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BTV Artober 2022 - 9. Gravity
Definitely hoping Rylen is stronger than the force of gravity in this particular case 😎
Unexpected reunions at Skyhold do be like that 💖
#artober#btv artober#dragon age#knight captain rylen#lavellan#farie lavellan#rylen#non inky lavellan#dragon age inquisition#da:i#dragon age fanart#artober 2022#rylavellan
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Male Cousland/Nathaniel Howe, Cousland/Nathaniel Howe
Characters: Nathaniel Howe, Male Cousland (Dragon Age), Cousland (Dragon Age), Bearnard Cousland
Additional Tags: Morning Sex, Armor, Leather, Love Confessions, Romantic Fluff, they are soft, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Kinktober, artober
Summary:
Nathaniel comes to bed from the night watch and wakes Bearnard for the start of his day.
Kinktober Prompt 4: Morning Sex
Artober Prompt 4: Armor
#nathaniel howe#warden cousland#nathaniel x warden#dragon age#dao#daa#kinktober#BTV artober#bearn cousland#dragon age oc
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DAY FOUR-ARMOUR
I’m once again participating in BTV’s Artober event. BTV (Beyond the Veil) is a Dragon Age discord server. If you’re interested in joining, you can do it by clicking this discord link .
This can also be found on AO3. Reblogs, kudos and comments are welcome and very appreciated.
Elluin's skin itched with the fury of a thousand ants biting into her flesh as the slippery sweat slid over her reddened skin until it soaked the fabric of her trousers. She winced in discomfort, but Cassandra gave her a look that told Elluin to sit still until the squires, young humans who lavished in helping the Herald put on the heavy armour, had finished their work.
Why Cassandra insisted on forcing her mage body into armour worthy of a mighty warrior she did not understand, but she accepted being paraded in it nevertheless. The Seeker insisted that the people of Skyhold would find their courage to defeat the horde of corrupted Templars preparing to lay siege to the castle.
"Cass," she said finally, as two of the humans pulled tightly at the fastenings of the breastplate, trapping her chest into a painful stillness, her breath barely finding the room to squeeze into her lungs. "How is this supposed to help people find their courage? I look ridiculous in this."
"You do not look ridiculous at all, Inquisitor. You underestimate your ability to intimidate and impress with your body and your pose."
Elluin rolled her eyes and scoffed incredulously at Cassandra's words, for she was not a warrior who threatened others with her gauntlet fists or armoured muscles. But before the words to contradict Cassandra had the chance to escape her lips, her friend crossed her arms in front of her chest and eyed her critically before speaking, "I have seen your body transformed and steeled over the course of your training with me. From the weak mage who barely had the strength to carry her own staff, you have grown into a powerful leader who can carry the weight of the world on her back." Cassandra stepped forward to close the distance between them and placed a hand on her armoured shoulder. Elluin's legs trembled, and she could not help but wonder if it was the added weight or the confidence Cassandra washed her in. "You have grown since we first met. Wear that armour with pride, In-no-Elluin, for you have earned it.
Elluin puffed in amusement and wistfulness at the long ago times when she did not have to wait for three humans to clad her in shining, fire-like armour made of bloodstone and matched to her magical powers. "Well then, I feel much braver now. Let's hope that's enough to survive until sunrise."
"We will survive. For we will use your courage as armour, and we will stand together and defeat the fools who seek to invade Skyhold - our home."
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1. Music
“mhmm, mhmm, mhm mhm...”
“What song is it you’re humming?” Alistair asked silently while hugging Morgan from behind.
“My mother always hummed it when she brought me to bed,” Morgan whispered while laying Duncan in his crib, “It is actually a sea shanty from when she was a raider on the waking sea.”
“Wait, what? What sea shanty?”
“The soldier and the seawolf. It is literally a song that was written about my mother and father. It was quite popular as far as I know,” Morgan smirked.
“Why are you smirking like that?” Alistair frowned.
“I would have loved to see it when there was a sea shanty about us, with the plea that the hero doesn’t fall for the man that asked for her hand,” Morgan was now giggling.
“I am afraid that there are only dry and boring songs about kings and queens,” Alistair answered while picking her up and carrying her out of the room, “but I know some things that aren’t dry and boring. If you want, I can show you in our room!”
Day one has gone well, 30 days to go.
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Day Two - Primal
You can also read this fic on Ao3 here!
It was growing late as Kieran and Alistair made their way through the Hinterlands, heading south along a worn path. The fog slowly creeping nearer was a sure sign they were drawing close to the Korcari Wilds. If they went much further south, they’d find themselves wading through the swamps.
But they were heading westward, toward the foothills of the Frostbacks. The King had a meeting with the Avaar leaders, and he’d asked Kieran to come with him. “You know more about their ways than any of my other advisors,” he’d insisted, before they left Denerim. “And I’d like to keep you close. Your mother will kill me if anything happens to you.”
“We should stop for the night,” Kieran said, gently urging his horse to stop at a crossroads, near a pile of rocks and bones. He recognized it for what it was: a warning. “These hills are old. Very old. Be mindful of these boundary markers — and tell your men to do the same. They mean things slumber here that should not be disturbed.”
“Do you have any idea what sort of things these… things are, exactly?” Alistair asked, his horse giving a nervous neigh as he followed Kieran’s lead and stopped it just shy of the boundary.
“Spirits, probably. Powerful and ancient ones, no doubt. But I have a feeling they’re protecting something even older than they are.” He could still sense it, even now — hushed whispers close by, and a slow pulsing rumble deep below. “We should tread lightly on these paths, and be on our way again swiftly.”
He saw the King shudder and nod grimly, then turn to address the others who were just catching up. “Let’s look for a place to set camp. Perhaps a bit further north? And if you see any of these, don’t disturb them.”
He’s a good man, Kieran thought, unable to hold back a big smile. He listens.
As the King’s men followed his orders, Kieran took one more look down the south road. A wolf howled in the distance, calling for the rest of its pack, and Kieran felt new longing stir within himself.
If only, if only.
Kieran turned his horse and clicked his tongue softly, urging her to follow King Alistair and the others.
For further context: This fic is tied to my "Morrigan has Alistair look after Kieran some time after Trespasser because she doesn't want him to get hurt" plot idea. I call it "Kieran in King Alistair's Court."
My Kieran definitely considers himself Chasind, like his mother, even though he grew up on the sidelines of the Orlesian Court. That's part of the "longing" he feels in this fic: a longing to go see the Wilds.
You can find my other Kieran drabbles here: Warden, Spirit, Dreamer.
#btv artober#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age inquisition#kieran#kieran and alistair#;knight writes
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Day 6 : Pet/Mount
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Amala has to reveal her one true fear when talking to Blackwall.
“Ma’lady Amala?”
Amala was just about to walk into the stable when she noticed Warden Blackwall brushing one of the horses. And not any horse either.
This grandiose dapple-grey mare, with a mane to rival the most distinguished ladies of Orlais, was none other than Lady Nightingale’s personal mount. That that horse was as mischievous as her mistress was an understatement. But of course, Amala cannot say this in front of one of the closest members of the Inquisition.
So Amala decided to remain at the entrance, more on the outside than the inside, neatly putting her hands behind her back.
“One of the other servants said you were looking for me, Ser ?” she said, clearing her throat as discreetly as she could manage. She knew she did not have to be so formal with the Warden. He would come into the kitchen unannounced and spend several evenings eating and drinking with the other servants, playing cards and telling stories of old battles and legends.
“Indeed I was ma’lady.” He said as she ran his hand the length of the horse’s nuzzle. He tried to avoid her gaze.
But why ?
Now it was his turn to clear his throat.
“I uh...” Clearing his throat again
“'I was wondering if you would uh..” squaring his shoulders now
“If you would accompany me on a ride in the valley?”
Amala’s hands fell on her side.
“If you have the time, of course” His eyes turned quickly on her, looking for the slightest input on her answer. “How silly of me, please forgive me, you must be very busy and it was a selfish request”. He was already turning his attention back to the demonic mare when she stepped in.
The second her foot touched the hay littering the floor, the horse suddenly turned its attention on her.
“It is a beautiful day and I would welcome the chance to enjoy the rest of it in your company, but-” She took a deep in-breath of air before continuing in lower tone, keeping the mare in her sight.
“There is only a slight problem with your request. It’s that horses...well, they frighten me, Ser. And I can say with certainty that they are not usually very keen on me either”
“You are scared of horses ma’lady?” She knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that smile from his face. No matter how much facial hair grew there.
“Scarred in the least, and therefore slightly scared, yes. I’m afraid I would have to decline should you ask me to ride with you, Ser”. She could not help running her hand on her shoulder, tracing a scar invisible to him under her clothes.
“I am so very sorry my lady, I did not mean to upset you”
Before she had the time to say anything, she saw his expression change from worry to excited realisation in the split of a second.
“Could I offer an alternative ?”
“As long as it does not involve me to touch a horse, then by all means, offer away, Ser”
“Master Dennet!” He called behind Amala, signaling him inside.
“Could you fetch us the small carriage, please ?”
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Chapter 9: Magic
Hawke works some magic in the Deep Roads and makes a skele-ton of terrible jokes.
The Deep Roads are just as awful as Varric thought they would be, but for once in his life, he’s not happy about saying “I told you so.”
There used to be lava flows running through the walls, keeping it nice and cozy for his glorious ancestors and their impressive beards. But nobody’s been maintaining them since they all ran scared back to Orzammar. The sections that do work are unbearably stuffy, but most of them don’t work at all. That leaves the caves cold and dark, the icy chill of them seeps past Varric’s leather and settles somewhere in his bones alongside his growing sense of dread.
Nobody living belongs here.
“Here’s good enough to make camp,” Bartrand declares when they come across a large, circular room with only a few musty piles of bones in the corners. The rest of the expedition fans out, building fires, and setting up watches.
Hawke peels off and heads for the darkest shadows of the room. Carver sighs and continues to set up camp, mumbling something under his breath about her common sense.
Anders looks up, eyes fixing on the straight line of Hawke’s back barely visible in the darkness. “What are you up to?”
“These bones still have armor on them.” Hawke’s tone is perfectly reasonable. “There may be something good.”
“And they may jump up and attack you. The Deep Roads is full of- for the love of Andraste, Hawke, is that a femur?”
Hawke turns, brandishing a long piece of bone, and shrugs. “I don’t know. You’re the doctor.”
“What do you intend to do with that, Hawke?” Varric asks between his chattering teeth.
“Walking stick,” she says quickly. “He’s not using it to get around anymore.”
Carver doesn’t turn his laughter into a cough fast enough. Anders crosses his arms over his chest and smirks. “You’re a bonehead, Hawke.”
“I’m a treasure.” She plucks another bone from the pile before she returns, winking at Varric. “Wanna see a magic trick?”
“Depends.” Varric eyes the bones she carries warily. “If you’re planning on bringing him back to life just to listen to your terrible jokes, I’m gonna have to object on the sorry bastard’s behalf.”
She rolls her eyes and sets the bones down in an x on the ground, stepping back and twitching her nose slightly. Varric feels that strange prickle again, the world churning around him, a pop of sound that makes his eardrums ache.
He’ll never get used to this magic thing.
But before he can summon the words to complain, the bones light up like logs. Flames race down their yellowed length, crackling as merrily as any fireplace.
“Very macabre,” Anders says dryly. “Suits the whole situation.”
“How long is that gonna last?” Varric asks, impressed in spite of himself.
Hawke merely shrugs before walking away, her words ringing over her shoulder. “It’s a fire as long as I say it’s a fire.”
“Show off,” Carver mutters.
Varric agrees. But he’s still impressed.
#manka writes#crossbows have their drawbacks#varric tethras#female hawke#female hawke/varric tethras#dragon age 2#dragon age#btv artober
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BTV Artober 2021 - Prompt 1 - Music
I feel like I've bitten off a little more than I can chew :)))
But uh, here's the first prompt for the BTV Artober event! Hopefully it won't be the last.
Title: Dance the dance, Chant the chant
Word count: 888
Rating: Gen
Pairing: Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan
Summary: Skyhold celebrates after Orlais. The Inquisitor remembers he used to have hobbies.
It was no wonder that the people of Skyhold wanted to celebrate. Josephine had been buzzing with plans for festivities to reinforce their victory ever since they stepped foot out of the Winter Palace. The castle had all sorts - poem readings, a staged play in the courtyard, exotic foods brought from all over Thedas, and a special performance of the Sing-Quisition - all to entertain their weary souls. And at the end, they would all eat more than they should and raise a toast to the Inquisition, to Andraste, and of course, to her Herald. Well, as soon as they found him, anyway.
#btv artober#dragon age fanfic#dragon age inquisition#inquisitor trevelyan#dorian x inquisitor#light angst#exploration of inquisitor feelz#my favourite :))))
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BTV Artober Day 7, ‘Spirit’
I have for you my entry for Day 7 of the Beyond the Veil Server’s Artober 2020 event. Prompt of the day: ‘Spirit,’ 500 words maximum. A pining Solas goes to his friend, Wisdom, for some relationship advice.
“You seem different, my friend.”
Solas leaned against the tree he’d conjured in his dream. He enjoyed visiting his friend, the spirit Wisdom—their conversations always fascinated him—but tonight she kept veering into personal subjects. It grated on his patience.
“I am not a spirit like you,” he replied. “Mortals are changeable.”
“It suits you.” She floated placidly beside him. “She challenges your beliefs and draws you into the present.”
Solas could feel his cheeks flush with heat. “Aranehn’s a liability, a risk I cannot afford—”
“Solas!” Wisdom cut him off. “You do not bear the world’s weight on your shoulders; you no longer walk alone. Tell her the truth. She can handle it.”
He scoffed. “She would leave me the moment I told her the truth—”
“Aranehn is open-minded and merciful. Tell her, and she may surprise you with her acceptance. Hiding your purpose from her would only drive her away.” A silence settled between them. “‘Andaran atish’an, Solas,’” Wisdom said in a squeaky tone. “‘I want to ask you about the Fade.’” He rolled his eyes.
“She doesn’t sound like that.”
“‘I jump from the library balcony and upset the paint pots on your scaffold because the stairs take too long—'”
“She rarely—”
“‘I flirt with the Tevinter to make you jealous. Works every time—'”
“Wisdom!” If his face grew any hotter, it could cook an egg, he was certain.
“…Do you not wish to practice your conversation with her? It usually calms you.”
“Yes! No! I—fenedhis.” He got to his feet and paced in frustration. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You do, you simply fear doing it.” Wisdom sighed. “Madness is repeating the same action and expecting different outcomes; you cannot push her away and expect her to remain close. She shall move on.”
“Perhaps it is for the best—”
“For the first time in many ages, I see you’re happy, lethallin. She brings you joy, and joy is the greatest blessing mortals can give each other. Do not squander such an opportunity on principle. Tell her.”
Solas turned away with a sigh. “All that I’ve worked for would be in peril.”
“Yet would all that work mean anything, if she was not there with you to share it?”
Solas stopped mid-step, staring at Wisdom as the realization dawned on him. All of the years of planning, of lying and plotting and skulking in the shadows, would mean nothing without Aranehn. “Alright. I shall tell her the truth—”
“And tell her what’s in your heart. Pining distracts from your purpose. Speak and be done with it; you’ll be much happier.”
Solas nodded. “Thank you. You are very wise,” he murmured.
Wisdom smiled her gentle smile. “I am Wisdom, after all; I know everything… even how to make a Dread Wolf smile,” she replied.
He covered his laugh with a feeble cough, and was happy he could call such a kindly spirit as Wisdom his friend.
#btv-artober#artober#artober 2020#solavellan#solas x lavellan#wisdom#relationship advice#btv artober#fluff#fluff and humor#my fanfiction
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Sooo I haven’t always been super confident about posting my art but recently I did the Beyond the Veil discord’s artober challenge and I completed all the prompts during the month! This seriously improved my art skills and gave me some pieces I’m really proud of! Most of all, it felt really good to finish a project that I started. I haven’t been doing so well mentally so finishing anything or even doing something in the first place is quite hard these day but knowing that I finished artober means so much to me! I posted my art each day in October on the server and here are a few of the ones I’m most proud of!
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age origins#dragon age 2#beyond the veil#btv artober#my art
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Day 2: Dreamer
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Only in Dreams
It is home, but not home.
Hawke knows this as all mages do, awareness pressing close and firm like the heaviness of water though his body feels pliant, weightless, and buoyant as it’d be floating upon the waves. The colors are always just a bit off, the gleam of sun and candlelight a touch too brilliant, sound distorted and muffled by a quiet, constant susurrus, the air devoid of scent. Here he navigates across the timeless and eternal depths of his memories, replicas of the waking world, with practiced ease. Seeks comfort in nostalgia and familiarity.
Carver sits at the kitchen table as he usually does in this particular dream - one of Garrett’s favorites. Though Carver has not been “little” a day in his life, he grins, because he was taller than his little brother then, broad like the father they both took after, and could still carry the boy on his shoulders on their trips to Lothering’s market. And Bethany, sweet Bethany, beside him, so fragile yet strong in her way, all beautiful mirth, and captivating smiles.
How I miss her.
The curve at the corners of his lips droops, the light in the house dimming with a brief flicker before he can tame the emotion, reel it back. Because they aren’t here, not really. Mere spirits, friendly ones kind enough to indulge the fantasies he only allows himself in the Fade. Out there… out there they pain him too greatly. He pushes them aside with drink, with women and men. Hedonism is an easy escape, blissful yet temporary just as life is, thus he never hesitates to dive headlong into carnality there.
In this precious place, however, it’s the softer things that soothe him. Sometimes it’s the days before the Blight, others it’s the Hanged Man and games of Wicked Grace and Varric spinning tales, and still others it’s that night with Fenris which feels both too close and so far gone. Beneath the sarcasm and arrogance he carries like a shield lies a tender heart, one that’s been broken more times than he can count, and only in dreams does he expose that buried, forgotten part of himself.
It’s for the best.
Too much rides on his strength, on his morale. He has borne many titles in his life, a life that feels exhaustingly long and simultaneously short enough for him to acknowledge the vastness of experience and accomplishment ahead. Thief and scoundrel, notorious philanderer, noble, fearsome and powerful mage, savior and defender of innocents, lover, friend, heir, and first and foremost, brother.
He is Garrett Liam Hawke, firstborn son of Malcolm Hawke and Leandra Amell, Champion of Kirkwall.
Tonight, he sleeps, basking in the luxury of calm and joy the childhood he never truly had brings. Watches his siblings bicker, banter, tease and laugh with no worries, no burdens upon their shoulders but the daily chores of maintaining their tiny, peaceful corner of Ferelden farmland.
Tomorrow, he wakes to a mansion near empty as his heart.
#Artober#BTV Artober#Day 2: Dreamer#kmau writes#dragon age fanfiction#Garrett Hawke#Hawke x Fenris#Carver Hawke#Bethany Hawke#dragon age fanfic#my writing#dragon age 2#da2#Artober2020
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BTV Artober 2022 - 2. Storm/Shelter
Sketch number 2! Fluff with a tiny bit of angst and spice.
Told ya they often read field raports together ^^
#artober#btv artober#dragon age#knight captain rylen#lavellan#farie lavellan#dragon age inquisition#da:i#dragon age fanart#artober 2022#rylavellan#non inky lavellan
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anthony Pentaghast/Female Surana, Anthony Pentaghast/Female Warden, Anthony Pentaghast/Velaneth Surana
Characters: Anthony Pentaghast, Female Warden (Dragon Age), Female Surana (Dragon Age), Velaneth Surana
Additional Tags: The Calling (Dragon Age), Blindfolds, Gentle Sex, Tenderness, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Sensory Deprivation, Mabari, Potato Cameo, had to bring in Potato
Summary:
Tony blindfolds Vela for a quiet afternoon indulgence.
Kinktober Prompt 6: Blindfold
Artober Prompt 6: Calling
#anthony pentaghast#female surana#female warden#dao#dragon age#kintober 2022#kinktober#btv artober#lemon#I am catching up!!#I'm doing my best lol
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DAY ONE- Tavern
I’m once again participating in BTV’s Artober event. BTV (Beyond the Veil) is a Dragon Age discord server. If you’re interested in joining, you can do it by clicking this discord link .
This can also be found on AO3. Reblogs, kudos and comments are welcome and very appreciated.
The increasing bustle in the Herald's Rest acted as a balm to Elluin's weary being. With her bottom too sore to sit on a chair after weeks of riding on horseback, she leaned against the farthest wall of the tavern, watching and listening to the people who spent their afternoons in this warm place.
Elluin knew most of them by name and could recite the names of their children, wives or lovers by heart. She even knew the names of their horses or the pet names they used for their weapons. After months of gathering in the same place to escape the biting cold of the mountains, a special kind of camaraderie developed between sips of stale beer and dirty jokes.
The smell of sweat, dirty boots and melting snow rose to her nostrils, but instead of grimacing in disgust, Elluin grinned, for it was the smell of life, of people who were still alive and not in danger. Proof that she was able to protect a part of those she cared about, even if a mad god decided to trample on them as if they were just chroackoaches to be crushed mercilessly.
A wave of laughter rose in the tavern, sure of a joke she had not heard. Her heart leapt in her chest, almost as if it was begging her to join them, to bask in the joy and share a mug with them. Instead, Elluin waited, watching each of them, trying to refresh her memory of their features, their smiles and grins. She memorised the sounds of their laughter and boisterous voices, fuelled by the alcohol and the warmth of the fire that burned in the hearth.
Among the soldiers and blacksmiths, the horsemen and scouts, Elluin found the strength to fight for another day. To resist the Mark that burned deep into her flesh and the pull of despair that tugged at her mind.
"Herald, don't just sit there," grinned one of the men rolling dice on the table. "We need one more to start the game. Wanna join us?"
Elluin's nearly empty pockets warned her not to play with one of the biggest cheats in the tavern, but she grinned back and ignored the tug of logic. After all, the world was ending, who cared about a few lost gold coins anymore?
"You bet I do, but if I catch you cheating, I'll burn your fingers."
The crowd gathered around them and laughter vibrated in the air again. Elluin knew she had already lost her coin, but who cared if she got to hear the joy of those around her?
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Day 31 | Inquisitor/ Herald
Drifa Päivä
Inquisitor: “War, death, betrayal - all lots of fun and made for excellent stories. But this story doesn’t end here! I’ll find you, and it will hurt! Brother!”
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Day Eight - Golden
You can also read this fic on Ao3 here!
Zevran felt surprisingly nervous as he climbed the scaffolding of the warehouse by the docks. Dirk’s cousins had been right — he was sitting there, on the rooftop, his face turned away from Zevran, towards the sea. The evening winds were playing with his dark crimson locks, which had grown much longer since they’d first met.
“Mind if I join you?” Zevran asked, sinking into a crouch near him. “I heard the views up here were wonderful, and… I’m certainly not disappointed.”
Dirk spared him a glance, his eyes glittering like fire as they caught the sunset’s light. “Why? You’ve been avoiding me for days. I thought...”
“I’ve been acting like a child,” Zevran agreed, sighing as he threw his legs out so he could sit beside Dirk. They were almost touching, now. Close enough to feel each other’s warmth. “I wanted to apologize for that and… thank you. Properly. For everything you’ve done for me."
“You don’t have to…” Dirk sighed, but if he had more to say it got lost when Zevran’s fingers brushed against his cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
“I want to,” Zevran said. Then he leaned in to kiss him, and Dirk met him halfway. Soft lips, sharp teeth, deft tongue. Zevran broke away before it got too heated, though, swiping his thumb across Dirk’s cheek.
“Now seems as good a time as any to give you this,” he said, taking out the small golden earring he’d offered Dirk once before. “As a token of my affection.”
Dirk beamed, picking it up so he could inspect it more closely. “My ears aren’t pierced,” he said. “You’ll have to help me with that, later. I want to wear it.”
“Of course, mi amor,” Zevran sighed, finally leaning in to rest his head against the Warden’s shoulder.
Yes, he could get used to this.
#btv artober#dragon age#dragon age origins#zevran x tabris#zevran x m!tabris#;Dirk Tabris#;Dirk/Zevran#;knight writes
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