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Zevran's Thoughts and Indiscretions
Amicos
A decade on and Alistair is still handsome enough that it makes Zevran wish he could coax the Grey Warden across the border- serious flirtations aren't a thing any longer. He is as dear a friend as Zevran would allow- and to hear of this Calling? Troubles him deeply. He is not so keen to lose someone he has come to care for in ways he cannot entirely understand. The closest he can come to it is calling Alistair his brother; there is a deep love for him that Zevran is trying and ill suited to expressing.
Alistair is solidly on his side of the border, though were he to ever change his mind, Zevran has called dibs.
Seriously, he called it years ago. He gets first ride on that griffon and will fight for the honor.
Alistair is solidly on his side of the border, though were he to ever change his mind, Zevran has called dibs.
Seriously, he called it years ago. He gets first ride on that griffon and will fight for the honor.
Becios
A most handsome albeit brooding elf with a fascinating set of tattoos, violent coping mechanisms, and hair that looks as though he cut it himself. Zev has to say there is something about the tall, dark, and dangerous sort that he finds enticing. Fenris wears all the same bitterness and frustration on his sleeve that Zevran hides behind a mask- being around him? Is a little liberating. There is no need for an act or for a mask and they share quiet company.
And occasionally, each other's beds, though thusfar it's only been at the hands of Isabela that such a thing has come to pass.
And occasionally, each other's beds, though thusfar it's only been at the hands of Isabela that such a thing has come to pass.
Sescios
Isabela, queen of the sea, queen of the duels, and queen of his heart. Well. Not seriously but she does hold one of the rare shards of himself he can hand out beyond sharing a bed or sharing a battle. She is a friend, easily and without judgement- though they do compare notes from time to time. Tricks they pick up, lovers they have had. Lovers they have shared. She is a familiar port in the current storm, a safe haven that he need not act quite so much around as he would for most others.
Also, Andraste's glistening curls, her mouth and the things it can do. Zevran is very nearly jealous of her talented tongue- or would be had he not learned quite so much from her.
Also, Andraste's glistening curls, her mouth and the things it can do. Zevran is very nearly jealous of her talented tongue- or would be had he not learned quite so much from her.
So fair and fine a thing he did not expect to find when searching for a source of traps- and find Cyril he did. Something in the Dalish beauty reminds Zevran of a porcelain shell wrapped around a core of lead. Fine, seemingly delicate and a bit of bauble, but with a surprising weight and strength to it one would not expect. Spending a night ravishing him was probably the best way to break in his new home- a bed is so much more comfortable after it's been laid in after all. Cyril is a playful, dependable source of comfort and pleasure when they are both of a mind. Whatever reservations Zevran had, however temporary, have been resolved.
Here he cannot quite choose what he admires most. The voice? The eyes? How expressive he is in bed? All of the above and more, please.
Here he cannot quite choose what he admires most. The voice? The eyes? How expressive he is in bed? All of the above and more, please.
Maker yes. Yes to everything. Yes to all of it. Every which way. The smile, the laugh, the equipment, the muscles- Zevran is more than willing to be invaded by this particular Qunari. Zevran thoroughly enjoyed being reshaped every which way, never before has he been so swiftly driven into that light, floating space where nothing mattered at all. Taas wants nothing more than what they choose to share and Zevran has come to see him as a dependable friend in scratching an itch. A plus, would tap again. Or rather be tapped by.
Perhaps after a day of rest, though. It was quite the workout.
Perhaps after a day of rest, though. It was quite the workout.
Bacios
Svelte and Inquisitive, almost effervescent, Zevran finds himself equally intrigued by Ellana- amused by her naivete but not so much as to take advantage. And at this point? It very much would be taking advantage. She is lovely and kind and fresh- which is a stark contrast to another elven maid that she reminds him of despite everything. She is so bright and eager to learn, in fact he now teaches her how to play the lute and how to dance in return for kisses. Surprisingly enough that is all she desires and, again, Zevran is pleased to be of service.
It is nice to have a kissing friend once more- it has been too long since he could have anything half as easy and light as this. She has attempted to point out the importance of having deeper relationships and while Zevran appreciates the concern- he is fine. Mostly.
It is nice to have a kissing friend once more- it has been too long since he could have anything half as easy and light as this. She has attempted to point out the importance of having deeper relationships and while Zevran appreciates the concern- he is fine. Mostly.
Though fairly certain she could break him were he to offend her, Zevran finds Korrin enthralling in so many ways- and would not mind enthralling her in turn in a few more. That she wishes to know more of his travels during the Blight- the truth of it? Speaks well of her. That she is so passionate for causes close to her heart, so absolute in not putting up with what she deems bullshit? He is impressed. She is a fine friend for drinking and for kissing and every inch of her is lovely.
Also those eyes. Maker above, those eyes. And lips. And bosom. And everything. Her practicality speaks well of her and he must admire her distinct inability to give a shit about people she finds insufferable. It's enticing.
Also those eyes. Maker above, those eyes. And lips. And bosom. And everything. Her practicality speaks well of her and he must admire her distinct inability to give a shit about people she finds insufferable. It's enticing.
Gircios
Human. Male. Noble. Three things that have never brought Zevran anything but trouble in his past, and yet it is the quiet determination to take his place in the Inquisition without any particularly special treatment and Max's self admitted romantic streak that makes him an idle bit of contemplation for Zevran. Dallying with him would be dangerous- but flirting? Coaxing out yet another blush, keeping himself in the lordship's good graces? That could come in handy.
Idle flirtation is all that shall come of it, Maxwell is comfortably enamored with Gavin and as ill advised a match as he finds it to be- he'll not interfere.
Idle flirtation is all that shall come of it, Maxwell is comfortably enamored with Gavin and as ill advised a match as he finds it to be- he'll not interfere.
Cute is the word that comes to mind here. Eager. Young, easily, but not so much that it feels strange to Zevran. Lithe and well built in the way of most Dalish- Gavin is terribly sweet and twice as endearing, though somewhat clumsy at times. It did make the lovemaking more fun and less serious- something playful which he has missed in his dalliances of the past few years. Gavin is light and easy, and that in and of itself is more than enough for Zevran. He is terribly young at times and Zevran sincerely wonders how it is that he yet lives- but charming enough that his strangeness can be forgiven. There's a camaraderie there Zevran isn't accustomed to but...could learn to like.
With the settling of Gavin's relationship with Maxwell, Zevran has set aside the bulk of their flirtations in favor of an easy association.
With the settling of Gavin's relationship with Maxwell, Zevran has set aside the bulk of their flirtations in favor of an easy association.
The somber and dutiful tend to be quite beautiful, Pel's bearing is almost regal to Zevran, a quiet, unassuming grace that seems more at home in a lady of court than in a Dalish maiden wandering about the Inquisition. That she is so estranged from kindness has some small part of him aching for her, she seems to wish him to be a dream for her. An illusion of the perfect lover and as always, Zevran is happy to oblige. Especially if it grants him more of that unassuming sweetness.
They had their shared fantasy and spent a marvelous night together- but she has stepped into a path with a better man. In the interest of limiting complications, Zevran has stepped aside.
They had their shared fantasy and spent a marvelous night together- but she has stepped into a path with a better man. In the interest of limiting complications, Zevran has stepped aside.
Merrill is...strange to Zevran. She is sweet and kind and hardworking and naive and something about that makes him want to keep her from getting into trouble- not exactly a sentiment he is accustomed to in the slightest. But she is at the same time playful, deeply compassionate, and quite capable with her magics. Simply because she is kind and cares does not make a child of her. Teasing her is fun- especially when she teases him back.
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. Things with Sam and Krem seem to be progressing nicely- but the teasing continues all the same. He is, after all, a helper.
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. A most capable and handsome man, Zev found his way into Krem's bed to relieve some stress during the mire mission- and has since come to look upon helping him with his personal concerns something of a quest. A few favors in the right place might see him off well.
Socios
Fate had not been kind to Cullen when Zevran saw him last- it was hardly kind to him now with the state of the world as it is- but his bloodline? Was very kind. That strange, gaunt, terrified (and justly so) templar has grown up and won puberty. If there were a patron god of aging well? Zevran would slaughter them a calf or debauch a virgin or five in their honor because- well. Look at him? Look at him. The eyes, the shoulders, the JAW, the everything.
Of course, Cullen is also something close to being his superior, running the army and all. It wouldn't be wise- but Zevran is not always known to be wise. Flirting would be fun. He does blush so prettily, after all.
Of course, Cullen is also something close to being his superior, running the army and all. It wouldn't be wise- but Zevran is not always known to be wise. Flirting would be fun. He does blush so prettily, after all.
No matter how handsome, no matter how clever- THIS Rogue lost Zevran a costly bounty and for that he has his eternal scorn. Or at least until they share a glass of brandy and talk shop- Antivans resolve their issues with either violence or a good meal.
Or a casual conversation about boots and shirts and trading some information for the same. He still owes Scipio a half cape but all in due time. It is nice to have someone from the mother country.
Or a casual conversation about boots and shirts and trading some information for the same. He still owes Scipio a half cape but all in due time. It is nice to have someone from the mother country.
No matter how handsome, no matter how clever- THIS Rogue lost Zevran a costly bounty and for that he has his eternal scorn. Or at least until they share a glass of brandy and talk shop- Antivans resolve their issues with either violence or a good meal.
They've opted for a good meal and the hatchet has been thoroughly buried. Metaphorically, that is.
They've opted for a good meal and the hatchet has been thoroughly buried. Metaphorically, that is.
Strong, competent, dangerous, with a strong jaw and piercing eyes- Were it not for the constant reminder of some measure of devotion to the Chantry emblazoned upon her armor and his own sad state upon meeting, Zevran would have thrown himself at Maria's tender mercies immediately, begging forgiveness for his salacious thoughts- well. Not in all seriousness, but he would not mind being made to repent for his sins at her capable hands. They are quite lovely.
Quiet and keeps to himself, but has warm hands and a deft touch. Is not the most civil of company but is terribly pretty and terribly strange- would not take coin when offered so Zevran left it behind in his pack. Learning more of him would be wonderful. Especially since it seems as though he is hiding something quite dire. No one is this calm, no one is this civil, no one is this twitchy about thanks or compliments. Between that and the scars? Something is afoot. Zevran would know what.
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. The name sounds familiar enough for him to be wary, but little more.
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. She reminds him terribly much of the young Crows that were better at playing with emotions than they were playing with knives. He teaches her what he can of how to be a better actress and a better spy- careful not to put her in a position like his in the past. He is so terribly careful with Beleth, wanting her to come away from their lessons well.
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