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[Rhinna]

So many people like Zev -I've read some fan fiction with Zev, and there is such a wide range of PC personalities, I thought it would be kinda fun to see how people viewed the PC they used that romanced Zev

I'll go first - longer than I thought, sorry, but easy to get carried away LOL


Aine pinned her dark brown hair up again in an exasperated sigh. Her mane appeared to have a mind of its own, and unbeknownst to Aine, only added to the attractiveness of the young elven woman. Green eyes the color of the forest, with flecks of gold that appeared to move with the light. Their color so pale, yet their gaze so piercing that she could bore a hole through your soul or caress it with just a glance. Lithe, supple and strong, Aine was a beautiful young woman, catching  the eye of many a young man, yet she remained oblivious to the obvious.
She was found by her clan as a baby, abandoned on the side of a road. Fiercely independent even from a young age, the elders had all but given up trying to make her conform…she had willingly undergone the Vallaslin though, choosing a pattern not common to most Dalish…when questioned, Aine would only reply it had come to her in a dream. The dark brown markings swirled upon her forehead, matching the brown of her hair, and ended in a small line down the bridge of her nose.

Tamlen. The one she let get close, much against her better judgment. He had known her for years, chipping away at the shell she surrounded her heart with, until he managed a crack or two, and began to insinuate himself inside. But now he’s gone. Dead. Taken by darkspawn because his damn curiosity got the best of him. 

But that was in the past…Conscripted  by Duncan for the Grey Wardens, she found herself an unwilling recruit, and now she was leading a party of misfits around Ferelden looking for more help against the coming Blight. “Like I ENJOY this” she thought to herself “Alastair is a spoiled little boy, Morrigan doesn’t even WANT to be here, the only one that seems pleased to be here is Dog, and a bunch of assassins just tried to kill us. Lovely.”

A groan below her disturbed her reverie. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at the elf on the ground at her feet. “I thought he was dead – I must be slipping” Curiosity got the best of her, and she turned him over with her foot. The next thing she saw caused a sharp intake of breath and a gasp from her lips, which did not go unnoticed by her victim…He had the same Vallaslin as her! But how?! He wasn’t Dalish – that was evident from his dress and his accent – the only words she heard him utter were “The Grey Wardens die HERE”, but it was enough. Antivan most likely, and probably an assassin to boot. Then why did she have this…feeling?

The elf stirred and groaned. “Mmm…Oh…I rather thought I would wake up dead, or not wake up at all as the case may be. But I see you haven’t killed me yet”

“That could be easily rectified” Aine snorted.

“Of that I have no doubt. You are most skilled. If you haven’t killed me however, you must have kept me alive for some purpose, yes? My name is Zevran - Zev to my friends. I am a member of the Antivan Crows, brought here for the sole purpose of slaying any surviving Grey Wardens. Which I have failed at, sadly.” He met her eyes with his, and Aine noticed they were green like hers…but darker. Clear pools of Brecilian pine, piercing, unrelenting…yet she noticed there was something more behind that gaze-something she could not quite put her finger on yet…So easy to get lost in those eyes..

“Who hired you to kill us?” Aine snapped, irritated that she had allowed her mind to wander.

“A rather taciturn fellow in the capital; Loghain, I think his name was? Yes, that’s it.” He replied.

“Does that mean you are loyal to Loghain?”

“I have no idea what his issues are with you.  the usual I imagine – you threaten his power, yes? Beyond that no, I am not loyal to him. I was contracted to perform a service. “

“And now that you’ve failed that service?”

“Well, that’s between Loghain and the Crows, and the Crows and myself…Now, unless you are quite stuck on cutting my throat, or something equally gruesome, perhaps you’d care to hear a proposal?”

“You tried to KILL me!” Aine sputtered. 

 “Unsuccessfully! Besides, someone in your position can’t take these things so personally, can you?” Zevran gave her a quick smile and a wink. Aine found herself liking this elf despite the fact he just tried to kill her not ten minutes prior…He reminded her of Tamlen – brash, teasing, handsome, fearless, taking risks when no one else dared….

“I’m listening” she said quietly.

“Well, since I failed to kill you, my life is forfeit. That’s how it works. The Crows will kill me. That is the way it is. The thing is, I like living. And you obviously are the sort to give the Crows pause. So, let me serve you instead”

“You must think I’m royally stupid”

Zevran knew he would not die. He noticed the imperceptible relaxing of the elven woman’s shoulders in response to his teasing jest, and decided to push a little further…”she is beautiful” he thought to himself, and felt an unfamiliar warmth start to creep into his heart. Zevran shook it off, and carefully planned his next remark. "I think you're royally tough to kill. And utterly gorgeous. Not that you'll respond to simple flattery. But there are worse things in life than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess."

Aine chuckled at this remark, quickly turning it into a sort of cough/snort, drawing quizzical looks from the rest of her party. What is he up to? And why am I so damn attracted to him?  “And what could you offer me?”

“Well, I am skilled at many things, from fighting to picking locks, to stealth. I could also warn you if the Crows should decide to try something more… sophisticated, now that my attempts have failed… I could also stand around and look pretty if you prefer. Warm your bed, or fend off unwanted suitors no?” Zevran almost regretted the last line – all that was between him and death right now was the Grey Warden’s sword whose point was not-so-comfortably nestled in the little hollow at the base of his neck where it meets his chest.  What was it about her?  He thought to himself. He had to will himself to stop staring at her, and not get drawn in deeper than he was willing to go. His training taught him as much.

“Bed warming might be nice” The words were out of her mouth before she had time to think Damn!  Aine found herself blushing.

“See? I knew we could find a common interest. Or two, or three.  Really, I could go ALL night.…So, what shall it be? I’ll even shine armor. You won’t find a better deal, I promise”

“Very well, I accept your offer…”
 

Modifié par Rhinna, 21 janvier 2010 - 02:50 .

[Addai]

Very nice. I don't write fanfiction (well, some Tolkien, thanks to old MUSH habits) but I do like to think out a lot of RP background.

The only character I've had who romanced Zevran was a city elf rogue. She ended up falling for Nelaros and took his death very hard. The whole trip to Ostagar and the missions into the Korcari Wilds, she was numb, like it wasn't really happening to her. She was clever and saw through Duncan and Alistair's flimsy secrecy, so she had already figured out what was up with the Joining, but she welcomed it- hastened it. She didn't care if she died. In her mind, she would welcome joining Nelaros in the afterlife. At best she would survive the Joining and die after a valorous fight in battle, and then she could meet Nelaros again proudly. She would no longer have to feel guilty for being alive while others were dead.

But, she didn't die. And then she didn't die again. About the time she was telling others in Lothering not to lose hope, she realized what a hypocrite she was, but she didn't know how to find hope for herself again. Her pursuit of duty was a grim one.  As for the other Grey Warden, Alistair had at first provoked flashbacks of Vaughn, mainly because she was on guard for the king's army to be full of Vaughns. It didn't take long to realize that Alistair was more Soris than Vaughan, however. She was grateful not to be alone but still couldn't trust him enough to think of him as any more than a battle companion. It was not really his fault, as I don't think she could have looked at any human man that way; not after what happened to her.

When she encountered Zevran and heard his story, she figured out quickly that he had mucked the assassination deliberately. She could see that he was looking for a way out. She couldn't have known about Rinna, but still, she did recognize herself in him. Better than others, she could understand the terrible necessity that elves could be driven to. I wouldn't say she fell in love with him on sight, but she did know a kindred spirit when she saw one.

More than that, she saw someone who did not let the tragedy of his life overcome his wit or his will to live. She was still clinging to Nelaros, still kept his ring, but Zevran began to show her a way to come back to life again. She needed him as much as he needed her.

Modifié par Addai67, 21 janvier 2010 - 04:40 .

[tallon1982]

*To be honest I have yet to really romance Zev but I'll take a whack at this using a character I haven't really created yet*



Talia stared at the fire after Zevran told her one of his stories. He told her about a mage he was sent to kill and how he watched her slip while getting into a carriage, meeting her demise. Her brown eyes reflected the fire as he stared at her intently. She let her thoughts run wildly wondering why he would tell her such a tale. Her eyes closed and slowly she shifted to look at him more directly, "Did she mean anything to you?"



"If you mean did I care for her no not really. We both knew we were passing the time before the inevitable." Zevran replied casually before leaning back on his bedroll. He watched her look away from him, "I wouldn't say the same about you though...You are a mystery to me."



Talia raised her brow as she looked at him, "A mystery? I'm no different from the mage in your tale. You were sent to kill me were you not?"



"Yes but it was nothing personal." Zevran sat back up and looked into her eyes. He could see amber flecks and swirls of gold in her brown eyes. His hand reached to touch her cheek but he stopped himself, "I never thought a Grey Warden would be so beautiful and dangerous at the same time. We are alike...Trapped by what we are."



"I am not trapped." She scoffed and pulled away from him.



He grinned gamely then quickly snatched up her hand, "You know they say denial is always the first step to recovery." He brought it up to his lips then planted a kiss it.



His soft lips against her delicate hand made her blush and she shook her head, "Zevran...I..."



She blinked when he touched a finger to her lips and winked, "I won't tell anyone. Trust me."

[jenovan]

Ahh, interesting request. XD  Especially as Zevran seems to appeal to different people/characters in very different ways!

I actually have an "intro story" much like Rhinna's here, but to sum up the PC...

Edit: good lord, where did my paragraph breaks go?? *puts them back*


Alessar is a city elf who, despite having seen horrible things done to his people, has always tried to maintain a sense of what was right, and fair.  He had been nervous about his upcoming wedding, and while Nesiara was beautiful and seemed like a good woman, he had mixed feelings about settling down -- not into marriage, but into the sad monotony of a life of menial work.  He wasn't exactly *happy* to be conscripted into the Grey Wardens, but he certainly didn't want to rot in the Arl of Denerim's cellars for something that he didn't think was a crime; and working to defend the country appealed to him more than living a life of drudgery.  Maybe that came from his mother's blood, as the others in the Alienage had said.

When Zevran led his ambush on the party, Alessar was amazed to see an elf wield that kind of power, but he learned as soon as they interrogated the assassin that he was only a different kind of slave.  That made him immediately sympathetic to Zevran's wish to escape the Crows, even if trusting someone who nearly killed him seemed like a "royally stupid" idea.

Alessar had never thought about men in a romantic sense, but Zevran intrigued him in two ways.  First, as a friend with a background he could understand, to some degree.  Zevran's upbringing had been horrible in ways Alessar couldn't imagine, and he'd not only survived it; he somehow managed to keep smiling, or at least, find things to smile about.  Second, Zev presented this strange bundle of mixed messages -- Alessar knew better than to take most of his outrageous banter seriously, but every so often Zevran would say something that seemed at odds with his guise of a freewheeling casanova.

I'm still playing through this game, but at this time -- as a point of reference, Zevran is at 94% Adore, and they've only done Redcliffe, the Tower, and the Urn! --  the two elves seem pretty well smitten with each other.  Alessar understands, especially knowing about Rinna now, why Zevran won't talk about the L-word... even if *he* was the first one to ask about the future.    Some of Zevran's "take pleasures where you can" mentality is rubbing off on Alessar, though -- especially since he knows he's already destined for a shorter life... provided he survives their quest!

Modifié par jenovan, 21 janvier 2010 - 06:19 .

[AndreaDraco]

Alqua is an Elf Mage. Originary from Denerim, he can scarcely remember his family and the alienage, and his first vivid memories are of the Tower. It wasn't an easy life, and he always felt left behind by the other apprentices, who didn't like the little elf trotting behind them. Growing up, he cultivated his magical studies as much as his historical and philosophical one, perusing the Dalish tragical history and the old spirituality of his race. He became somewhat of an activist amongst the other apprentices, always speaking up his mind and asking for fair treatment from the most crabby teachers, always stepping in when a majority (a gang of senior apprentices whose noble origin led them to believe everything was due to them, for example) was suffocating a minority (like a green boy or girl abused by his fellows). He was openly a Libertarian advocate, and his historical studies - and his elven heritage - had left him with a severe distrust in the Chantry, or, better, a deep resentment. As such, he always thought of himself as an atheist with a mild, academic interest in the old Elven pantheon.

When Duncan recruited him, Alqua was glad to leave the tower both because he had the chance to experience the outside world, away from the Chantry prying eye, and because he was finally able to put his magic to the service of all mankind. His motto was that of the old poet: ****** sum, humani nihil a me alienum ****** (I am a man, nothing human leaves me indifferent)*, and now he had the possibility to prove his worth.

When Zevran ambushed Alqua, Alistair and Wynne, Alqua spared him for two reasons: because Zevran was an elf and because he wanted to squeeze every bit of information out of him, and making sure that no other Crow would go after them. In hindsight, maybe even Zevran's eyes convinced him to bring him along, because the moment they locked gaze, Alqua felt a sudden connection between them.

Alqua had always liked other men. He discovered this while he was still very young, and the Templars had just brought him to the Tower. However, he never had the chance to pursue his nature while in the Tower, and when Zevran complimented him for the first time, Alqua felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the fire burning ablaze in the camp.

Despite the disapproving looks from the others, Alqua sat down with Zevran many a nights, asking him of his life in the Crows and of his adventures -- and the more Zevran talked about his past, the more Alqua felt the connection between them growing stronger. Their lives were very similar, almost mirrors and he began not only to trust him but to value his companionship.

When they were exploring the Brecilian Forest, they fell victim of the Shade's spell and only Alqua resisted and was well awake to see his companions lying on the ground, like dead. The thought of having lost Zevran sent powerful waves of rage through him, as he battled the Shade, and when he finally broke the spell, he knew that he loved him...

... And that's how Alqua discovered his love for Zevran. The two of them left Denerim together after the battle with the Archdemon, and Zevran decided to be with his loved one. Together, they are rebuilding the Grey Wardens in Amaranthine, and Alqua treasures Zevran before even his life.

Modifié par AndreaDraco, 21 janvier 2010 - 06:46 .

[Rhinna]

Wow...thanks all for sharing - these are great stories! I love seeing the personalities behind the PC characters - it's like another bonus storyline!



I guess I wrote more of an "intro story" than a proper synopsis, so I'll put it down here:



Aine was a Dalish elf. Raised in a tight knit clan where love and respect went hand in hand, yet she was always on the outside looking in. Fiercely independent, she didn't wish to "owe" anyone anything, and perhaps that is why it was so difficult for her male suitors - many wanted to coddle and take care of her, and all she wanted was an equal partner, or perhaps one that was strong enough to put up a fight. That's why she loved Tamlen. He understood her, didn't treat her like a precious flower, yet respected and loved her with an intensity that took her breath away. She was devastated by his loss. She never really felt closure since they didn't find a body, and a small part of her had always hoped he would be found.



When Duncan recruited her out of necessity instead of choice, she did so begrudgingly, and resented having to leave her clan, her forest, to take up with some shems who left the leading up to her. When she, Morrigan, Dog, and Leliana were ambushed by Zev and crew, she spared him because he reminded her so much of Tamlen. Perhaps not in looks, but personality. Besides, there was something deeper there she sensed amidst the banter...that he spoke the truth when he pledged his loyalty - not an assurance she had felt from anyone else so far.



Her attraction to him grew as she found he was the only one in camp that seemed to be honest with her - a quality she held high above everything else. As she got to know him, and heard his stories - she found a kindred spirit - one who had been refined by fire and came out stronger. He allowed her to lead, yet when she needed help, Zevran was the only one who was there to assist - sometimes with words, sometimes with a quiet strength. When Tamlen reappeared at camp and had to be killed, Zev was the only one that offered a kind word. It was then that Aine truly let down her guard, and allowed him totally into her heart. The death of Tamlen brought closure to an old part of her life, and opened up a new chapter with Zevran.

[Raixser]

Okay here's the first of my characters who romanced Zev

Cahal Cousland had always subconsciously allowed himself to live in his brother’s shadow. Because he was the younger brother he’d known that Fergus was always going to have the edge in everything, except perhaps combat. Cahal had always been better at that at least.

It had been clear to him from very early on that he preferred his own sex to the opposite one, his first real ‘crush’ being his childhood friend Ser Gilmore. However when he was older he developed feelings for the son of Bann Lorens: Dairren. Cahal was always very cautious when it came to these things, for the most part anyone who pursued him wanted his potential title (if anything happened to Fergus) or favour with the man who would take over as Teyrn Cousland. As a result Cahal was actually very insecure emotionally speaking.

However on the very night he finally managed to spend his first night together with Dairren the other man was murdered. Along with everyone else in Highever Castle.

This set him back a long way and he was hesitant to try and actually befriend any of his companions (though Alistair clung to him since they were both the survivors of Ostagar). They didn’t make much of an attempt either with the exception of Alistair who just refused to let him wallow, which Cahal was silently always very grateful for.
At first sparing Zevran had been practicality rather than anything else, they needed as many allies as they could muster and the Elf had been more than willing to join them.

However after a while he began to enjoy the Elf’s company and found himself starting to laugh for the first time in he couldn’t even remember how long. When Zevran admitted he found Cahal handsom the former noble had been genuinely shocked which the Elf didn’t seem to understand.

Fergus had always been the main target of suitors; after all he was the one who would become Teyrn when their father died. Even the ones who tried to pursue Cahal were usually after Fergus which had led to a fairly low opinion of his own looks and charms.

So after that he made great attempts to get to know Zevran better, while being careful to test the waters. He had a feeling certain topics could scare Zevran away and he didn’t want that.

Some of the stories made Cahal’s blood boil, made him want to destroy the ones who’d made the Elf suffer so much.
However it wasn’t until the encounter with Taliesen that cemented things. It was then Cahal knew he loved Zevran. Before either of them could actually talk about it Cahal and Alistair got captured by Ser Cauthrien. When he saw it was Zevran who had come to their aid Cahal couldn’t help himself, he kissed Zevran deeply, not caring that Alistair or Sten were there acting as witnesses.

Now more than ever he was positive that Zevran was the one he wanted.

Modifié par Raixser, 21 janvier 2010 - 08:32 .

[AndreaDraco]

Nice story, Raixer. And the first part is pretty similar to what I envisioned for my Human Noble character, Kevar - poor Dairren!

[Raixser]

lol thanks ^^



And I know I loved Dairren for the entire two seconds of screen time he got *sniffle*

[frostajulie]

My first character to romance Zev for real and not exploring the game environs was a City elf dual wielding rogue named Natalya.

She had hair as red as the human blood she thirsted for. when Vaughn and his cronies killed her betrothed a man she was looking forward to marrying, ruined her wedding service and raped her cousin, Natalya learned to hate. The sweetest release she ever had was decapitating Vaughn, after that telling the Denerim guards off when Duncan conscripted her really felt good as well.

Natalya did not at first understand that not all humans were bad. In her rage she made some very callous decisions that often put her at odds with Alistair a very unhumanlike human. Natalya killed a prisoner for a key, killed a wounded soldier just to prove how bad ass she was and yet Alistair persisted in being unhumanly kind to her. It was through him and Morrigan that she learned to temper her hate so that it was not indiscrimninate. Also that damn storyteller in the brecilian forest taught her that even elves can be total c- o- c- k sneezes.

Natalya met Zev after the Broken Circle. She let him live because he was an elf and she was sick of Leil and ALi always ganging up on her making her feel like the worlds number 1 loser, Morrigan was no comfort at this point and Sten.. well, he was Sten. Zev told her she was a gorgeous sex goddess and then moved her to compassion when he told her how he was sold as a slave as a boy. The more she learned about Zev the deeper her feelings for him became. Add to the fact that he made fun of everyone and always defended her, even admired her aloud and before she knew it Natalya was head over heals in love. Zev taught her to be an Assassin, he also taught her to be a lover, not just have sex, but how to make love. Zev also made her happy. Natalya was not killing the Archdemon because she cared about Ferelden. As far as she cared Ferelden could suck her- oh wait, Natalya is a chick, well anyway Natalya fought the demon and did her greywardening because she cared about Zev and the only way to keep him free was to be at his side and she could only do that after the whole archdemon thing and the blight was done. At the end Natalya stayed with Zev, she had Ali do the ritual so he could be king and she struck the killing blow herself. Then Zev and Natalya stayed to help Ali rule.

Modifié par frostajulie, 21 janvier 2010 - 10:50 .

[Sylrien]

Sylrien- star of Halamshiral and my playthrough, is a city elf rogue torn between Zevran and Alistair.

The reason she's attracted to Zevran and viceversa is because they're just so damned similar. There's a more physical attractino there than between Alistair and it feels right according to the culture she's grown up in.

She was looking forward to being a wife and amother. She saw what happened to Elves who rocked the boat like her mother. Her life was really turned upside down when the Human Nobles came in and stole the women. Yes, she had training, yes she was pretty good at it- but she won her battles using her tongue and her wits, and was always a reluctant warrior. WHen Nelaros died saving her, and when Shianni was raped, it tore her apart. She entertained the idea of running away t join the Dalish with Soris, but the moment the guards came from her- the moment she was conscripted - her life ended. In everyway except physically, she was dead.

So her bond with Alistair was a survival measure- you don't come out of that sort of neardeath situation without becoming close t someone...or at least, that's hwo she experienced it. She saw a person who needed comfortand affection and it the warden helped her remember how to do that. But the problem was she was an elf - and fiercely proud of being an elf (even though she wasn't Dalish).

With Zevran came someone so sure of himself that it was like a moth to the flame. He was the audible voice of reason and thought, he constnatly gave his opinion and while she and Alistair were bound by duty, even fate...Zevran was something real. Though he made no pretentions to love or affection like Alistair did, he still had a soft touch. With Alistair she was able to play hero but Zevran's attitude reminded her that she was an elf, and a woman. He really reminded her of some of the Alienage elves: He wasn't some possibly fiction wild elven hero like the dailsh supposedly were- he was proud of being an elf as well as antivan and a crow, and he did not hide from the fact that most of their people were content to live in squalor

It's hard to explain, but when it comes down to it, it's tied in them both being an elf, them both understanding what that means, and a natural inclination to like other elves. It's a much more earthy romance than the fairytale that is Alistair.

[Tasmen]

So yeah.... I have another Zevie lust-anglement story that is a WIP so I don't want to post any of the character motivations there lest it ruin the story.  So, here's a different character and his feelings towards Zevran.

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The pitter patter of a throbbing beat bounced across the top of his head.   Consciousness.  It drifted back in a heavy fog thick with dizziness and uncertainty.  Where was he?  Had he lived?

Eyelids fluttered open slowly; the motion made tentative and weary.  Focusing upon a single object proved difficult until  the familiar met his groggy gaze, Zevran.

Their meeting had been unconventional. 

The second son of one of Ferelden's most influential nobles, William Cousland was thrust into a fight he did not consider his own.   Dragged from his home on the night of of his greatest tragedy, he found himself conscripted and pushed into the service of the Grey Wardens.  All around him, his world crumbled,  his family dead, slaughtered at the hands of Arl Howe.  The worries of the rest of Ferelden were of little matter to him. Duty, honor, the burning need for revenge, all fell upon his unprepared shoulders.

The Grey Warden dies here...

A little travelled stretch of road, the cry of a maiden in distress, William and his companions went to provide aid and instead fell into ambush.  The fight had not been a long one -- the two Wardens, mage and rogue well seasoned in their combat experience.  The traveling band of assassins proved little challenge.

And as it all ended, he approached the body of a blonde elf -- the leader presumably. 

Flowery language rich with bravado and arrogance creased the elf's mouth in speech.  But it was not the promises of loyalty or even the declaration of the elf's skills that brought William to grant mercy.  He had recognized something within Zevran -- something he saw in himself whenever he glanced in a mirror.  Despair.   Masks could be worn -- a facade of happiness sported like the greatest of actors.  It was impossible, however,  to hide the hollow bruise of hopelessness within in the eyes.

Friendship blossomed into something more, an intimate entanglement wrapped up on their mutual understanding of one another.   Confessions were made -- Rinna, a father and mother abandoned.  What justice could be meted out was done together -- Taliesen and Howe. 

Zevran shall stay at the gates..

The words burned his throat to speak them.  There were others that should have been spoken, but William's tongue would not allow them to be uttered.  They had fought together, side by side, since that day on the Imperial highway.   But on this day, he would have Zevran step aside -- stay safe.

The archdemon had been defeated; William struck the final blow.   Blinding light and searing pain his most recent memories until his eyes once again opened and took in the the honeyed amber gaze of his friend, his lover, his...Zevran.

Modifié par Tasmen, 22 janvier 2010 - 04:25 .

[Jayelet]

The story of my first character I leave you here: social.bioware.com/394145/blog/1869/
in case anyone cares, is in Spanish, but you can always use a translator

[Malaia]

http://www.fanfictio...omedy_Of_Errors is mainly my character's view on Zev's but also vice versa.

[frostajulie]

Song was a human mage who resented Irving and the templars with all her heart. The last time she stood beneath a cloudless sky and felt sun warm her skin she had been a child. She yearned to feel grass wet with morning dew squishing between her toes but the templars didn't open the doors for just anyone. Song wants to be free of the tower more than anything in the world. She walks around in a near constant state of claustrophobic anxiety. She excelled at her studies because she knew the only way to leave the tower was to leave on tower business.



When Jowan asked her to helkp free him how could she deny him her own hearts desire, he was after all her friend. She felt no loyalty to Irving and had nothing but hatred in her heart for Gregoir and his templars.



When Duncan conscripted her as a grey warden she viewed it as a promise of freedom and she leapt at the chance to leave the tower and its watchful templars. Ostegar was awesome. Song spoke out against the chantry and was not punished for it. The king was so handsome and very kind to her. Alistair was charming. Duncan was very fatherly... up until he killed Ser Jory. Song had no problem completing the ritual, she was committed to any means necesary to keep her from returning to the tower. Sadly this fear of returning shadowed every choice she made.



The blossoming romance with AListair died in redcliffed when she sacrificed Isolde because she refused to return to the circle tower to ask for help. In the fade she made a deal witrh a demon so she could learn blood magic. Her reasoning was simply that every bit of power at her disposal should be used to keep the tower from taking her prisoner again. Song loved freedom, loved life, singing and dancing and drinking and using her magic to kick ass made her feel good. Her eyes and fingers drank in everything she was drunk on life and then she met Zevren. She totally kicked his ass, no problem, but stuff was always trying to kill her and He was so funny. Joking when she held the power of life and death over him. Song was enchanted, here was a man that knew how to live. Alistair was so, old, proper, stiff. Zevran was a charmer, adventurous, dangerous, and he thought she was sexy.



Best of all he dod not judge her when she spared Avernus and bade him continue his research without restrictions, again her fear was ruling her she wanted power to use as a buffer between her and the tower. In a fit of rage and hate she defiled the ashes of Andraste Zev did not judge her, Leilani didn't believe her weak lies and left her. Song was sad but got over it as they trekked onward to Orzammar. Heeding Zev's advice Song made Bhelan king and slew Branka.



Song made AListair king, spared Loghain and made him take the killing blow then SOng and Zev pursued adventure as they continued their travels together both free in a world of wonders where Song's name was synonemous with hero. It was good to be alive, it was good to be in love and it was good and sweet to be free beneath the fereldan sun.

[Jayelet]

A friend got it translated into English, so you can understand.



Here I leave the story



Your steps distance you from the city of Denerim more and more each time.  The celebration is now over, and little by little everything is returning to normal. The city is being rebuilt and is erasing from everyone’s minds the horror that was suffered.  Within a few years it will just be a bad memory.  It will be something the elders will tell the young while sitting around the fires in their homes.

And here you are sitting in front of the fire, which was once a large encampment. Now it is all reduced to a small fire where Zevran and you are camped on your path to the home of the Gray Wardens. Of all of the people who followed you throughout your life, only Zevran remained. He was the only one who proved to be a true friend. Everyone else has resumed their previous lives. Nothing connected you to them, you had nothing in common. Now more than ever you realize that. Not even Alister had anything in common with you besides the fact you are both Gray Wardens and you both felt helpless when the events of the Blight started to unfold around you. You were stupid to not realize it.

Now that the voices of the populace have been muted and you only hear the sound of wind rocked trees, it’s time to think. It is time to think about your recent past, something you have not done much since that cold morning when you came to Ostagar.

At that time it was a whirlwind of events and for one reason or another you end up in Ostagar converted into Gray Warden. After that came the carnage, death, and destruction with just you and Alistair in front of a shadowy army of monsters. You stupidly believed you were in love with him. What the hell did you know of love? You had barely tasted love, let alone even felt it.

You were led by his romantic words, believed in his words, and forgave or justified his lies. You couldn’t see he was just a child, or maybe that what he made you think since he needed your protection. You accept his romantic advances and you promised yourself to him, not realizing that the path you had to walk was leading you to someone better for you.

Now what? Now you can’t close your eyes and keep fooling yourself. This is the moment of truth.

You are standing guard in your small camp, while Zevran rests next to you. He offered to do the entire shift, but you refused. Now you are your own with your thoughts. You can now take off the mask and recognize the truth. That truth that no one has known existed, and even you have tried to escape it.

You add more wood to the fire, while you watch the expression of rest and tranquility on Zevran’s face and remember when you met him. You think of the ambush and his defeat, and you smiled thinking of what had happened. When he awoke and you stared for the first time into his eyes, you realize your big mistake. His soul spoke to yours, but you were the only one who did not realize it. Even that fool Alistair noticed and realized his relationship with you was in danger. You kept denying what was obvious, his voice, his eyes, his soul, his body called to your very being and you were attracted like magnets.

But you would deny it again and again at every turn. You kept feelings behind a facade of friendship even when Alistair told you to choose between him and Zevran. You were afraid of hurting a child, Alistair, which until then had been just a boy. But he was not a child when he told you to leave for the sake of the royal crown, and for once it mattered to him that you were not a woman of nobility.

Now there is no reason to lie. You realized when Alister left you that you where now liberated and free. Free from having to hide what you felt, and curiously only Zevran had stayed with you. You smile at the site of Zevran asleep. Would you have time to correct the errors, maybe yes or maybe no, there are some mistakes that can never be undone.

As you watch him sleep, he moves restlessly and appears to be having nightmares again. They seem like the worst kind of nightmares, the likes of which you have never seen. The kind of nightmares where you are faced with ruin at your worst possible moment. You approach him slowly so as not to wake Zevran. You place your hand on his cheek in hopes that your presence will do away with his bad dreams. You want to wake him with a kiss and tell the truth, but deep down you dare not to. You do not know how he will react. You’re afraid of his reply and you would prefer to go back and face the Arch-Demon a thousand times than to be rejected by Zevran.

Also there is something else; you know you do not have all the time you should. You know your life has a timeframe. As Alistair said...… take it or leave it, you have only 30 years. Then the dreams will come and it will all be over for you. No, you cannot think of sentencing Zevran to something like this. In fact he shouldn’t ever know especially if you can grant him complete freedom from the Crows.

You have to face the Crows and destroy them, hoping you will be destroyed in this way realizing your true destiny.

You see him now sitting next to him, sleeping soundly. You cannot resist the temptation and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek and then tuck him in the blanket while waiting for the shift to end.

Tomorrow is another day, in which we should think very carefully as to how to kill the Crows and for that we need to talk to Zevran like you’ve never had. Hopefully he will not figure out the true feelings that you hide.

Now, your path would not be of the strong Gray Wardens. Perhaps that life was over for you also and for the first time in a long time you feel happy.

It’s getting colder, but dawn is coming and you need to wake Zevran and speak to him to continue on your trip. You place your hand on his shoulder and begin to move him.

– Zev, wake up, its time.

He grips your hand and pulls it under his blanket while saying something incomprehensible. You are left temporarily speechless. Summoning your will, you attempt to wake him again while reluctantly pulling away your hand.

– Zev let’s go. Don’t pretend to be sleeping, we have to talk.

He gathers himself and looks at you half asleep.

– I was dreaming I was being kissed……

You turn to face the fire in order to hide that you are blushing.

– I hope your sleep was gratifying, but seriously we need to talk.

– But I am being serious….

– I suppose (you smile at the fire). I have been thinking and I decided I will not be going to the Warden’s keep. The idea does not entice me and I feel as if I have a different task to complete.

You continue to look at the fire in hopes of avoiding his eyes and have him discover the truth.

– But Zev, I think you should still go. – You keep silent for the moment.

You stomach is in knots. Damn pride! You can’t let him go, but you should. Your trip to Antiva should be a solo one, because you cannot take the chance of the Crows killing him. The trip is a one way ticket and you know that. With a lot of luck you will be able to accomplish your goal, but you know you will probably die trying. It is more than likely that this is the last time you will ever look into his eyes.

– Tzvi, are you still hurt over what has happened with Alistar, is that it, no?

You respond quickly.

– No Zev, that story died a long time ago, before we even reached Denerim even. At the end I was almost relived it was over, and we will leave it at that. – If I could just tell you, it was your eyes that were responsible for the end to that story. –No, I can only tell you there is something I have to do before I go into reclusion.

– And I have to go to this place without you?

– No, if you do not wish to you do not have to go. But you should go, it …. It is….safer for you and you have taken more than enough risks because of me. Though, if you choose to come with me I will not stop you –I would not really be able to, even though I should. If you stay you must do exactly as I tell you. For this I am sorry. You know I do not like to impose on you in such a way, but in this case it is vital that you do as I ask.

– I have always followed you willingly; I do not see why it would have to be different on this trip. Come, sit here by me. There is no reason to be standing there facing the fire. We are alone.

– No Zev, I’m fine…. I’m fine where I am. –from here I can lie to you. –If I were to sit down next to you, the truth would escape from my eyes. –If you come with me you will not be able to help me with my wounds, not if they bleed. –You should never touch my blood or let it stain you. – My blood is as dangerous as the blood of a Dark Spawn, and I carry the same infection they do. –If you were to touch my blood…… you could be infected and that….. that is something I will not allow to happen. If you come with me you will not bandage me, even if I am dying. You must promise me.

– You want me to promise I will not help you even if you are dying? What kind of friend would I be if I just let something like that happen, without doing anything? Also, why so mysterious?

– No Zevran, I will not change my mind about this. If you will not agree to do this, then… then you can’t come with me. –Why does this hurt so much? -I need as much info about the Crows as you can give me so I can destroy them and you will be truly free from them once and for all. –If you decide to stay I will meet you at the Warden’s keep when all is said and done. I will leave now….. alone towards Antiva.

– Are you CRAZY? Why would you want to do such craziness? No, I will not let you go alone.

– Yes, yes I will. I am going right now.

You turn around from the fire and he is standing next to you. He holds you with a strength you did not know he had, and his lips caress yours warming and comforting you.

– SSSSH… if this is what you want we will do this together.

His kiss makes you feel as if you are floating and for the first time you feel like a heroine.