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[beggargirl]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Do any of you here have a personal preference for which origin runs best with Zevran.
Last time I think it was with an human noble.

Dwarf Commoner.  Awesome kiss scene, and they both come from similar backgrounds.

[Sarah1281]

So...random question. I'm assuming that if the prompts go on long enough that I'll eventually win one and was wondering about the prize. Is it supposed to be something Zevran-related? I'm having difficulty coming up with one I'd want due to my tendency to write whatever non-romance story I want to see myself...

[Corker]

beggargirl wrote...

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Do any of you here have a personal preference for which origin runs best with Zevran.
Last time I think it was with an human noble.

Dwarf Commoner.  Awesome kiss scene, and they both come from similar backgrounds.

Only if you have Charsen's mods, I assume?  In my vanilla game, Zevran had this weird thing for kissing my DC's nose.    "Uh... is this an Antivan custom or are you just really into noses, dude?"

[Tellervo]

Sarah1281 wrote...

So...random question. I'm assuming that if the prompts go on long enough that I'll eventually win one and was wondering about the prize. Is it supposed to be something Zevran-related? I'm having difficulty coming up with one I'd want due to my tendency to write whatever non-romance story I want to see myself...

My reward was just a picture of my Warden (mmm, vanity).  So...  I assume whatever the prize-giver is comfortable with?

Also, RE: favorite origin to romance Zev with... Dwarf Commoner is good, but Mage does it for me.  There are enough similarities in background (the gilded cage/brainwashing thing) for a common thread, but enough differences that it's not just commiseration.  Apologies to my dwarfy friends, but sometimes I just see Zev and Missa (because she is the face of DC to me) drunkenly singing together, "Nobody knows the troubles I've seen, nobody knows my sorrows..."  (I know they would never, ever do this, because they're not all "woe is us!", but it's in my head like half the Wardens here and Dog in derp ribbons).

Modifié par Tellervo, 16 août 2010 - 11:52 .

[jenovan]

Sarah1281 wrote...

So...random question. I'm assuming that if the prompts go on long enough that I'll eventually win one and was wondering about the prize. Is it supposed to be something Zevran-related? I'm having difficulty coming up with one I'd want due to my tendency to write whatever non-romance story I want to see myself...

Well, as a future prize-giver, I'm open to more or less anything, though I will admit something Zev-related would probably be easier ;D  But by no means necessary.  Perhaps for future contests, if the prompter has/wants to place certain constraints on the prize, they can say so up front?

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Do any of you here have a personal preference for which origin runs best with Zevran.

I like him with elves -- there's a commonality with CEs, and some interesting contrasts with DEs.  And apart from race, the Mage origin also has some fantastic parallels, as Tell mentioned.

Tellervo wrote...

(I know they would never, ever do this, because they're not all "woe is us!", but it's in my head like half the Wardens here and Dog in derp ribbons).

Wait, is that... half the Wardens in here in derp ribbons along with Dog, or...? XD  (oh the mental images..)

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Do any of you here have a personal preference for which origin runs best with Zevran.

I don't have a personal preference (I've only finished the game twice and romanced him on one of those playthroughs), but I could think of reasons for any origin to work with him, use him, or kill him on the spot.

I think it's more the personality and world-view of your Warden that decides if Zevran works for them, rather than their origin. If you're asking which origins have more in *common* with Zevran, that's a different question.

[soignee]

aaw man let's not do the pissing contest thing, as it degenerates into BUT MY WARDEN IS BETTER FOR ZEV OKAY and that's not cool <.<

Tellervo wrote...

 Apologies to my dwarfy friends, but sometimes I just see Zev and Missa (because she is the face of DC to me) drunkenly singing together, "Nobody knows the troubles I've seen, nobody knows my sorrows..."  (I know they would never, ever do this, because they're not all "woe is us!", but it's in my head like half the Wardens here and Dog in derp ribbons).

IDK how to respond to this without a long, rambling story. <.<
[mode set to ramble]

The whole point of the lolfanfic (when I get around to completing it, right now my brain is still foggy) is that Missa is trying to not wallow in the ****ty hand life dealt her and Not Be The Duster, and I'm tyring to write that. While yeah there's LOL YEAH LIFE IS **** I KILLED DUDES FOR MONEY TOO ALSO MY SISTER IS A **** overlaps, Missa eventually shakes off the dust and kills the brand in her, which is the whole point of the series and that the Dead Duster is walking. It's a slow build up yeah, but the abandoned chapter I have and should finish explains it a little better.

The comic I'm working on now is Missa As Madam Damnation and Not Missa Duster. She's killed the duster, but she's left the Warden fold, and there's the "well what now?" uncertainty she faces with her Zevran.
[/end ramble]

Shadow of Light Dragon wrote...
I think it's more the personality and world-view of your Warden that decides if Zevran works for them, rather than their origin. If you're asking which origins have more in *common* with Zevran, that's a different question.

This is an excellent point and thusly bolded. All the romance options work with all origins, IMO. It's how you percieve it. My Surana for example -elf and mage- was too socially inept for Zevran's cleverness. He was led around by the penis by Morrigan instead, even though he was terrfied of her. It was with great relief that she left him and he found Sigrun <.< (shhhh I make it work in my head, okay?)

This might be weird, but since I don't play the game much anymore (I know it inside out too much) if and when I do I don't romance Zevran anymore, because Missa/Zev is my canon romance. Missa is also my canon playthrough, and while I do like my other Wardens, she's apparently my muse, and thusly when I write/draw Zevran it's through her perceptions.

Modifié par soignee, 16 août 2010 - 01:57 .

[Corker]

Can we play "If not the Warden, then who?" instead?



Hardened Leiliana, IMO. They'd reinforce all kinds of bad habits in each other and it wouldn't last, but it would be a heck of a ride.

[Tellervo]

soignee wrote...

aaw man let's not do the pissing contest thing, as it degenerates into BUT MY WARDEN IS BETTER FOR ZEV OKAY and that's not cool <.<

It does?  Because thusfar it seems like its mostly just squee explanations.

soignee wrote...
a big long rant

I wasn't trying to make it into a pissing contest, I was sharing what I thought was a funny mental image brought on by comparing origins in this LI, so if you want to ******, you're doing it alone.  If you'd prefer I delete the content of my earlier post, I'll be pleased to do so.

Modifié par Tellervo, 16 août 2010 - 02:10 .

[soignee]

I am overtly defensive about Missa, all good. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HER INTERNETS, I HAVE TO RAMBLE AT YOU UNTIL YOU DO.



I am always of overly defensive mode as I've gotten really nasty things IM'd, left anon and said to my face in a backhanded complementory way over whay i create in my freetime, so I should prehaps stop seeing the fight when there is none.

[EccentricSage]

Corker wrote...

Can we play "If not the Warden, then who?" instead?

Hardened Leiliana, IMO. They'd reinforce all kinds of bad habits in each other and it wouldn't last, but it would be a heck of a ride.

Oooh! I have a story in my head for Zev/Alistair. It's set after the end of the blight. MCousland, Davend, hardened Alistair, but then spares Loghain and makes himself king. Loghain makes the US to regain his honor. Annora still has a lot of loyal followers and clout, and makes it clear she dissaproves of her King having a lover, though her main reason unknown to them is that she fears Zevran could kill her, so she is looking for a way to get him out of the picture.

Zevran of course, isn't going to stick around for long after that, and understands what's going on. Davend asks him to find Alistair (the wondering drunk) and convince him to become the Grey Warden Commander of Ferelden with full backing from the King, as he had planned this for Alistair all along.

Alistair's whole worldview and self esteem have taken a huge hit, leaving him more vulnerable and malleable than ever before. He doesn't feel like he is anything, nor has anything nor anyone in the world anymore. When Zevran shows up treating him like an old friend and laying out grand schemes, it's pretty easy for him to start to see Zevran in a new light. In particular, Alistair no longer feels like he has the right to be so judgmental of Zevran, because Zevran was at the final battle, risking his life for a cause that was not his own, while Alistair fully realizes by now that he himself abandoned his duties and possibly the world over hurt feelings.

Zevran, of coarse, thinks Alistair a fool and all, but we all know he's not a cruel person. In his efforts to do this favor for the man who saved him, and in his need to not be alone, the two are drawn together.

soignee wrote...

I am overtly defensive about Missa, all good. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HER INTERNETS, I HAVE TO RAMBLE AT YOU UNTIL YOU DO.

I do not understand her internets.    Please do?

Modifié par EccentricSage, 16 août 2010 - 05:07 .

[soignee]

Hair: An Antivan Play, in two parts.

Firstly: I am strung out of pain meds. They're opiates and it's glorious.
Secondly: I was going to draw something romantic, with Missa playing with Zev's hair, but the Tellervo -Tell, why do you give me lolwat ideas, incidently, is it a talent?- came up with the image of Missa and Zevran singing, my mind went to Missa in a 'fro and Zevran with hippy hair.
Thirdly: Hair is a **** musical. Age of Aquarius and Let The Sunshine In are the only decent songs, sry2say.

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Aquarius! Aquarius!

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius! Aquarius!

Modifié par soignee, 16 août 2010 - 06:10 .

[maradeux]

jenovan wrote...

Prompt: Hair!  (cue music) 
Is Zevran really "a fool who spends too much time on his hair"?  Does the Warden appreciate that?   Perhaps Zevran has a fondness for the Warden's tresses?   Maybe he shares hair care tips with Leliana?   Take it and run with it, gaiz XD

(If schedule permits, I'll be participating in my own way...  )

Time: 1 hour
Due:  Thursday (Aug. 19) 11:59 PM EST
Prize: I will write you something of your choosing!

They struck the camp and were preparing for the departure. Tenuvien packed up her few belongings, and Zevran was once again the last to return from his morning toilet. He clamped his hand mirror in the fork of a bare tree and thoroughly combed his long, still damp hair. When he noticed that Tenuvien surreptitiously observed him, he grinned and twisted his braids with special care. The elven woman has finished the packing and walked a few steps toward Zevran.

"You know, sometimes you remind me of an old tale my mother once told me. It's the story about a beautiful woman."

Zevran chuckled as he fastened the braids on the back part of his head. "About a woman? That sounds interesting. Will you tell me the tale?" He put his hand mirror and comb in a belt pouch and began to pack his things.

Tenuvien took a deep breath as she quickly helped Zevran with the packing, because the others were already going off. "All right then ... this woman was sitting on the top of a giant rock on the bank of a dangerous river. Thereby she was combing her golden hair with a golden comb, thereby she was singing a song. The fishermen, who saw and heard her, were so enraptured by the sight that they forgot to mind the river's flow. Their boats were smashed on the rocks and they were drowned in the flood."

Zevran picked up his bag and laughed: "And I remind you of this woman?"

Tenuvien shrugs: "Well, why not? You seduce people, they die. You certainly don't have a rock or a river, but your weapons and traps are just as deadly."

Zevran gave Tenuvien an amused glimpse, "And, would it work for you?"

Her eyes met his only briefly, while she - her bundle on her back - went off. "I hope not," she said and "I'm afraid so," she thought...

_____________________________________

It's again just to "share my idea". Heine's Loreley came to my mind when I read Jenovan's prompt. If I could draw, I would have drawn Zevran as Loreley: Standing bare chest on a rock, combing his hair, while women and men loose their minds and are drowned in the flood.

Thank you @Tellervo and Corker for your assistance with the translation! <3

Modifié par maradeux, 16 août 2010 - 06:13 .

[Corker]

Can't... look... away...

[maradeux]

wow, that's great, soignee! *lol*

[jenovan]

Hahahaha, I'm glad *someone* did it.   Awesome, soignee! XD

[soignee]

I didn't have time to paint in Dog with herpderp ribbons and Beatles hippy sunglasses

[Tellervo]

soignee wrote...
Tell, why do you give me lolwat ideas, incidently, is it a talent?

It has already been established that I am a WTF muse for Zevran fans.  See: octopus, bracers pr0n, a bunch of other stuff I can't remember because I am catching the dumb.

I lament the absence of dog and his ribbons, but Missa's fro makes up for it.

Modifié par Tellervo, 16 août 2010 - 06:51 .

[ICevoL]

jenovan wrote...

Prompt: Hair!  (cue music) 
Is Zevran really "a fool who spends too much time on his hair"?  Does the Warden appreciate that?   Perhaps Zevran has a fondness for the Warden's tresses?   Maybe he shares hair care tips with Leliana?   Take it and run with it, gaiz XD
(If schedule permits, I'll be participating in my own way...  )

Time: 1 hour
Due:  Thursday (Aug. 19) 11:59 PM EST
Prize: I will write you something of your choosing!

*waves to everyone*

I was very excited to find this thread today while browsing around the forums. I saw Jenovan’s challenge and got an idea.

I’ve been working on a story about KaiLynn (my male elf mage) and Zevran, but none of it is posted yet. Hopefully when my job settles down a bit I can get more written and edited. That said, my brain ran with this challenge and located a scene rather early in the development of their relationship. The fact that I only had an hour meant (1) I couldn’t word choice and edit it to death, as is my SOP and (2) it ends more abruptly than I wanted. Still, I figured I’d share since Jenovan and the rest of you inspired me.

If you’re curious, this is a screenshot of KaiLynn with Zevran



On with the snippet!

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A flurry of cursing met KaiLynn’s ears as he approached the stream near their camp. At least, he assumed it was cursing, based on the muttering anger in Zevran’s voice as the words flew fast and furious through the night air. Kai didn’t speak Antivan, but he recognized frustration when he heard it.

As he rounded a large tree, Kai saw Zevran kneeling with a bucket and soap on the ground next to him, hair loose from his braids and dripping in a blond mass down his bare back. He held a mirror in one hand and a wide-toothed comb in the other. Zevran was angling the mirror and trying to use the comb at the same time when KaiLynn cleared his throat to announce himself. “Something wrong?”

Zevran turned his head to look at Kai, the mirror and comb dropping to his sides as he sighed loudly. “I have chunks of debris in my hair from when that creature exploded right beside me earlier today. Despite my best efforts, I have made little progress in getting it out.”

Kai flushed, embarrassment climbing up the back of his neck to know he was – at least indirectly – the cause of any hair-related angst on Zevran’s part. It certainly wasn’t the first time that Kai had used the spell, but it had never activated so close to the party before. He usually targeted better than that.

Kai crouched down next to where Zevran knelt by the stream and visually examined the back of Zevran’s hair. He wouldn’t touch – didn’t dare – without warning or permission. He held out his hand for the comb. “Considering this is my fault, perhaps I can assist?”

Kai wasn’t using this as an excuse to touch Zevran. Really, he wasn’t.

Zevran tilted his head to the side, eyes assessing KaiLynn with their usual discomfiting acuity. “I would be a fool to refuse such a generous offer. By all means, your help would be… appreciated.”

Kai suppressed a shiver of longing when that voice all but caressed his skin. He was getting a lot of practice at hiding his reactions to the other elf, as these little moments of awareness were occurring with increasing frequency. Kai knew better than to assume an actual interest on Zevran’s part, considering that he seemed to flirt as effortlessly as he breathed.

Zevran handed KaiLynn the comb and gave him the back of his head. Using the comb, Kai lifted the strands at the base of Zevran’s neck and quickly saw the issue. Whatever had worked its way into the fine strands of hair had dried into a tight, sticky knot. Setting the comb aside, he gathered a small pile of sticks and dead leaves, feeling Zevran’s curious gaze following him as he moved. When he had the pile arranged, Kai closed his eyes and pulled on the energy within himself, channeling it through his hands as he incanted, and the pile caught fire. Kai normally wouldn’t use magic for such a mundane task, but he didn’t feel like running back to camp for a flint.

With the fire lit, KaiLynn fetched the metal bucket from beside Zevran and filled it with fresh stream water before placing it atop the flames. “The… material is sort of glued in there. Hot water should help loosen it up.”

Zevran favored him with a crooked smile. “Good idea.”

While the water was heating, Kai reached into the pouch at his waist where he carried his spell components. Finding the small bottle of oil with his fingers, he pulled it out and showed it to Zevran. “This is an anticoagulant. I can use this too, if you… um… don’t mind my fingers in your hair?” Kai couldn’t prevent the blush from rising back up his neck as he made the suggestion. While the task was hardly sexual, there was something inherently intimate about touching another person’s hair.

Zevran said nothing for a moment, then his smile softened. “I do not mind you touching me, Grey Warden. Do what you will.”

To KaiLynn’s complete relief, Zevran turned his head away, giving Kai a moment to compose himself. Regardless of the bystander damage to Zevran’s hair from Kai’s spell, he was starting to question his own sanity for asking to do this. Being so close to what he couldn’t have was pure self-torture.

KaiLynn was starting to believe he had a previously unacknowledged masochistic streak.

He slowly worked the oil into the knot of hair and bodily detritus, feeling relieved when the strands slowly started to separate themselves from the mess. Once he had most of the grime worked out, he went to check the water temperature and found it was warm enough. Kai grabbed the soap on the way back and used it in concert with the warm water to remove the oil. With that done, he allowed himself the small indulgence of using the comb to take several long strokes through the fine strands of golden hair. When Kai could delay no longer, he set the comb down and backed out of Zevran’s personal space. “I think that’s all of it.”

Zevran turned around to face KaiLynn, shuffling forward to reduce the distance between them until they knelt with less than an inch of space separating their knees. “Pity -- I was just beginning to enjoy myself. Are you certain you’re done just yet?”

Kai’s breath caught at the open challenge in Zevran’s expression, silently daring him to take a risk for once and reach for what he wanted. He felt himself leaning forward and forced himself to stop, instead pressing to his feet. “I… I need to get back… to camp, I mean. My turn to cook and…” Andraste help him, he was rambling badly. Zevran’s expression hadn’t changed, eyes still fixed on Kai with clear intent and making him wonder about his own assumptions. Maybe…

Kai shook his head at himself, trying to physically extricate the delusion from his brain. “I’m sorry about the mess.” 

He couldn’t say for sure if the apology was about Zevran’s hair, or about Kai himself.

-Fin-

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Modifié par ICevoL, 17 août 2010 - 01:09 .

[Hilde]

@ICevol

Hello! I liked your story very much!

Modifié par Hilde, 17 août 2010 - 02:45 .

[payroo]

@soignee: WAT. Idon'teven but FLOWERS! Flowily flowy hair!!<3

(also, look what you made me do to my dog)
herp
derp

@mara: Awww, that was so adorable!:wub:now you make me want to draw Zevran as Loreley... eheheh.

@ICevol: *waves back*
Your entry was so cute! (I never used the virulent bomb tree of spells myself because I found them... icky...) That insufferable, incorrigible, impossibly sexy Zevran~

Modifié par payroo, 17 août 2010 - 02:52 .

[jenovan]

Welcome on board, ICevoL! Great story! XD Hehe.. oh, the way Zevran confounds Wardens ;D

[payroo]

jenovan wrote...
Prompt: Hair!  (cue music) 
Is Zevran really "a fool who spends too much time on his hair"?  Does the Warden appreciate that?   Perhaps Zevran has a fondness for the Warden's tresses?   Maybe he shares hair care tips with Leliana?   Take it and run with it, gaiz XD

(If schedule permits, I'll be participating in my own way...  )

Time: 1 hour
Due:  Thursday (Aug. 19) 11:59 PM EST
Prize: I will write you something of your choosing!

Ah, not a very creative entry this time. I was finally properly messin' around with this ArtRage thing (downloaded the demo like 2 weeks ago after being sooooo jealous of soignee's cool painterly stuff for the longest time ).

uh, hair. lots of it. click for le enlargement.

i36.tinypic.com/2d792zm.jpg


(FFuUUUU demo version puts on this fugly watermark T_T)

Modifié par payroo, 17 août 2010 - 05:47 .

[Remmirath]

So I've been sort of lurking around this thread for a while (by 'a while' I mean 'off and on since it began, but it got long really quickly and I got all intimidated') ... and someone said lurkers should come out, so. Here's one. Hi? 

I was going to try to draw something for the hair prompt, but was having a really bad day with drawing, so I decided to try and write for a change. I'm probably very rusty (not that I was ever great at it), but it was fun.

First thing that came to mind concerning hair. Not really sure why.

- - - - - - - -

Zevran had been quite surprised -  both pleasantly and somewhat less so - by the change in Zemariel's appearance after they had stayed in Arl Eamon's estate for several days and had time for a long bath. On the one hand, the Warden cleaned up nicer than Zevran had expected, but on the other hand it had given him cause to wonder just how long it had been since the other elf had previously had a proper bath.

His hair was what Zevran was admiring at the moment from his vantage point on the bed. He had always been of the opinion that the Warden's hair was a dark, sort of muddy brown before; now he believed that this had been largely due to... well, mud. Not a completely pleasant thought, but there it was. Now, as he watched Zemariel polish and sharpen his various swords while sitting in the chair by the fireside of their room in the estate, Zevran noticed that the Warden's hair was actually several shades lighter than he had thought. He had left his hair loose, and the effect of it framing his face was to make his face look less gaunt and angular. The reddish highlights picked up by the light of the fire were also not something that Zevran would have predicted.

Zemariel looked up from polishing the sword he was currently working on - a rather old and battered one that he had possessed ever since Zevran had met him, but seemed unwilling to part with - and smiled. "Sovereign for your thoughts?" he asked.
"Surely they are not worth so much," Zevran replied. "I was simply watching you. You clean up rather nicely, you know."
"Do I?"
As always when Zevran complimented him on his appearance, the other elf seemed genuinely surprised. He would get over that eventually, Zevran was sure.
"You do. I am quite fond of your hair, I believe. It is not a colour that is found often in Antiva."
"You've never mentioned it before." Zemariel laid the sword aside, and picked up the next one in line - this time one Zevran had actually seen him use - but did not begin oiling it yet.
"True. It has not looked the same before."
Zemariel laughed. "I guess I never really paid much attention to it. There hasn't really been time on the road to do anything much more than take a quick swim in a river to clean up."
Zevran grimaced. "I shall have to break you of that habit, my dear Warden. I can assure you that it does not take very much work to keep your hair from becoming a different colour entirely."
"Well, if you like it, I'll certainly make an effort."
"I do indeed." Zevran swung himself off of the bed and moved over to stand behind Zemariel's chair. "Now, can I help you with this? I am sure it will go much faster that way, and there are things I believe you and I would both rather spend the evening doing."

- - (Somewhat Abrupt) End  - -


At this point I was going to answer those original questions and stuff, but as my laptop battery is just about done for and it's nearly 5:30 AM anyhow I had better just post and hope the formatting isn't too screwy. I'll fix it tomorrow if it is.

[wildannie]

Hi there



I'm always lurking in this thread, maybe I'll get up the courage to enter something one day...



Enjoying all the stories and art, have downloaded Artrage too (also inspired by soignee).