#Zevran/Aeducan

[kiastirling-fanfic]

Happy DADWC! I'd love to hear about Leda Aeducan, with "You lost a bet when you met me dear" from the Dear Hunter lyrics prompts?

Yesssss. Here's Leda meeting Zevran! Largely introspective until the very end. @dadrunkwriting

Rating: T for Zevran's sheer existence Cws: canon-typical mentions of death/violence

Leda didn’t have much time to think during the ambush. Shoot the archers on the ridge with Leliana before they could shoot her, trust Alistair to handle the mage, trust Sten to survive the assassin long enough to rally and Wynne to keep him standing, trust Paragon to distract at a minimum, and trust Morrigan would do her best to make things awful for the enemy.

Minimal thinking, she didn’t even have to shout orders really. After the Circle tower they all knew their parts, and ambush or not it wasn’t especially complicated, not like navigating the Fade in a way no dwarf was meant to.

Arrow, aim, fire, dodge, repeat until there was only the assassin left. But he was down too, taken out by Alistair’s shield bash. And alive, unlike his allies.

Leda didn’t even really have to think about the next steps. She was no stranger to assassins after all, no one made it to adulthood in the Diamond Quarter without at least familiarity with the possibility of an assassination attempt on their life, and a princess more than most. She’d disarmed her first assassin at 14, with only Gorim to aid her as the guards at her door lay dead and those guarding her brothers were suspiciously silent, paid to ignore the attack or perhaps uninterested in any event that didn’t involve their particular charges. That time she left the interrogation to her father’s men and paid the price by never learning the source of the attack.

It was a mistake she never made again, and she wasn’t about to break that streak on the surface.

Leda made quick work of tying up the assassin, typing his hands in a terrible angle to stymie his inevitable escape attempt, and checked his mouth for any poison he might have ready to swallow in the event of a faillure. His daggers - the fighting set he’d wielded in the battle, those for throwing he kept at his waist, and the knife in his boot too small to be called a dagger but not too small to cut robe or lodge in a neck - were set at least two yards away.

Only then did she slap him awake.

It was no surprise that Loghain was the one to order her killed, nor was it a surprise that the assassin had no loyalty. Even in Orzammar that was a rarity, for a knife in the dark to do so for an ideal they themselves believed in, and given what Leda knew of surfacers she doubted it was more common here.

What was a surprise was the assassin’s demeanor. Perhaps it was not so strange that when faced with near certain death one should seek to endear themself to their captor, but it was less endearment and more downright flirtation.

Leda could have helped herself, but she smiled all the same. Practicality, survival instinct, and a decent fighter beside.

This Zevran Arainai was a breath of fresh air on the surface. An oxymoron, perhaps, since the surface was where the fresh air came from. Perhaps it was a bit of familiarity then. Heat on her cheeks that Leda had only known while leaning over the great lava lake below the city, the tang of blood. Understanding.

“I’ll keep an eye on you,” she assured him as she cut his bonds. “And you have to pull your own weight.”

“I think you will find, my dear Warden, that I can pull a great many things.” His comment was clearly intended to be lascivious, but it only made Leda throw back her head and laugh. She hauled Zevran to his feet, the elf unsurprisingly a fair bit taller than her but at least not so much as Alistair.

“I’m sure you can. I only hope you’re as good as your word. I think you’ll find you lost a bet when you met me, dear Crow.”

“Have I indeed?” His smile was as sharp as the dagger Leda had been gifted on the eve of her campaign.

Oh yes, she knew just how to handle men like him.

[bunabi]

thanks again @wildmelon for commissioning meee this was so fun

[nohr-selphias]

"I love you, Zevran. I hope you know that."

"Yes... Yes, I know that."

— commission art by @sinizade, posted with permission

[haharuspex]

shout out to, like, 5 other people in the entire dragon age community who main aeducans + kill their stupid ass brother trian

anyway my floki aeducan :) she's an ass a rogue and a bastard (literally)

[lomakes]

I’m never going to finish this so have this dumb shit post of seren and zev

[feymaid]

They are gonna go kiss

[03jelli]

she should have been orzammar’s queen!

[luke-the-bisexual-mess]

Companions breaking into Fort Drakon to rescue Alistair and the warden be like

[marshsano]

dragon age origins posting with grey wardens and zevran

[falondin-suck-my-ass]

Something something hope and all that-

Sometimes DA: Origins is about grief. Sometimes its about joy.

It's journey of people with nothing less to loose.

Where can people go?

Sten claims he would be killed.

Leliana is running from her past.

Zevran would be killed by the crows.

Wynne is already dying.

Shale doesn't know who they are.

Alistair calls it duty.

Oghren doesn't have much waiting for him.

Morrigan has only the words of her Mother.

And your Warden. The Warden. Be it Tabris, Mahariel, Surana, Cousland, Aeducan. Is their journey not one of grief as well?

[biancadavri]

wynne: half of us aren't getting any sleep the way you two carry on all night :/

dwarf warden: 😐 *flashes back to them waking up screaming in the middle of the night from yet another nightmare about the darkspawn with zevran reaching for his weapon because by now he knows that a dwarf's flight or fight instinct has never, ever landed on flight* we'll try to keep it down next time

[catebees]

Zevwarden week day 7: Family, Lost and Found

They knew this wasn't going to last long. They knew better than to plan for a long run. Yet still they planned. Two weddings, countless trips around Thedas, a little house on the antivan coast, a dog, a cat, children, perhaps? A garden with a big rosebush and a small, stone grave underneath, and maybe a plaque, if they really insist.

[nohr-selphias]

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things

That's bed chem

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means

And I'm obsessed

— In honour of the Short n’ Sweet album release today, Ri Aeducan and Zevran Arainai, art by @/sinizade, lyrics by Sabrina Carpenter 💙💙💙

[sloanesmortuary]

salon at camp🎀

my warden is a dwarf noble, jovell! and the mabari is buttercup :3

[also, my comms r open! Info is pinned<3]

[netssa19]

I just think they’re cute.

[feymaid]

I trust you.