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VER 1 - DECONSTRUCTING
Ah, the broad shoulders of a smith and talented fingers of a mage, what more could an elf ask for? Sam is a little on the 'fresh from the circle' side, leading to a few hiccups in his conversations with Zevran, but it's all taken in stride. Hard to keep a grudge against someone with puppy dog eyes and is so very determined to do the right thing. Also: Tall. Every tall. Nice warm, large hands. Zevran can appreciate the blazes out of him without having to over-commit.
A gorgeous hunk of manhood that commands The Iron Bull's Chargers, Krem has a jaw, eyes, and breadth of shoulders with which Zevran would very much like to be better acquainted. The voice is lovely as well, as is his work ethic. Zevran predominantly sees Krem as a business contact but when he settles in? Oh the wooing. There shall be much of it. Or the admiration for he is quite handsome and quite capable.
Charming, but drunk. Lovely! But drunk. Smelled quite nice under the brandy- but very, very drunk. Zevran shall have to meet her sober some day.
A lovely scout that is dazzled by him and he, in turn, intends to dazzle further. Competence in the face of a challenge is hot to him, and Harding has that in spades. Also those lovely dwarva legs. Mmmm.
Stealthy, wary, skilled, bit of an actress but not quite practiced. There is potential here- and not just in the bedroom. Once Zevran has gotten over the mess with Merrick he may seek her out to offer assistance. Also she has a very fine bosom. And eyes.
A violent, irritable ass that can't fight quite well enough for it to be worthwhile and can't mind himself enough to avoid trouble. Zevran would very much like to cut some sense into him. Or, as the case may be, teach him to do better. Provided he holds still long enough to listen.
There is something to be said about the attractiveness of fame- between that, the voice, the chest hair? Mm. But Varric is far more useful to Zevran as a business contact than he is as a dalliance and as such the flirtatious are teasing and light at best. Business before pleasure after all. Not that Zevran often holds to it but with a man quite so connected and canny as Varric? It's worthwhile.
Araceli Bonaventura y Castell, Rifter, Pirate, Rogue- and a terrible reminder of many things Zevran may never truly have ever again. That sense of freedom in his own country, the camaradarie that came as part of being the Crows, the lovely serving maidens in the taverns- the handsome bartenders- she is a slice of Antiva come to life and compressed into one burnished, copper package. With a quick wit and keen eyes, swift hands and quirked lips she has fallen into his favor easily with what they share of their worlds. What differences they have are enough to keep them grounded, but not so much they cannot enjoy one another.
Sweetly enticing and quite fair- Zevran finds himself drawn to this mage if only to tease. He cannot help if making him blush and sputter is part of the appeal- the rest? Seeing exactly how far that blush might go and wringing out some sweet gasps.
That Alistair is so intent that he NOT corrupt this lovely mage is half the fun. Being told he shouldn't is the best way to make certain that Zevran at least makes a token attempt.