damn if ziva isn’t already weak for the male. damn his picturesque merle coat and his glossy feathers, his ice blue eyes and his charming words. ziva likes how she looks, but next to this fellow? well, she’s simply boring, wasn’t she? nonetheless, the brute seems interested in her, just as she as in him. that counts for something. actually, it counts for a lot. ziva just has to keep his attention and she thinks that she can do that. flirting isn’t so hard for her, she’s found, as long as she keeps her cool. and with her determination, ziva is positive that she won’t have a problem with that. even if the brute looks as nice as this one. even if she does lose him, he’ll certainly be good practice. after all, she won’t get flustered at any old male after this. ziva’s standards have forever been raised.
“you find me handsome? the young lady flatters me.” ziva lets her eyes run over him gratuitously, slowly. the brute seems to soak in her attention, not at all bothered by ziva’s inspection of him. if anything, he enjoys it, or looks to anyway. pleasure to meet you, miss ziva. My name is idal… but you may call me ‘the male of your dreams.’” idal winks at her and ziva’s glowing arctics meet his. she blinks innocently at him, but a teasing smirk plays across her lips.
“and why would i do that, idal?” she drags out his name and lets it hang between them. “that’s a title you’ll have to earn if you really want it. i won’t make it easy for you; i do have standards after all.” ziva returns his wink now. playing hard to get is good, isn’t it? her mother always tells her how sweet her parents’ romance has always been, but it’s a different situation, with different vargs. ziva is not her mother and idal is not her father. she and idal don’t know each other enough for ziva to be sweet to him, and that’s not really a core point of her personality in any case. this is much more fun. idal is older than her, that’s painfully obvious to ziva, and that means he’s got more experience when it comes to all this. so ziva will have to work hard to keep up with him and return what he dishes out. the challenge is kind of thrilling, she has to admit.
“i’ve never met a tempest before. does your kind often set off on their own? you only hunt vampires, i hope… though i would not mind falling prey to you.” he grins at her and ziva blushes slightly. cool and collected, cool and collected.
“and i’ve never met an avian before, but here we are. the only others of my kind i know are my family and most of my siblings are too little to leave home. my parents call dierne their home and for now, so do my littermates and i, but we’ve all begun to look for our own places. as for vampires… well, i can’t say i care to meet one anytime soon.” her eyes rake up to his and she closes the small gap between them until she’s practically touching idal, her head cocked.“who’s to say you haven’t already?” her heart beats like a rabbit’s and ziva turns her body towards the river rather than at idal, hoping he can’t hear the hammering in her chest. was that too bold? perhaps she should have acted more shy. she doesn’t know idal enough to know if he likes the confidence or if he likes more demure femmes. she does know that flattery will get her anywhere though, so that’s what she’ll stick to. “so, did you decide to walk here because you know you look good in this lighting or is there some other reason for your late night stroll?”
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