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”As the sapling bends, so must you. In yielding, find resilience; in pliancy, find strength.”

I started reading Tevinter Nights this year and I really liked Three Trees to Midnight from Patrick Weekes! This is stuck in my head since I read it 🌿

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ZevWarden Week 2022

What is it? A week (this year, September 4th - 10th) of creating new fan content, sharing it, and celebrating the wonderful relationships between your favourite Grey Warden(s) and Zevran Arainai. How to participate: Feel free to follow the daily prompts as inspiration for whatever ZevWarden-related content your heart desires. Fics, art, meta discussions - everything goes! Remember to tag your works appropriately (ie. #nsfw or #zevistair) and most of all, have fun!

Prompts:

  • Sunday, September 4: Culture
  • Monday, September 5: Gold
  • Tuesday, September 6: Fights and Reconciliation
  • Wednesday, September 7: Alternate Universes
  • Thursday, September 8: Promises
  • Friday, September 9: Death
  • Saturday, September 10: Seasons

Like previous years, we took each prompt and gave it two different spins. Choose whichever inspires you, or take the base prompts in your own direction!

Tag your content with #zevwarden week 2022 or tag us on your post and we’ll reblog it here. *Any art found to be whitewashing Zevran will not be shared.

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His lovers

Rating: Mature Pairing: Vergil Surana x Zevran Arainai Tags: Unresolved Emotional Tension; Angst and Feels; Minor Character Death; Canon-Typical Violence; Developing Relationship; Implied/Referenced Abuse; Misunderstandings; Slight Time Skips

“I want you to do what’s best for you.”

Vergil’s watching him as Zevran opens his mouth to reply and fails. Any words are stuck in his throat and he pushes them out, out, before he regrets it. He still does, when what tumbles out is the most ungraceful thing he has ever said. 

“I… I don’t know what to say, no one has ever-” he falters, clearing his throat. It’s so hard to think, to talk in common when everything he wants to say almost spills out in his own tongue. Hearing Antivan just moments ago as Taliesen spoke to him when he- 

No. He won’t be thinking about it now, not when his blood still sticks to his blades.

Glancing away from those amber eyes that seem to pierce through him, he starts again. “I mean, normally, these things are decided by others.”

Vergil shifts closer but not close enough to touch. The mingle of scents, crisp of frost and copper, hits his nose.

“It’s your choice. I won’t stop you if you want to go.”

What if I want you to stop me?

He doesn’t say it, meeting Vergil’s gaze straight on. Stray strands of black hair escaped his tight braid, some of it plastered to his face. There’s a bruise forming on the side of his jaw and his fingers itch to trace it. Zevran curls his hands into fists.

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