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There wasn't many people that would dare walk into his room without knocking. Toni was one of them, so he didn't even twitch when she strode on in. He didn't even look up until she spoke, so intent on his task that he didn't even notice the package until she mentioned it.

Curious, he moved his weapons so that they were leaning against the table, assuming that was the reason why the warlock hadn't come within touching range. He had grown used to the fact by now - that she was very touchy feely. He rarely initiated touch, but she was always happy to.

"You made me pants?" He murmured with surprise, grinning a little. "I'm flattered shala. Though as someone who works with leathers, I can assure you that garments can be made without being so stiff. Depending on how you work it, it can also be soft." Still, the demon hunter reached for the package. He slit the wrapping with a talon before unveiling Toni's handiwork. He spent a moment running fingers along the comfortable cloth, murmuring in approval.

"This is well made..." He said finally, pleased. "Thank you m'shala."

His 'gaze' lingered on her robed form a few moments, noting the state of fel in her body and on what he could see of her skin. He quelled the urges to drain her of all she had with a hard swallow, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"My pleasure," the girl purred, though took the weapons being set aside as a clear offer that she could come closer should she wish to. And she did, more than she had realized in the first place. It was a good thing she was not in the habit of denying herself small things and took the opportunity to crawl directly into her friends lap, not bothering to remove the heavy cloak from her body and instead hose to wrap her arms around his chest and nuzzle in with a sweet purr.

"It may be soft, but it's still leather. I prefer cloths... they can be light weight and warm, breezy if needed and comfortable for times of rest. Leather makes me think of always being ready for a fight... but don't you think it could be exhilarating to go into a fight with the little protection cloth provides? Makes you learn how to move quickly so you don't get hurt."

Her hum vibrated her small body and she allowed her hands to skim along his back to count the muscles there. "Ant is in Dalaran," she finally murmured, "I'll need to go soon to let her get this all out of me. She demanded it." Of course the warlock whined about it, though it was more due to it being painful for the Holy magic forcing the Fel out. It scalded her insides, sometimes made her skin bubble from it. "She wants you to come get me after she's done. She can't stay here and doesn't like leaving me alone after she's finished."

Just as he was expecting, the demon hunter ended up with a lapful of warlock. He merely smirked as he wrapped an arm around her to keep from falling off. Her words concerning cloth vs leathers amused him to the point of laughing softly.

"I all ready move quite fast m'shala." He teased. Though the thought of jumping into battle naked was also amusing. Perhaps doing that as a friendly spar with Kor'vas sometime. It could prove entertaining. "Besides, as an Illidari, I must always be ready to fight." He said still in quiet teasing tones, that ever present smirk on his face.

At the mention of her sister, Zakk's smirk faded. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of the hot tempered priest. He tolerated her for Toni's sake - and so rather than try and aggravate, he simply avoided her to keep the peace.

"Oh..." He mock pouted. "Here you are, presenting yourself as quite the tasty morsel in my lap, too..." He murmured in 'pretend' disappointment. In all honesty, he was concerned at her sister's methods in drawing out the fel energies. He lowered his head slightly with a sigh. "I would have rathered take care of the deed. It would at least be a little more enjoyable..."

"I love it when you do it," the warlock sighed, voice drifting off into a slight tremble as she rested her cheek flush against the warm skin. She wasn't lying, Zakk's method was much preferred and though she knew it would be more painful without the pleasure he offered her during it... Well, it was still not as painful as the Holy magic being pushed inside a body that always would have a lingering amount of the exact opposite magic festering in it.

Lashes fluttered and she listened to the tattoos siren call, allowing it to lull her into a slight daze before she assumed she should refocus and actually talk to Zakk on why she felt she needed to indulge her volatile twin. "She cares," Toni attempts, drawing her hand across his arm, trying to coax herself to continue to explain, "she only wants me to be safe. Even if it means smiting big, bad Demon Hunters." The smile slashed red lips apart, allowing blunt and white colored teeth to bare themselves. Her teeth nip into his pectoral and another low sigh escaped her.

"You'll come get me after, yes? I'd like it if you did. It's so draining and Rokunoth's already gone and Ant might smite him if I summon him while she's preparing..."

Hearing Toni say that she loved it when he took care of the fel within her, caused Zakkarius to smile and tighten his hold on her slightly. There was only that one time that he had done such a task - when she had come to him drenched from rain and brimming with fel energies. It had been an interesting night.

They sat like that in silence in the dim light of his room. Zakk wasn't sure if she was starting to doze off or not. He was just mentally deciding he'd lay her on his bed if she was asleep, when she started talking again, brushing her hand along his arm.

Her jibe and nip to his chest caused Zakkarius to crack a grin with an uttered 'heh', clearly amused. Her sister honestly had a strange way of 'caring', in his opinion. He sighed, relenting with a nod.

"Of course m'shala. I will come get you." He assured softly, concerned for the most part. "When and where do you want me to meet?" They were all ready on Dalaran, and he could only assume the process would take a couple hours at least. The attack had happened in the early morning and it was almost midday. To the nocturnal night elf, it was his chance to catch a brief rest before meeting with the warlock as promised.

"She has a room in the inn next to Greyfang Enclave, right next to the bank." Toni sighed, drawing her fingers to the crook of his elbows to stop before she nuzzled in and rested. "It'll take a few hours, four at the most." Her head turned to rest her cheek directly over a glowing curve of his tattoo. The fel sung a quiet lullaby to her, whispering for her to take his as well, but she refrained from listening to much to the tune beyond its melody.

"You're a good friend," she says next, lashes fluttering against bruise-colored skin, "I'm lucky to have met you."

Zakkarius was silent for a few moments as he simply held Toni in his lap. His response to her words was to gently run taloned fingers through her hair and along her spine as he rested his chin on her head. He seriously didn't want her to go - but he didn't have it in him to try and stop her from spending time with her sister. His own was still missing, or even possibly dead. He would done anything to have more moments with her. Family was family.

He didn't know what it was about the warlock that elicited such dangerous emotions from him. Affection and the bonds of trust among others. He knew that he shouldn't. But he couldn't stop. He sighed finally against her hair.

"Un'domiel shora'than adore'na..." He crooned softly. "You should go m'shala. I would not want your sister to be kept waiting." He patted her back gently. "I will come and get you as promised."

Toni waited for Zakk with her eyes dropped closed and body hidden under her cloak - though this time it was due to the warmth it provided and she was cold, so cold after having the Fel fire mostly removed from under her skin. Her eyes closed and the only thing keeping her up right was the wall she leaned again.

Every inch of her hurt and Ant had apologized as she was able to only partially heal the burns her holy magic had left in the wake of forcing the Fel magic from her body. It was tiring for her, Ant was often just as tired as her sister was, though she lacked the ache left behind.

Distantly, the remaining Fel, called for her to gorge on the life force of every passing visitor to finish the healing and to well... fill her with more of the death magic. She shuddered against the wall pulled the cloak more about her.

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