#freyazevran

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(havesomedragonage) Hi! For DWC, I would loove the platonic touch one: carrying while half asleep. I'm feeling your Warden Freya, but it could be whoever you choose!!

Sorry this is so long in the making! I’m just getting back from a rather busy and hectic few weeks! Thanks so much for the prompt. For @dadrunkwriting

Freya woke up in stages, hearing snippets of conversations.

“I could have carried her,” Zevran said.

“I am larger and more than capable.” Sten’s voice rumbled through her.

She remembers white lights floating above her and then nothing.

“This arguing will not help her rest,” Wynne said from somewhere to Freya’s left.

“But she will be okay, yes?” Zevran asked.

“Yes,” Wynne said. “She’s simply exhausted.”

“She’s strong,” Sten said. “She’ll be fine.”

“She just needs to take better care of herself,” Wynne said. “She puts so much pressure on herself.”

“I’m one of the last and only people taking this darkspawn threat seriously,” Freya said, forcing her eyes open. “I don’t have time to rest.”

“Then you must make time,” Wynne said. “It’s not healthy for you to run yourself into the ground.”

“Mi amor,” Zevran said, his face appearing in front of her. “Are you all right?”

“Tired,” Freya said.

“Rest, kadan,” Sten said. “Talk more later.”

Freya barely had the energy to stay away until the end of Sten’s sentence before she fell back asleep.

Unknown to her, Zevran hovered next to her the entire journey back to camp, annoying Sten the entire time. Wynne just watched on with a smile, keeping a careful watch over Freya’s sleeping form.

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for dwc: modern!au where your warden and one of the inquisitors bond over being badasses in a coffeeshop while their dragged along significant others trade experiences about being Terrified by their lover's actions

Thanks so much for the prompt! This one was more difficult because I couldn’t decide which Inquisitor to use. But then I felt Freya and Cassian would not get along well, at least not initially. But Dorian and Zevran would actually hit off. So thus this was born. Turned out a little different but the general theme’s still the same. (I hope that’s all right!)

For @dadrunkwriting

It was meant to be--actually Zevran had no idea what it was meant to be. His Warden didn’t seem particularly interested in becoming friends with the guy they called Inquisitor, nor did she feel a need to prove herself. 

But apparently when all the world (and social media) are after their two favorite heroes to meet, you meet. Zevran didn’t really understand it, but he’s still new to actually having an online presence. 

This meeting was at a coffee shop, some pretentious place that the Inquisitor--Cassian had suggested and a place where he fit right in. He was just as cocky as they had expected, but it wasn’t without it’s charm as well. The biggest surprise was the fact that his lover was, not only a man, but a Tevinter mage. Zevran had to give him credit for not caring what the rest of the world thought of him. 

He turned his gaze to Freya who was now sharing stories with Cassian on all their heroic deeds. It was less of a polite exchange and more of a competition that Zevran was having trouble understanding the rules for. 

“They do seem to be cut of a similar cloth, don’t you agree?” the Inquisitor’s lover said. Dorian. Zevran had to remember his name. 

“How do you mean?” Zevran asked. 

“Both of them, running headlong into danger, never once thinking of the fact that they’re nor invincible,” Dorian asked. 

“Hmm,” Zevran said. “I suppose you’re right.”

“How long have you been with the Warden?” Dorian asked after Cassian started telling about the time he walked in the fade. 

“Over ten years now,” Zevran said, feeling wistful and nostalgic. “Not killing her was the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” 

“I’d assume she’d agree,” Dorian said with a chuckle. 

Zevran didn’t reply because it didn’t need one. 

“Does it ever get any easier?” Dorian asked, little creases appearing around his mouth. 

“No,” Zevran said truthfully. “Watching her through herself headfirst into danger is always difficult. I always worry that one time she won’t get up again. Or that she’ll steal off in the middle of the night to head into the Deep Roads.”

“I forgot about that,” Dorian said. 

“Most people do,” Zevran said. “All I can do is be there for her and fight alongside her. It’s the only way I can stay sane knowing that she’s purposely putting herself in danger. It’s all I can suggest to you.” 

“Yeah,” Dorian said. “It’s always hardest when he goes off on his own or with another group.”

“It’s the not knowing what’s happening,” Zevran agreed. “One time, back during the blight, she left with a few others and didn’t return for over two months. She’s gotten stranded in Orzammar fighting a championship tournament and crowning a king.” 

“How did you manage that long?” Dorian asked. 

“Not well,” Zevran said. “I took a few side jobs and had to keep having Morrigan stop me from running off to find her. Eventually she was able to send a messenger out to our camp and let us know what had happened.” 

“I’ve been crafting a type of communication crystal,” Dorian said quietly. “For when we have to be parted.” 

“Have you? I don’t imagine he’d keep you behind often. A powerful, handsome mage like you?” Zevran asked. 

Dorian laughed. “Not often. Occasionally having a Tevinter mage in your midst causes more problems for him.” 

“But he loves the Tevinter mage,” Zevran said. 

“Doesn’t mean everyone else does,” Dorian said with a sad smile. 

“I think that crystal idea sounds very smart,” Zevran said, trying to cheer the man back up. “And that would work wonders for when you’re separated.” 

“I hope so,” Dorian said. “You think we should stop them?” 

Zevran glanced back to where Cassian and Freya were comparing scars now. “I think we should let them be a while yet, yes? They seem happy.” 

“As happy as two people trying to best the other with their tales of heroism and bravado could be, I suppose,” Dorian said. 

“As people who love them, we should let them enjoy their fun,” Zevran said. 

Dorian reached into his bag to pull out a small jar of something. “Perhaps we could have a little fun of our own as they finish their contest.” 

Zevran laughed as he watched Dorian pour half the contents into his cup before pouring the rest into Zevran’s. “Wine?” 

“Tevinter wine,” Dorian said. 

Zevran held his cup up to toast. “To the brave souls that we’ve chosen to love.” 

“Despite the constant state of terror they put us in,” Dorian finished. 

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OC Codex Entries: Warden Freya

4. A letter from OC to their love interest. (from Codex Entries) 

A letter never found because Zevran keeps it on him at all times. And all her other letters. 

Zev, 

How do you have the time to write me as often as you do? You have only been gone a few weeks and yet I have received a letter from you every day. I wish you would spend more time dealing with those men so you could more quickly return to my side. It is lonely without you. I suppose I have grown used to your presence after all. Although the quiet is a welcome change. 

I have not made much progress, I’m afraid. I’ve tried to find people who might know more than stories and rumors. There is a prominent one, the Grey Warden who left the order and is now believed to be cured. There’s no absolutes and it’s difficult to find anyone who actually knew her. But it is more than I had a few months ago. 

Morrigan wrote to me a few days ago to ask after us both. She seems to be doing well, wherever that is. She still has refused to tell me. She also has not told me how she is always able to find me. Perhaps she uses the same enchanted birds that you use. 

I hope your business if finished quickly and you can return to me. 

Love, Freya