#arainaie

[ingolds-archived]

@arainaie. — ❛ you’re such a good boy. ❜

     for a second, one that lasts far too long, theo perks up at their words. good boy, they say, and he can't help the immediate satisfaction that blooms in their chest.

     a beat passes, and their eyes narrow into slits. zevran tries and fails to hide a grin behind his hand, and though he doesn't actually laugh, theo can read playfulness loud and clear in the lines around his eyes. he briefly considers himself fortunate that he's human. they wouldn't have been able to prevent the wagging tail, wolf's ears going back, or the toothy grin spreading wide across a gray-flecked muzzle.

     “ that's not very funny. ” theo frowns, perhaps more severely than is warranted, as heat crawls up the back of their neck. they're not used to being embarrassed. “ you should know that calling me a good boy isn't going to make me do a trick. ”

the bad guys / accepting

[fatetcrn]

Rain, unrelenting torrents of it, drowns out the alarmed voices, urgent clatter of metal, screams abruptly cut off. Lightning arcs across the sky briefly revealing the crumpled bodies of several dead templar, blood seeping into the cobble stones of the darkened street. Thunder rolls as Anders picks up his stave. He is soaked right through and covered in grit and dirt and blood. HIs hair, now long and tangled, is plastered haphazardly to his face. He nudges the nearest corpse with his boot, rolling it on it's back. Starkhaven. Of course. They knew exactly what he was capable of, how to counter each spell, how to deal with his particular skill set. Sebastian hadn't wasted much time.

" — Fastest way to make more enemies, that. " he says, addressing the darkness beyond where the bodies lie, a wry grin forming, amusement seeping in. He turns to face the hooded figure briefly silhouetted by another lightning flicker as the storm rages. Now here's someone the templars had not prepared for. Well, well... " Though I can't say I'm not glad to see you, Zevran. "

@arainaie // plotted

[jainenkept-a]

@arainaie : zev is 5'1 for the height meme 😌♥️

i steeple my fingers as i stare at this in silence, for, like, ten minutes.

[necromosss]

"If you meant what you said Alistair, then swear on the divine. 'Tis not often you get to be in her presence" "I- It's- You never stopped being mean, do you?"

[kanis-things]

[ruushes]

i'm sure there's a canon timeline but dao is a springtime game to me

[antivancorvo]

the crows send their regards

[anikorsmthnidk]

birdie😩

[milton-chamberlain]

Once again we have to do what Bioware doesn't do themselves

[hel-unleashed]

Zevran, no!

[sotc]

The Invitation

Murmurs of an exiled Crow crop up in taverns around Thedas, focusing either on their unrivaled romantic prowess, or the ease with which they dispatch anyone brave enough to claim their contract.

Zevran is out there living it up sexy style, aging like the finest Antivan wine!!!! YOU DESERVE IT KING!! i miss him tho ��� at least I can have my Rook wear this outfit + Arainai's Talon in homage to him.

[housederiva]

Who's gonna tell him

[communistfries]

soooooooo true buddy

[eidothean]

My Crow Rook headcanon is that sometime during the story Rook goes home for family dinner and is like ‘… so I’m seeing someone … he’s a Dalish grey warden’ and Viago spits out a five hundred euro mouthful of wine (which Rook has poisoned just to see if he notices) and experiences one million catastrophic war flashbacks to the last time an Antivan Crow was ‘seeing’ a Dalish grey warden and gets up to find a quill to put a contract on Davrin’s life and Teia yanks him back by his coat and is like ‘ooh is that the handsome one’ and Rook is nodding enthusiastically while Viago stares into his dinner plate like it’s the abyss

[necromosss]

Zevran's rizz lesson attempt no.1 (fails)

[emangki-blog]

Stab Stab