[ There are excuses on the tip of his tongue. That if he is captured he deserves it for not being able to prevent it, that he can likely escape on his own as he has done it before (that would get more of those exasperated sighs and worried looks he cannot stomach for the guilt), that no one needs to know him beyond what they already see, that Isabella is fun and that is all he wants, to have fun, not to be so serious and carve himself to the bone to hold out his blackened, beating heart for someone to scoff at again.
But the way Alistair says it. 'Leave you here'.
Even should the Crows come at him in force in the next month- the liklihood of Zevran perishing before Alistair is slim. He will be left. How he has come to loathe being left. ]
...I can promise nothing. [ He will not be so much a coward as to lie to Alistair over this. ] But- if it will ease your mind, I might make an attempt. Provided they are suitable.
I'm half offended. A quarter offended? [ Not at all offended. He doesn't consider himself a noble except when it might be funny. ] What about non-human nobles? Dwarves have nobility.
You wouldn't let me ravish you, so you are stuck with a brother. How sad. It would have been marvelous, Alistair, I would have ruined you for all others.
[ He has found his humor once again. ]
I cannot think they would be willing to leave Orzammarr, and I enjoy the sky and sun too much to live below ground the rest of my life.
Have you met all of the Dalish here? Clan Ashara alone- Pel is solemn and sweet but better suited to the world she knows, Ellana is eager to please and far too curious for her own good, Beleth reminds me of myself years ago, Gavin is... Gavin. Cyril is quite handsome and has a sinful way about him but he, too, reminds me enough of myself to know better and Merrick? Reminds me of Taliesin. Not near so manipulative- not manipulative at all, but troubled enough to give me pause. Not to mention he is my student and the power imbalance there is more than enough for me to know to not.
Sina startles at the nearest gust of wind, Nahariel, her huntress sister is quite lovely but focused on protecting her Keeper, and Salem is a tragedy. Twisted Fate is, I think, Dalish but I do not know if he has a clan to return to, nor does he trust the world with his own name. I must applaud him his secrecy but this, too, is enough for me to know it will not work out in the long run.
I've met Pel, Ellana, Gavin, and Beleth. [ And now he doesn't want to meet Merrick ever, good job. ] Gavin has the totally doomed thing with Maxwell Whatever, but the rest of them seem--I mean, I can't say you're wrong, but none of that is so bad.
If they wish to return to their Clan and I wish to return to Antiva? I would not make them choose. They have a home, Alistair. Much as Antiva City is mine, I have ever been able to make my way wherever I go. It is not a lifestyle that is comfortable to most Dalish as where I go tends to be places heavily populated by humans. If they did feel so foolish as to follow, they would resent me for it.
That's stupid, Zevran. I know you, and if I--you know--I'd have made you marry me ages ago. In a Chantry. A Chantry full of flowers and fainting, scandalized Sisters.
I'm not forgiving. When His Absent Highness turns up I'm going to shove him in a ravine and leave him there for the bears, and if Loghain--
[ He still kind of wants to kill him. Is he allowed to kill him? He clears his throat instead of letting himself get sidetracked and angry. ]
You're a good man. That's something you're just going to have to accept. I'm sorry--I know you have your reputation and all of that, but facts are facts.
Give me a moment to find my lute- ah, there it is.
The translation into Common is a little clumsy, so forgive any hiccups in rhyme or rhythm.
[ He picks out a rather upbeat melody, launching right into the meat (ha) of the song. ]
I like big butts and I can not lie You other Elvhan can't deny That when a girl rides in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get firm, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you see that ass was stuffed Deep in the leathers she's wearing I'm hooked and I cannot stop staring Oh bella, I wanna talk with ya And take your measure My amicos tried to warn me But that butt you got makes me so warm see Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get on my Stallion? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you aren't that average floozy I've seen them dancin' To hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a small tempeste I'm tired of nobility Sayin' flat figures are the thing Take the average Rivian man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, Amicos! (Si!) Amicos! (Si!) Has your lover got the butt? (Shit yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Bella got back!
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Date: 2015-12-06 07:31 am (UTC)But the way Alistair says it. 'Leave you here'.
Even should the Crows come at him in force in the next month- the liklihood of Zevran perishing before Alistair is slim. He will be left. How he has come to loathe being left. ]
...I can promise nothing. [ He will not be so much a coward as to lie to Alistair over this. ] But- if it will ease your mind, I might make an attempt. Provided they are suitable.
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Date: 2015-12-06 07:35 am (UTC)No human nobles.
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Date: 2015-12-06 07:36 am (UTC)sometime
Date: 2015-12-06 07:52 am (UTC)sometime
Date: 2015-12-06 07:55 am (UTC)[ He has found his humor once again. ]
I cannot think they would be willing to leave Orzammarr, and I enjoy the sky and sun too much to live below ground the rest of my life.
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Date: 2015-12-06 08:07 am (UTC)What about Dalish, if they wouldn't leave their clans?
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Date: 2015-12-06 08:10 am (UTC)[ Which is to say, he doesn't. ]
If they wish to remain with their clans I would not meet them, as I do not wander that far.
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Date: 2015-12-06 08:25 am (UTC)sometime
Date: 2015-12-06 08:33 am (UTC)Sina startles at the nearest gust of wind, Nahariel, her huntress sister is quite lovely but focused on protecting her Keeper, and Salem is a tragedy. Twisted Fate is, I think, Dalish but I do not know if he has a clan to return to, nor does he trust the world with his own name. I must applaud him his secrecy but this, too, is enough for me to know it will not work out in the long run.
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Date: 2015-12-07 01:06 am (UTC)[ He still kind of wants to kill him. Is he allowed to kill him? He clears his throat instead of letting himself get sidetracked and angry. ]
You're a good man. That's something you're just going to have to accept. I'm sorry--I know you have your reputation and all of that, but facts are facts.
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Date: 2015-12-07 01:10 am (UTC)[ He sighs, weary and long suffering. ]
There is nothing I can say that might deter you from that notion, is there?
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Date: 2015-12-07 01:19 am (UTC)sometime
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Date: 2015-12-07 01:35 am (UTC)[ He wins. He also sighs. ]
If I ask you to anytime soon, make sure I'm actually corrupted and not just that sick of this blighted song. [ A pause. ] Ha. Blighted.
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Date: 2015-12-07 01:39 am (UTC)[ He dreads seeing them every day. ]
If you need a new song to listen to, I've picked up a few from Antiva that are quite amusing.
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Date: 2015-12-07 04:07 am (UTC)sometime - this is my proudest moment
Date: 2015-12-07 04:42 am (UTC)The translation into Common is a little clumsy, so forgive any hiccups in rhyme or rhythm.
[ He picks out a rather upbeat melody, launching right into the meat (ha) of the song. ]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other Elvhan can't deny
That when a girl rides in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get firm, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you see that ass was stuffed
Deep in the leathers she's wearing
I'm hooked and I cannot stop staring
Oh bella, I wanna talk with ya
And take your measure
My amicos tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so warm see
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get on my Stallion?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you aren't that average floozy
I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a small tempeste
I'm tired of nobility
Sayin' flat figures are the thing
Take the average Rivian man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, Amicos! (Si!) Amicos! (Si!)
Has your lover got the butt? (Shit yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Bella got back!
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