Well...your competition would be a tall, human, noble...there was a time where I might have said that it was not a competition at all. But he was kind, he was so beautiful.
That tends to be the way of them in my experience. Kind. Beautiful. Affectionate and attentive- up until they run out of use for you. Perhaps you were more fortunate than I in such things.
[ Zevran knew better than to buy into the idea of sentiment. ]
I might have agreed with you at some point, I was an Orlesian noble's pet from 7 to 14, and he was very sadistic. [And she drank to that memory, she was old enough now that it didn't bother her anymore, not quite as much.] So I was very cruel to Maric in the beginning, because I thought that was how they all were...but it warms me to know that even though we could not be together, he never took another queen, he never loved anyone after me. He was kind, he kept his promises, he saved my life...there is a lot more to him than what most people saw. I miss that ridiculous man.
No, no, this is not about him. This is not about the Chevalier. This is about Maric and Fiona and Alistair- a family he is connected to only by the son. Nothing more. ]
He'd more than earned my respect and my trust...but this isn't about me is it?
[Fiona gave Zevran the suspicious side-eye, perhaps that was something she'd wrangle out of him given the situation he put her in.]
When I was a little girl I had a cat...well he wasn't mine, he was a stray, my family was well off enough in the alienage that he could feed our family, but no more. I, however, would cut my own portion in half...the meat portion anyway...I ate a lot of vegetables and grains during that time. Anyway, every night kitty and I would meet at the same time and the same place, a bit romantic, no? I would give him my portion of meat and he was my friend in return...I can still remember how he purred sitting in my lap and how we would just lie there looking at the moon and stars...I liked to think that we were both imagining a better place out there, with those distant, glimmering lights. Then one day he stopped coming, but I went back to our spot every night...and he never came. I had to stop once a beggar attacked me for the meat I would bring...I thought to myself "kitty must have climbed the wall between the alienage and the better side of town, he'll be happier there, there will be fat mice and plenty of discarded scraps." After my time spent with Comte Dorian, and the loss of my family, I realized the truth about life is far uglier...that kitty was probably eaten by the very beggar who attacked me that night...
...and as much as I would like to believe that Maric is out there walking with the stars, having grand adventures away from the throne that had caused him pain...that's what my heart tells me...all the time. My head on the other hand knows that the world is too cruel for such precious hope, to believe in rumors only to be disappointed.
[ Zevran was able to listen and cook at the same time and thus focused as much on the pans on the stove as he did this so sorry tale.
Did he seem like a man that needed a lesson in the foolishness of optimism and the cruelty of the world?
He is younger than her, certainly, but he was a Crow. A life such as his does not come from a happy upbringing. But he says nothing as Alistair? Is nearly there. ]
[It was not a lesson so much as it was a personal anecdote, there were reasons why Fiona was as much of a realist about the world as Zevran was himself. There was no point in trying to show her the positive in the negative when the answers were practical. Especially when he knew better.]
No point is talking about it then, yes?
[She loved Maric, but she would not pin her hopes on whispered rumors.]
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Date: 2016-05-05 03:07 am (UTC)[ Pasta, into boiling broth, vegetables and tomato paste and spices into a pan along with chicken to sear. Simple, wholesome, hearty food. ]
When is it not dangerous? But they have need of my contacts and skills, thus? I go.
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Date: 2016-05-05 03:12 am (UTC)[And she missed him dearly.]
Gird your loins.
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Date: 2016-05-05 03:19 am (UTC)[ Zevran knew better than to buy into the idea of sentiment. ]
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Date: 2016-05-05 03:27 am (UTC)Action
Date: 2016-05-05 03:56 am (UTC)[ And had his not been earned?
No, no, this is not about him. This is not about the Chevalier. This is about Maric and Fiona and Alistair- a family he is connected to only by the son. Nothing more. ]
There are rumors that he yet lives, somewhere.
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Date: 2016-05-05 10:07 am (UTC)[Fiona gave Zevran the suspicious side-eye, perhaps that was something she'd wrangle out of him given the situation he put her in.]
When I was a little girl I had a cat...well he wasn't mine, he was a stray, my family was well off enough in the alienage that he could feed our family, but no more. I, however, would cut my own portion in half...the meat portion anyway...I ate a lot of vegetables and grains during that time. Anyway, every night kitty and I would meet at the same time and the same place, a bit romantic, no? I would give him my portion of meat and he was my friend in return...I can still remember how he purred sitting in my lap and how we would just lie there looking at the moon and stars...I liked to think that we were both imagining a better place out there, with those distant, glimmering lights. Then one day he stopped coming, but I went back to our spot every night...and he never came. I had to stop once a beggar attacked me for the meat I would bring...I thought to myself "kitty must have climbed the wall between the alienage and the better side of town, he'll be happier there, there will be fat mice and plenty of discarded scraps." After my time spent with Comte Dorian, and the loss of my family, I realized the truth about life is far uglier...that kitty was probably eaten by the very beggar who attacked me that night...
...and as much as I would like to believe that Maric is out there walking with the stars, having grand adventures away from the throne that had caused him pain...that's what my heart tells me...all the time. My head on the other hand knows that the world is too cruel for such precious hope, to believe in rumors only to be disappointed.
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Date: 2016-05-05 08:43 pm (UTC)Did he seem like a man that needed a lesson in the foolishness of optimism and the cruelty of the world?
He is younger than her, certainly, but he was a Crow. A life such as his does not come from a happy upbringing. But he says nothing as Alistair? Is nearly there. ]
Rumors are just that, rumors.
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Date: 2016-05-05 08:57 pm (UTC)No point is talking about it then, yes?
[She loved Maric, but she would not pin her hopes on whispered rumors.]