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[Shadow of Light Dragon]

...it's no wonder he takes so long doing his hair in the morning. Probably keeps being distracted by his own reflection.

Edit: Hey, even the forest animals him

Modifié par Shadow of Light Dragon, 20 décembre 2010 - 02:15 .

[Aroihkin]

Oh man, that picture still makes me lol. XD

Since I'm just tired enough to not feel utterly self-conscious about it, I'll pimp the picture Kismet commissioned Kornichon to draw for S&S since it involves Zevran~



DeviantArt link!  

I will explode with self-conscious WTF anxiety in the morning, I'm sure. This is why I don't normally pimp art done for me, it's not out of a lack of adoring it!

Modifié par Aroihkin, 20 décembre 2010 - 03:59 .

[Ramante]

Corker wrote...

Ramante wrote...
Are there any other removed companion remarks during that fight?

*is so terribly excited to be able to help!*

Oghren: (chortles) I can't believe I kicked my own ass!
(Unlike the others, Oghren finds this situation absolutely delightful.)

Thanks for helping. xD

I love Oghren's response, not as much as Zev's, but it is a good one.

[Minaleth]

Kornichon wrote...

Shadow of Light Dragon wrote...

I was amusing myself with the toolset the other day and came across a line Zevran is supposed to say (I've never heard it) in the Gauntlet, when the party fights and defeats their 'shadow selves':

Z: "Maker's breath, I'm beautiful. Did you see that? Did you see me? Magnificent."

Editor's note: Captivated. Completely misses the point about fighting his shadow self.

in my mind I clearly see the 2 Zevrans hot kissing during the others are fighting....

*note herself to draw that during a freetime*

Hurr, that is epic! It absolutely needs to be drawn and also with other party memebers WTF faces, lol 

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Aroihkin wrote...

Since I'm just tired enough to not feel utterly self-conscious about it, I'll pimp the picture Kismet commissioned Kornichon to draw for S&S since it involves Zevran~

Daww...they both need a hug, I think. <3

Modifié par Shadow of Light Dragon, 20 décembre 2010 - 11:41 .

[Corker]

What is this page two nonsense?

Right!  So!  We suspended the weekly prompt for the holiday season in favor of a Secret Santa exchange.  And lo, a group was born.  But, seeing as there's no star over it to lead y'all there to see the fanarts and fanfics produced, let's bring some of it back here.

Just tell the mohel to back off.


This here's my Secret Santa gift-fic for Sialater, who requested "sweet and adorable" Zevran

Zevran stepped back to admire his handiwork. The side table to the right of the bed held a large decanter of Orlesian red wine, its depths glinting like garnets in the light of the hearth fire, and three graceful goblets. To the left, a large earthenware bowl filled with snow cradled a silver bowl of cream; the whisk was buried in the snow as well. Another pot, this one glazed a blue as deep as Rialto Bay, held the honey, and a small golden cylinder with a pierced lid kept safe the ground cinnamon bark, shipped clear from Seheron.

The bed had no fewer than three sheets on it, to keep the feather-stuffed mattress from sticky damage. He prided himself on his forethought in these matters.

Now the only thing lacking was more candlelight. Taking up a taper, he lit it in the hearth and moved about the room, humming to himself. He heard the door creak open and looked back with a smile, expecting Moira and Alistair had returned, but... no. “Stay off the bed,” he warned Perrin. “There is to be no shedding on it.”

The mabari whined, which Zevran took to mean that he understood. So the assassin returned to preparing the proper ambiance when a scratchy sliding sound caught his attention again. He turned to see the great hound’s head hovering over the pot of honey, knocking it this way and that as his great tongue tried to clean it out.

“No! Bad dog! Give that to me!” Big brown eyes moist with guilt, Perrin apparently decided that he’d be as hanged for the sheep as for the lamb. Tilting his head sideways, he grabbed the honey pot in his maw and skittered toward the door. The assassin went straight for him, up and across the bed and then down just a step behind the dog.

“Perrin! No! Give it...” Zevran lunged, catching the dog’s collar and wheeling him around. “Perrin! This is not a game!” For all that they were good battle-companions, Zevran was not Moira, and the mabari seemed to think he didn’t have to listen. He playfully whipped his head from side to side, trying to keep Zevran from reclaiming his prize.

Which was a full honey pot. On its side. Being shaken vigorously by a war dog.

When Moira swung the door to their chambers open, it framed a sticky scene: Zevran, one arm around Perrin’s thick neck, the hand gripping and twisting the stoneware pot in the dog’s mouth. Stump tail wagging furiously, Perrin was still jerking his head to and fro, playing tug-of-war. The dog’s coat was damp with streaks of honey, and it dripped from Zevran’s hair and down his face. His silken tunic might never recover.

Both combatants looked up when the door opened. After a heartbeat, Perrin dropped his toy to caper before his mistress, barking with joy and wagging even harder. Zevran sat down hard, drooping with disappointment. “You have returned,” he sighed. “On time, even.”

Moira bit her lip to stifle a giggle. “Oh my. Perrin. Perrin! Sit.” The bouncy ball of sticky fur complied with a happy bark. “Alistair, can you take him downstairs and give him a quick scrub? So that he doesn’t get honey everywhere?”

“Sure. But he listens better to you.”

“Would you rather help Zev clean up?”

“Dog, on it. Come on, Perrin!” He grabbed the mabari by the collar and led him out of the room.

“Come back and join us when you are done,” Zevran called after him. “And bring more honey!”

[ejoslin]

Oh, I love it.

[Kornichon]

Minaleth wrote...

Kornichon wrote...

Shadow of Light Dragon wrote...

I was amusing myself with the toolset the other day and came across a line Zevran is supposed to say (I've never heard it) in the Gauntlet, when the party fights and defeats their 'shadow selves':

Z: "Maker's breath, I'm beautiful. Did you see that? Did you see me? Magnificent."

Editor's note: Captivated. Completely misses the point about fighting his shadow self.

in my mind I clearly see the 2 Zevrans hot kissing during the others are fighting....

*note herself to draw that during a freetime*

Hurr, that is epic! It absolutely needs to be drawn and also with other party memebers WTF faces, lol 

I should stop to come on BSN 'cause I have a looot of drawings to finish....XD
(click to see)


this comic killed my hands for a time....and yes, Shale in the last panel say something from Prof. Layton

Modifié par Kornichon, 21 décembre 2010 - 07:53 .

[Corker]

Kornichon wrote...



this comic killed my hands for a time....and yes, Shale in the last panel say something from Prof. Layton

  for your hands.  But for your comic!  

[Hilde]

Kornichon wrote...

I should stop to come on BSN 'cause I have a looot of drawings to finish....XD
(click to see)


this comic killed my hands for a time....and yes, Shale in the last panel say something from Prof. Layton

Fantastic!

[Sialater]

Corker wrote...
*snip Corker's awesome gift*

I really have to thank you for that all over again. 


But I can't post my gift here for bellaknoti.  It's er... NSFW.

[mousestalker]

Tears of a Crow for Shadow of Light Dragon


His boots made a rhythmic sound as he paced the floor. He had never felt so helpless in his life. Her cry pierced the early morning. "Brasca" he cursed in helpless anguish. He was an assassin. He was one of the best assassins in existence. He was strong. His fingers were nimble. He knew politics, violence, poisons, weapons and thievery and none of his skills were of any use. The door was barred while his beloved went through anguish he could only imagine. He was entirely responsible and there was nothing he could do. He heard her scream once again.

The whole situation was utterly impossible. She was never supposed to be in this position. They were supposed to be safe. Of all of his futures this was the most improbable and the most ridiculous. Nothing in his past had ever prepared him for this. She at least had some experience.

But would she even survive? He pushed that thought away. She was a Gray Warden. One of the toughest people he had ever known. She had survived her Joining. He did not know all the details, but he did know that some did not. She had mentioned that of the three at her Joining, she was the only one who survived. She was strong. Surely she would live.

She screamed again, then stopped. He could hear her ragged breathing then a slap and a thin cry filled the air. The door opened. The midwife beckoned him in.

"Zevran, meet your daughter" his Warden said.

She was perfect.

He wept.

[Sialater]

That's still adorable, Mousestalker.

[Minaleth]

If you want to see my Secret Santa done for payroo, it's right here:


... LOL XD XD @ kornichon comic :3 that was even my favourite party setup

Modifié par Minaleth, 22 décembre 2010 - 06:55 .

[ejoslin]

I am constantly amazed at the sheer amount of talent I see in this thread, writing, drawing, and painting. Mina's work always makes me smile, it's so beautiful. the femwarden having Zevran's baby -- yeh, seeing as that's how he lost his mother, that would have to be the scariest time for him. You wonder if she didn't have access to magic. No matter, I love it. And Kornichon, that is great!

Gah, I'm sure I have more to read here. I love the way Corker writes.

Much squee on this page. thank you for sharing your secret santa gifts.

Hmmmm, I got a request (I think) for a submissive Zev/dominant EM kiss (person won't confirm it for some odd reason).  Before I spend the time making them, is there any interest? It will probably take me a couple of weeks and working on kisses makes my kids giggle and try to distract me and they're on break!

Modifié par ejoslin, 22 décembre 2010 - 03:52 .

[mousestalker]

Agree about the squee! The art that gets posted here is astonishing. I love reading Corker's writing as well.

[Sialater]

I can't post it directly, but I think I can link it.

Not Enough, for Bellaknoti.

[mousestalker]

Sialater wrote...

I can't post it directly, but I think I can link it.

Not Enough, for Bellaknoti.

That's a wonderful story, sad and sweet.

[ejoslin]

Oh, gah, /cry. Yeh, I just can't see Zevran doing anything different. but still... gah

[Sialater]

Even worse if she heads off with Alistair and not him.



But putting that in was too sad even for me.

[Hilde]

Here is my Secret Santa for Minaleth

--

She is beautiful.

Zevran watched her intently, smiling at the small and delicate movements of hands that had healed and protected him through the blight. Hands that when faced with danger, were twice as deadly as they were healing; hands that had slain the arch demon itself.

Delicate fingers that worked deftly at the ties of the magnificent emerald gown the Queen had personally commissioned. The gold accents glowed magically against the deep tones of the green silk, warming her skin and setting her eyes aglow.

The lush fabric of the gown opened skillfully upon her shoulders, showcasing the perfect slope of her neck. The tight fit of the bodice set the blood in his veins on fire while the tilt of the sash upon her hips exaggerated her every hypnotic move.

Any small movement, a slight turn of the hip caused the lush fabric to hug to his warden's magnificent form, causing Zevran's breath to catch in his throat.

The gown was a perfect match to his costume. She had watched him dress, just as he was watching her now. From her bath she had remarked on each piece, her eyes bright with joy and desire had never left his form.

The deep red wool of the jacket, adorned with gold, beautifully accented the deep green of the silk tunic. The fit of the leather across his thighs was perfect as they trailed to exquisitely made boots. Not Antivan leather, but spectacular nonetheless.

They would make stunning pair at tonight's celebrations Zevran thought with pleasure. King Alistair and Queen Anora had been thorough in tonight's preparations adding to the excitement.

Tonight marked a new beginning for Ferelden, for them all, and no expense had been spared.

It had been a year. The celebrations tonight were to commemorate not only the end of the blight, but also that Ferelden, having suffered great damage was well on its way to recovery. Trade had once again been opened up without restriction causing the docks to swell in daily activity.

It had been a year. A year since he had truly accepted the idea that there was indeed a future, a future that could be spent happily by her side. Their meeting had been the luckiest thing to happen in his life.

Zevran turned a small red velvet pouch over and over in his hand as watched her finish dressing. Her hands smoothed out the fabric as she turned back and forth in front of the large gilded mirror, her full lips turning into a wide smile at the finished result.

The pouch held a precious gift. The gift, after countless dealings and detailed instruction from Zevran, had been delivered that very afternoon. Smiling to himself, he rose from his chair to join his warden at the mirror, receiving a warm smile in the reflection as he neared.

Wrapping his arms about her waist he settled his chin upon her shoulder admiring the view before him.

"Well, how do I look?" Jolene whispered as her hands moved to cover his.

"You are beautiful." breathed Zevran as he placed small kisses upon her neck and jaw. "But…there is something missing, no?"

"What…?" Jolene asked as she scanned the room, her head turning back towards the mirror as Zevran let the golden amulet, strung with black velvet fall partially from his hand.

The amulet shone in the firelight of the room. A single black crow clutching a small key adorned the flat face of the delicate amulet. Jolene gasped as her hand reached out; her delicate fingers gently outlining the small form as it flew before her.

"Zevran?" she asked, turning to look into his deep amber eyes.

Smiling, he drew his hand to her chin, leaning in to kiss her gently before moving behind to tie the amulet around her slender neck. Her eyes glistened as they locked on to his through the reflection of the mirror.

As Zevran stared at his warden, at his Jolene through the reflection he smiled and rejoiced in the idea of a future.

His lips caressed her ears as a single phrase escaped him; a phrase full of feeling and hope.

"You are a marvel."

[Sialater]

That's gorgeous, Hilde.

[ejoslin]

I agree. Hilde, both the sotry and the drawing are amazing.

Modifié par ejoslin, 22 décembre 2010 - 05:44 .

[Kismet76]

This was my Secret Santa for TanithAeyrs


It’s the little things


He woke up in the dark, wrapped up in covers that barely managed to keep the cold at bay. “Tell me again: why are we going to visit the Tevinter Imperium?”

She snickered, fully awake at once, stretching beside him. “Come on, Zev, I thought we were past that. We’re halfway there now; it’s a bit too late to change your mind, isn’t it?”

He moaned, covering his head with one of the blankets that were piled on their bed. They had paid good money to the innkeeper to get the warmest, most comfortable room, and a lot of blankets. He hated the cold, harsh weather of this mountainous part of Antiva. “We could have taken a ship. Why did we have to cross a maledetto mountain pass?”

“And miss all this?” she said, looking out of the window. “Look, Zev! The snow!”

She got up from the bed, hastily putting on her breeches and a tunic, and opened the window, inhaling the cold, crisp morning air. “Ah! It feels just like Ferelden!”

Her giggling was infectious, and he hid a smile before answering. “Hmm, my dear Warden, do you want me to freeze to death?”

“Oh, come on, stop complain—”

She went suddenly pale, then doubled up and vomited on the wooden floor.

Zevran was on his feet and beside Aithne in a second, holding her with an arm around her ribcage. She wiped her mouth with the back of a hand and shakily walked a couple of steps away, holding onto him for support.

“Here, sit down on the bed. I’ll hand you the water flask.”

She nodded, shocked and nauseated. She rinsed her mouth with some water, but her voice was tremulous when she spoke again. “This is it, Zev. It must be the Calling.”

He rose gracefully from his crouched position beside his pack and turned to the bed, moving cautiously towards her. “It must be something you have eaten, tesoro. There is still so much time before…”

“Before what, exactly, Zev?” she asked, her tone suddenly harsh. “It’s not like there are so many women in the Grey Wardens. Who knows what I should feel?”

He said nothing, because he had no answer to offer, but he gave her some mint leaves and sat down on the bed, wrapping her up in his arms. “If it was the Calling, you should have nightmares, yes?”

She nodded, thoughtful, chewing on the leaves.

“And you have not had any, as of late, yes?”

She nodded again, and he held her tightly, relaxing slightly. “See? It must be something you have eaten, or maybe it’s just this accursed cold… we should have travelled by sea.”

She remained silent for a minute while he held her, her head tucked under his chin and her face hidden to him, then she gasped, raising her face so suddenly that she almost knocked her head on his chin. He watched her intently, looking for signs of fear, but found only incredulity.

“No, it can’t be…” she said, trying to get up. She was hit by another wave of nausea and staggered on her feet, until he reached for her and pulled her back to sit down on the bed.

“What?” he asked, trying to hide his worry.

She looked down at her feet and seemed to ponder for a moment, ignoring his question. He soon became restless, and as he opened his mouth to ask again, she raised a hand to her mouth and giggled.

He blamed the cold and the early morning hour for his foolishness, but understanding finally dawned on him. He gave a shaky laugh and turned her towards him, to look her in the eye.

“Really?” he asked.

“I-I’m not sure. But the last time I threw up like that…”

“… you were pregnant,” he finished for her.

They looked at each other, incredulous and… giddy.

He threw his head back and laughed, a wave of relief and happiness washing over him at once.

After a minute, she playfully hit his chest. “What are you laughing at?” she asked, smiling. “It’s not like you have to carry a baby for nine months and then give birth, is it?”

He looked back at her, laughing still. “You cannot blame me, tesoro. Clearly, it happened because of your legendary Grey Wardens’ appetites!”

She shrilled in mock outrage and jumped on him, and they rolled together on the bed until they fell over on the ground with a thud.

When they finally stopped laughing, Zevran gathered her against him and away from the cold ground, kissing her neck and cheek.

“Ah, yes, I will have to prepare to endure one more pregnancy.”

“Excuse me? You will have to endure it?”

“Scusa,” he said, touching a hand to her belly. “I meant to say that I will have to endure your mother during the pregnancy.”

“Zevran Arainai, I swear that you will not touch me again, ever!”

He chuckled, holding her tightly. “This is more or less what you said the last time, tesoro…”

He kissed her before she could protest further.

She was with him still. They had more time to spend together.

Diamine, they were going to have another baby.





Life was good.

[mousestalker]

Kismet, I liked in the group posting and it's still good! Thank you for posting it here.