[ All they have to do is kill an 'elder one'. An ancient darkspawn that had been trapped in some prison and was some manner of unkillable that had an army, a blighted dragon, and demons.
Alistair's smile is bright and blinding and Zevran- kisses him.
A sharp, sudden press, less sensual and more jubilant- a chance for life. To have a few more years, to enjoy this having a sibling thing before it truly becomes tragic. An army and an impossible foe and the end of the world- they've done this before. The Inquisition is well armed. It will take nothing to see them well trained.
He pulls back, resting their foreheads together while laughing. Cackling. There may or may not be a few relived tears but he will never own up to it. Hope is such a rare, fragile thing but for once, for this one, good thing? He will cling to it.
Zevran shakes his head and drags his hands up to ruffle Alistair's hair before settling back on the mattress. ]
You little shit. I was prepared to mourn you! I admitted having feelings-
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Date: 2015-12-13 11:18 pm (UTC)Alistair's smile is bright and blinding and Zevran- kisses him.
A sharp, sudden press, less sensual and more jubilant- a chance for life. To have a few more years, to enjoy this having a sibling thing before it truly becomes tragic. An army and an impossible foe and the end of the world- they've done this before. The Inquisition is well armed. It will take nothing to see them well trained.
He pulls back, resting their foreheads together while laughing. Cackling. There may or may not be a few relived tears but he will never own up to it. Hope is such a rare, fragile thing but for once, for this one, good thing? He will cling to it.
Zevran shakes his head and drags his hands up to ruffle Alistair's hair before settling back on the mattress. ]
You little shit. I was prepared to mourn you! I admitted having feelings-