#c: piras surana

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It took me forever to decide which OC I wanted to do this for but ended up deciding on my main Warden, Piras Surana. ✨

🖊 Pi is a very creative person and it shows. He designs his own clothes, he designed his tattoos (most he had Christian apply; he also had Christian help with his piercings… Yeah he dragged Christian with him a lot LOL), he loves to paint and draw and he’s very good at both. Any form of art, he’ll do. He was known for “vandalizing” the circle tower’s walls with murals he’d paint while everyone else was sleeping.

🖊 Pi was taken to the circle when he was very young, too young to remember his birth family. Once when he was a little kid, he wandered outside of the circle (which is in the middle of a lake) and got locked out for the knight. Knight-Commander Greagoir found him the next morning, sobbing because he was terrified of being left alone and terrified that they would think he was trying to escape. He effectively clung to Greagoir the rest of the day… literally. Like nails digging into Greagoir’s shoulders so he couldn’t put him down.

🖊 After the whole Blight and then becoming Arl of Amaranthine (as an elven mage), Pi’s gotten pretty used to people trying to kill him. He becomes way more uncomfortable on the quiet days. He’s grown to prefer noise, prefer fighting, than relaxing in the quiet.

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aesthetic builder ▸ piras alim surana [temp]

↳ city elf, mage [shifter | arcane warrior | battle mage | keeper] warden-commander, hero of ferelden, arl of amaranthine

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– Karen Marie Moning [Bloodfever]

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How To Live Without The War

Piras Surana x Zevran Arainai. Dragon Age [Dual AU]. 938 words. More under the cut. AO3. | ZevWarden Week 2017 by @zevranology.

Prompt: Domestic - Zevran and his warden live exciting lives, but what about when the world isn’t ending?

Mentions @bxtgrl‘s Namera Cousland & Sarabeth Tabris.

The beginning of their lives after the Blight. Takes place pre-Awakening.

I thought this was longer than it turned out to be. ಥ_ಥ

What was a Warden without a Blight? Happier? Free?

Bored.

Piras was slouched on Alistair’s throne, looking as bored as he thought Alistair must have felt whenever he had to do anything kingly. He got odd looks, naturally, but no one said anything. No one wanted to tell him to move, after all he was King Alistair’s best friend. And Alistair never minded when Piras plopped down onto the throne because he was tired and it was the closest seat. For some reason, nobles liked seeing both Heroes of Ferelden by their king’s side – Namera on the second throne, growing into her new title, and Piras standing to the side of the king, feeling more like a pet left out as eye candy than a Commander of the Grey.

Fereldens didn’t like seeing an elf on the throne – especially an elven mage. The number of times he’d heard them whisper about a knife ear, often catching the words when Alistair and Namera didn’t, having better hearing than them. Each time, he hadn’t been afraid to interrupt whoever was speaking – often Alistair or Teagan, sometimes Namera too – at the moment to call the racist bastards out, often calling them a racist bastard. His hands would spark with electricity, his magic reacting to his anger.

He was frequently reminded why Sarabeth, Sylvas, and Atlen – a city elf and two Dalish elves – found majority of humans unbearable.

“May I have an audience with the King?”

Piras looked up at the familiar voice and smiled when he saw Zevran standing a few feet away, grinning at him.

“If I’m the King,” he countered, “Then all of Ferelden must be planning a revolt.”

Zevran chuckled, coming to stand next to the throne, his side to his lover. He rested his hand on the edge of the throne’s arm. “A crown suits you.”

Piras leaned to the side, cocking an eyebrow. “They put a helmet on my head, not a crown.”

Zevran was still grinning at him. “Well true, but you would look good in a crown.”

“Only a crown?” It was his turn to grin.

Zevran leaned down and Piras sat up, leaning closer to the rogue, their lips mere inches apart. “Do you think Alistair would let you borrow his crown?”

“To wear during sex?” Piras let out a small, short laugh. “I think he’d rather face another Blight.”

Zevran laughed before covering that distance, pressing his lips to Piras’. The Warden cupped the back of Zevran’s neck with a hand and gently but eagerly pulled the rogue closer. He wanted to pull Zevran on top of him and do more than just kiss, but he was fairly certain that Alistair might banish him if he did anymore on his throne.

When Zevran pulled away, Piras sighed.

“Throne not comfy?”

Piras put on his best cheeky grin. “There are other things I’d rather sit on.”

“Things?”

He tried his best to keep the grin but it wavered and the rogue noticed. He sat back in the throne and reached up, fiddling with the earring Zevran had given him. He wasn’t normally one for absentminded fidgets or nervous habits. Zevran leaned back against the throne’s side, resting some of his weight on the arm and looking to the side at the mage.

“Troubled, Amor?” Zevran asked, though he didn’t necessarily need to. He’d learned early on the Warden’s tells. And he knew that Piras didn’t like other people seeing him upset – Zevran was the only person who was always the exception. With their mutual friends, it depended on who was around and what was upsetting him.

Piras hesitated. His eyes locked onto Zevran’s, his tone serious when he spoke. “Who am I without the Blight?”

Zevran frowned, confused. “You’re a Warden-Commander. Most importantly – you’re the man I love.”

He wasn’t going to argue that. That was in fact his new title and Zevran did in fact love him. He reached forward and took Zevran’s hand in his own. Still, he felt troubled.

“I never lived in the Circle,” he admitted, his voice becoming small, vulnerable. “At least not really. I’d thought I was living but… I don’t think a caged life is actually a life.” He stared at their hands, their fingers laced together. “Then there was the Blight. That took up practically my whole life. There was little I did that wasn’t because of that fucking Blight.” He sighed again. “And now it’s over… And I can do whatever I want – Whatever the fuck I want! For once in my life!”

Zevran brought his hand up, placing a soft kiss against his knuckles, silently encouraging him to continue.

Piras found himself hesitating again, afraid to admit what they both knew. “And I… I don’t know what I want to do.”

“Not everything has to be planned,” Zevran pointed out.

Piras rested his head back against the throne. “I know.”

They watched each other in silence for a moment, ignoring any footsteps that meant a servant or a noble was passing by – perhaps Alistair or Namera were looking for them but saw the two of them, staring at each other, and decided to let the moment last longer uninterrupted.

“I do know one thing for sure,” Piras admitted, breaking the silence finally.

Zevran couldn’t help smiling eagerly. “And what is that?”

“Wherever I go, whatever I do,” Piras sat up, smiling affectionately at the man he loved. “I want you by my side.”

Zevran leaned down, resting his forehead against Piras’. “And wherever I go, whatever I do, I want you by my side, Amor.”

Piras felt his heart skip a beat. “Deal.”

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Zevran & Piras: [arguing]

Piras: Fuck me!

Zevran: ...My Warden, I believe you meant 'fuck you.'

Piras: You heard me correctly.

Zevran:

Piras:

Zevran: [shrugs] Works for me.

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Unwinding

Piras Surana x Zevran Arainai. Dragon Age [Dual AU]. 1,172 words. More under the cut. AO3. | ZevWarden Week 2017 by @zevranology.

Prompt: Massage - The sort of skills that one only learns growing up in an Antivan whorehouse.

Mentions @bxtgrl‘s Namera Cousland.

I haven’t written these two in a while but I really like how this turned out. uwu

Piras thought Zevran made it look easy. Fighting, staying in shape. In general majority of his companions made it look easy, but for obvious reasons, his attention was often on Zevran. He didn’t know how he did it – fight hordes of darkspawn at his side and then have plenty of energy for their more personal activities. While Piras quite enjoyed Zevran’s stamina, he wasn’t happy with his own lack of it.

Although it had its perks. They had both discovered that they enjoyed cuddling. Sex and make outs weren’t the only things they could do together. Zevran found that he enjoyed when Piras fell asleep in his arms by the fire after a long day of traveling, fighting, and trying to solve all of Ferelden’s problems.

Those problems seemed to weigh Piras down as if he’d been tossed into the deep end of a murky lake with bricks tied to his ankles. He was just a young man – turned eighteen a few days after he left the Circle – who wanted to run away as far as he could and never have to fear the Chantry again. He was just a young man who never wanted to be caged again. Yet here he was, clearly feeling trapped, caged by the Blight and politics. He’d traded in one kind of fear for another, and there was no telling whether he would conquer the Blight or die trying.

Tonight, however, those burdens seemed heavier than usual to Zevran. Piras sat forward, arms resting on his legs, eyes staring absently at the fire. He didn’t seem to be listening to the conversations going on around him. His childhood best friend, Christian, glanced every now and then at him, looking worried but kept his distance as if he either didn’t know how to help – which knowing how close those two were, Zevran doubted that – or he thought he’d do more damage than help. Perhaps he thought that Piras should be left alone to feel whatever it was he was feeling or trying not to feel.

Zevran disagreed.

While the others in their party could talk to Piras and try to figure out what was wrong and how to help, he knew they couldn’t help the way he could. He knew Piras reacted more to soft kisses and gentle touches than to words. For majority of the mage’s life, words had been either meaningless or underlined with threats. That was Circle life. Words couldn’t comfort in the way that physical contact could.

Zevran approached the Warden, sitting next to Piras and slinging one arm around his waist. Piras registered his touch almost instantly, his absent gaze becoming more focused and turning to the rogue.

“Deep in thought?” Zevran asked.

Piras hesitated. “Just… tired.”

Zevran didn’t believe that was it, but he’d learned that if he pushed when Piras didn’t want to budge, the mage would put his guard up and close himself off. Instead of pushing, he slid his hand up Piras’ side, watching as the mage’s cheeks darkened.

“Perhaps a massage will help?” he offered with a sly smile.

Piras started to grin. “When you say massage do you mean an actual massage or sex?”

Zevran thought that the Warden would be happy with either, even both, but he could see the weariness etched into the brunette’s body. As much as he would have liked to have some fun, he knew what Piras needed most was rest and relaxation – and he knew while Piras loved their alone time that required little to no clothing, he also knew that that would make the Warden want to stay awake, to feel energized, alive. He thought it would be best if he could coax the Warden into his arms and lull him to sleep. At least when he slept, Zevran could watch over him and chase the Blight away. If he faced down a nightmare full of darkspawn, Zevran could gently wake him up, place soft kisses behind his ear, and lull him back to sleep.

At least when he slept, Zevran could try to protect him. He couldn’t stop the Blight. He couldn’t keep the nightmares from coming. He couldn’t tell Ferelden’s politicians and Loghain’s band of usurpers to shove it and solve their own problems. He couldn’t tell Namera to take all of the lead, take all of that weight from Piras’ shoulders – even though he thought she would if she could. But what he could do was make sure the young mage got some peace in his life. Peace stolen in moments of private intimacy. Peace stolen in moments of sleep. Peace stolen in moments embraced in his lover’s arms.

It was a temporary peace, but Zevran was happy to oblige.

“Zev?”

He hadn’t realized he’d drifted off, thinking of all he would do for the Warden who now watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern. Looking back, he thought it was odd that there was ever a point when he’d tried to kill such a vibrant, kind young man – though he was certain Piras would never admit to being kind. The Warden wanted to be tough, steel that the Chantry couldn’t crack.

“How about an actual massage?” Zevran offered, shifting so he sat behind Piras with his legs stretched out on either side of the other man. He heard a hum of approval as he started to peel the armor off the mage before slipping the mage’s shirt off. He would watch for any shivering, but close to the fire, he was certain Piras would be able to stay warm.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught them receiving a few odd glances from some companions as if the others expected them to rip the rest of their clothes off and start having their way with each other right in front of everyone. Zevran, admittedly, wasn’t sure if Piras would be into that or not, but he leaned more toward Piras preferring that remain a private activity.

He took a hair tie offered by Piras and reached up, gently tying the mage’s long, straight hair up so it would stay out of the way. When he was done, he searched the mage’s back, shoulders, and neck to find where the knots were. He frowned at how tense Piras seemed to be.

“Relax,” he whispered close to Piras’ ear. He let his hands get to work and soon the Warden was making pleased hums with occasional groans whenever his hands found a tougher wound knot.

Eventually, Piras leaned back, preventing him from rubbing anymore. He rested against Zevran, his head lulled to the side so if he wanted, he could easily look up and see the rogue. Zevran’s arms came to wrap around him, and he placed a soft kiss against his temple. He could tell Piras was still awake, but the Warden’s eyes were closed, and he sighed, content in his lover’s arms.

Not for the first time, while watching him, Zevran wondered if this was what falling in love felt like.

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Police officer for all

SEX+ROMANCE HEADCANONS!

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

Answering with some of my fav D&D and RP characters. ❤ Also I’m guessing this just means in a public place and not like in front of random ass people?

Galen Lavellan (DAI): No and he wouldn’t want to.

Derek Hawke (DA2): Honestly? Probably.

Piras Surana (DAO): [looks at Piras. looks at Zevran] Without a shadow of a doubt, yes.

Halin Andras (DAA): I don’t think so and I don’t think he’d want to.

Duncan Shepard (ME): I’m not entirely sure. If he got drunk enough, he might have.

Julian Ryder (MEA): No and he wouldn’t really want to.

Apollo Kennedy (Fallout 4): He hasn’t but he wouldn’t mind trying it.

Damien Glass (Dresden Files TTRPG): Definitely not and he probably wouldn’t want to unless like his partner insured him they’d be safe from people walking in on them. He doesn’t mind a heavy makeout session in a public place but he wouldn’t feel safe to have sex anywhere public.

Valas Telenna (D&D PC): I have no doubt that he has and he’ll do it again.

Godaey Jabil (SWTOR): I mean… wasn’t technically the first time with Theron in a shuttle or something like that? So long as there was privacy and he feels safe, he wouldn’t mind doing that again.

Kyle Hertz (SWTOR): Probably but I’m not 100% sure. Does his ship count as a public space? ‘Cause he’s not the only one on the ship? Does the Gravestone count?

Benjamin Klein (SWTOR): No and he wouldn’t want to. He wouldn’t feel safe no matter what due to past trauma.

Adara Bray (SWTOR): No but she probably wouldn’t mind trying.

Vevro (SWTOR): Considering he just smirked in my head I’m gonna say yes.

Maz’tohum (SWTOR): No. He’d prefer not to try either much to Vevro’s disappointment.

Abram Walker (SWTOR): No and he’d probably not want to but I’m not 100% sure about that part.

Dival Jabil (SWTOR): [looks at Dival. looks at Kaliyo] Most definitely.

Ebony Lyfeld (WTNC): No but they wouldn’t mind trying so long as they feels safe and, well, their partners are good at making them feel safe.

Ace Lazzari (D&D NPC): No and he wouldn’t want to. He’s too awkward, it’d make him very uncomfortable.

Aerial (D&D NPC): No but he’d be willing to try.

Nitar (D&D NPC): He prefers not to but considering the “don’t you fucking say it” deathglare he’s giving me, I’m guessing he has before.

Davan Faerynna (D&D NPC): Without a shadow of a doubt, he totes has.

Pax (D&D NPC): Maybe. I’m not entirely sure. He’d definitely be willing to try if his partner asked him to but he wouldn’t think to suggest it himself.

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Candy for all

SEX+ROMANCE HEADCANONS!

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

Answering with some of my fave D&D or RP characters. More under the cut ‘cause there’s a lot. 😂❤

Note: Majority of my characters are switches but some have preferences for sub or dom.

Galen Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition): Switch but more often leans toward sub.

Derek Hawke (Dragon Age II): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Piras Surana (Dragon Age: Origins): Switch but often leans more toward sub.

Halin Andras (Dragon Age: Awakening DLC): Sub.

Duncan Shepard (Mass Effect Trilogy): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Julian Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda): Sub.

Damien Glass (Dresden Files TTRPG): Switch, can lean more toward sub or dom depending on the partner he’s with.

Valas Telenna (D&D player character): Switch but often leans heavily toward sub.

Godaey Jabil (SWTOR): Sub.

Kyle Hertz (SWTOR): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Benjamin Klein (SWTOR): Switch, leans more toward sub.

Adara Bray (SWTOR): Switch, might lean more toward sub.

Abram Walker (SWTOR): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Dival Jabil (SWTOR): Switch, leans more toward dom.

Vevro (SWTOR): Dom.

Maz’tohum (SWTOR): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Ebony Lyfeld (WTNC): Sub.

Apollo Kennedy (Fallout 4): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Ace Lazzari (D&D NPC): He isn’t quite sure but he’d probs lean more toward sub, if not 100% sub.

Aerial (D&D NPC): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Nitar (D&D NPC): Switch, doesn’t lean any specific way.

Davan Faerynna (D&D NPC): Switch, leans more toward dom.

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Piras Surana [x]

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Piras Surana [x]

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Piras: Can I get you a ladder so you can get off my back?!

Zevran: [smirks] I thought you liked me on your back?

Piras: ...Touché.

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Piras: Why do you call humans 'shems'?

Sylvas:

Sarabeth:

Sarabeth: 'Cause they're shit.

Sylvas: Bless your sheltered heart, Pi.

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Micro story! #31 - Breeze (for whatever pairing you like)

Feel The Magic In The Air

Piras Surana x Zevran Arainai. Dragon Age Dual AU. 804 words. More under the cut. AO3. Micro Story Prompts.

Thank you so much for the prompt!

There were somethings that would never stop amazing him. Somethings he would never stop enjoying. They were little things, perhaps taken for granted by the companions he traveled with. Perhaps they didn’t think it was magical to experience something as simple as feeling the wind against your face, but it magic to Piras. He couldn’t remember a time before the Circle and its walls, its rules, its confinement. Many times he had looked out the door and had been tempted to run or to stand in the doorway to feel the cool breeze that swept over the lake.

But the ever present threat of a Templar’s sword had kept the young mage from experiencing that magic. Until he had joined the Grey Wardens.

He remembered standing outside the Circle, taking in his new surroundings, his new freedom. The moment the wind had picked up, blowing his long hair in his face, he had closed his eyes and just smiled. He had just stood there for several minutes, enjoying the wind’s touch, the sun’s warmth, the smell of the lake and wilderness.

He sat by the fire now, watching the way the wind made the flames spark and dance. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his hands. He heard rather than saw someone sit down behind him, legs coming up on either side of him, arms wrapping around his torso. He rested himself against the body, already knowing who it was. Unless one of his other companions had suddenly grown the urge to wrap their arms around him and cuddle, which he didn’t think was likely.

He felt Zevran press a soft kiss against his temple and made a content sigh. This was something else that he thought the others might take for granted. Love. Of course he didn’t plan on telling Zevran that he loved him. In Zevran’s own words, what room was there for love? Remembering those words didn’t help make him confident enough to confess his feelings. But having Zevran, loving him even if he wouldn’t admit this was love, was enough for the mage. He had never considered falling in love. As a mage in the Circle, love hadn’t been allowed. To love in the Circle was dangerous. Romantic love could get you killed. And loving anyone made the possibility of losing them to a demon, Templar’s sword, or the Rite of Tranquility even more painful.

So much had been forbidden that he could now experience. He enjoyed the big things like fighting, traveling around, and sex – he really enjoyed sex. But he loved the little things. Breathing in and smelling fresh air, to have arms wrap around him without feeling threatened, and to say what he wanted, when he wanted without fearing the consequences. His favorite thing was to feel the wind, the sun’s warmth, and even the cold touch of night – to just be outside. He thought non-mages, especially those who didn’t grow up in the Circle, took something as simple yet complex as nature for granted.

He could fall asleep in Zevran’s arms to the fire crackling and wind whispering. He shifted in place and felt Zevran adjust so they could both get more comfy. He heard the other elf murmur into his ear and hummed in approval.

It was on the tip of his tongue – to say “I love you.” But he kept it there and dared not speak the words. He didn’t want to risk losing whatever it was he had with the other elf. Whatever this was, it was new, wild, and beautiful to him. He didn’t want to lose any of that. Perhaps it was for the best that his feelings remained unspoken. No one in their party knew who, if any of them, would survive the Blight. To confess your feelings for someone, only to either lose them or have them lose you… That sounded heartbreaking to him. He didn’t want to break Zevran’s heart, and he didn’t want his own heart to break.

So he stayed quiet, snuggled back against the rogue. He kept his mouth and eyes shut. Rather than focusing on his feelings, he focused on the soft breeze that blew by, reminding himself that this, like love, was a privilege he had once been denied. And he discovered that, ignoring the idea of leaving Zevran, he was fine with the idea of dying because in death, no one could take these privileges away from him ever again. In death, the Chantry couldn’t touch him. However death did mean leaving Zevran and the friends he cared deeply about. He didn’t want to leave them, and he didn’t want them to leave him. He needed to find comfort in life rather than death.

Thus Piras decided he would make it so the Chantry couldn’t touch him in life either.

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Happy Valentine’s Day~

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