#laevis tabris

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okay . thanks

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warden laevis tabris, “the red wolf of denerim”

(he/him, hunter rogue)

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hi this is my really normal worldstate. does anyone have any questions

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so is justice supposed to be on fire for this entire cutscene or is this just a thing that happened to me.

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oc tag game! tagged by @cacturne @mournmage and @vanilladella in the span of like 10 minutes lmao <3. here are all four of my main worldstate guys

(god he looks awful ingame i promise he's hotter than this)

Name: Laevis Tabris

Alias: “The Red Wolf of Denerim” (Shianni started this after the Blight and it stuck), Hero of Ferelden, Warden-Commander Tabris

Gender: Wolfboy (he/him)

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Age: 21 at the start of Origins

Spoken Language: Trade, just a little bit of Elven

Occupation: Petty thief (former), Fereldan Warden-Commander (allegedly), Zevran's husband (mostly), Friend of Red Jenny (when the mood strikes)

FAVORITE:

Color: Cobalt blue

Entertainment: Having sex, humiliating nobles

Pastime: Target practice, hunting, spending time with his dog/wolf/bear

Food: Venison stew

Drink: Water. Hydration is important for staying on top of his game

HAVE THEY:

Passed university: Never even went near one until Broken Circle

Had sex: At least once a day at this point

Had sex in public: Frequently, he gets off on it

Gotten tattoos: No

Gotten piercings: He has three earrings in his left ear

Gotten scarred: So very much. The biggest one is where he lost his right eye to a werewolf, but he has battle scars all over his body

Had a broken heart: A little, with Alistair, but that's his own fault so he doesn't really count it

ARE THEY:

A cuddler: Not as much as Zevran is, but he won't object

Scared easily: No. The only thing he's really scared of is the Calling

Jealous easily: No. He and Zevran have a physically open relationship and often sleep with other people or share, but he doesn't have any doubt in his mind that they've committed their hearts to each other

Trustworthy: Yes, especially after the Blight. He didn't always follow through before, but after what happened with Alistair, he's less flaky

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: Cyrion, Soris, and Shianni. He considers Wynne not quite a mother, but maybe an aunt of some kind

Children: Unlikely

Pets: His mabari (Shianni), wolf (Soris), and bear (Cyrion). He always cared for the stray dogs and cats in the alienage and gave them names, but he doesn't consider them his pets. Also Arum and Anders's many cats since they share a house

Name: Arum Hawke

Alias: Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall

Gender: Genderfluid boygirl girlboy (he/she)

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Age: 23 at the start of DA2

Spoken Language: Trade

Occupation: Spirit healer, rebel mage, therapist, abomination

FAVORITE:

Color: Rose pink

Entertainment: Playing cards, hosting dinners

Pastime: Cooking, baking, giving hugs, telling Anders how much he loves him, neglecting his own needs to care for other people

Food: Lemon cake with strawberries and cream, fresh bread with goat cheese, roasted zucchini and peppers

Drink: Hot chocolate mixed with cinnamon whiskey

HAVE THEY:

Passed university: No (apostate)

Had sex: A lot

Had sex in public: No

Gotten tattoos: He got his very prominent face tattoos to make himself look less like his father and it didn't even work

Gotten piercings: Not for a long time, but Zevran pierces his ears when he starts exploring his gender

Gotten scarred: He has some little scars here and there from jumping in front of his allies in fights, but he's a skilled enough healer that most of his wounds haven't scarred

Had a broken heart: Not romantically, but Leandra's death shattered his heart

ARE THEY:

A cuddler: Extremely, he'll give you the best hug you've ever had and not let go

Scared easily: More than he'd admit. He's terrified of not being enough for the people he loves

Jealous easily: Not jealous, but very protective

Trustworthy: The most trustworthy person you'll ever meet

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: He's a Hawke

Children: Not of his own, but he helps teach and take care of formerly Tranquil children

Pets: The family mabari, Buttercup. He used to have a cat named Lily in Lothering, but Leandra made him get rid of her. Once he and Anders settle down, they take in a stupid number of stray cats (and keep very careful tabs on all of them, and they all have ridiculous names)

Name: Mullein Lavellan

Alias: Inquisitor (unwanted), Herald of Andraste (wanted even less), Ambassador Lavellan

Gender: Effeminate twink (he/him)

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Age: 24 at the start of Inquisition

Spoken Language: Fluent in Trade, Elven, Orlesian, Nevarran, and Antivan; studying Ancient Elven, Tevene, Ancient Tevene, Dwarven, Ander, Rivaini, and Avvar. He's a bit of a language nerd

Occupation: First to Keeper Deshanna Lavellan (formerly), Inquisitor (begrudgingly), Friend of Red Jenny, Imperial Ambassador to the South (post-Veilguard), honorary Shadow Dragon because Mae adores him

FAVORITE:

Color: Pine green

Entertainment: Reading, studying necromancy and history and languages, pranking people with Sera, chess

Pastime: Mostly reading as well, clinging to Dorian like a barnacle

Food: Miso soup

Drink: Green tea or white wine, depending on the day

HAVE THEY:

Passed university: Not in a Circle, but he got an A+ in Dalish mage

Had sex: Plenty, even before Dorian. Much more than one would guess

Had sex in public: He's given more blowjobs in the Hinterlands than would probably be wise

Gotten tattoos: On top of his vallaslin, he gets a lot of tattoos between Trespasser and Veilguard, including but not limited to a vine of ivy up his left arm, a mullein plant on his right shoulder, a willow tree and ornamental leaves on his chest, a skull on his right thigh, a snake on his left thigh going from his knee to his dick (Dorian had feelings about this one when he first saw it), and an assortment of decorative patterns and flowers

Gotten piercings: He has a few ear piercings and nipple piercings, has debated getting more but he hasn't done it

Gotten scarred: Well, he lost his arm to the Anchor, if that counts. He also gets a scar across his nose doing Jenny work at some point

Had a broken heart: Dorian leaving for Tevinter and telling everyone else before him came damn close

ARE THEY:

A cuddler: Yes, but only with Dorian and Sera

Scared easily: Yes, he's been scared his entire life

Jealous easily: Yes, and he desperately wishes he wasn't

Trustworthy: Yes, unless you're Solas

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: He was the 5th of 9 siblings (8 sisters), they're all dead now though

Children: None

Pets: None

Name: Vervain Mercar

Alias: V (everyone calls him this except Emmrich and Varric), Rook (Varric tried so hard to make it stick but it didn't)

Gender: Faggot (he/him)

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Age: Roughly 34 at the start of Veilguard based on his best estimation, but he doesn't know for sure. He could be anywhere between 33 and 36

Spoken Language: Trade, Tevene, Ancient Tevene. Not a single word of Elven

Occupation: Thief, murderer, various other kinds of criminal, accidental babysitter, renegade mage, Shadow Dragon

FAVORITE:

Color: Blood red

Entertainment: Sex, drugs, alcohol, whatever the Minrathous equivalent of warehouse raves would be

Pastime: Sex, drugs, and alcohol as well. Also reading Tevene poetry, wanton destruction of property, and annoying Tarquin

Food: Anything spicy, the more painful the better

Drink: Whatever hits the best middle ground between strongest and cheapest

HAVE THEY:

Passed university: No, he taught himself magic

Had sex: So, so much

Had sex in public: Probably more than in private

Gotten tattoos: He has a decorative tattoo under his left eye that he got just for aesthetic reasons and a tattoo of a serpent and dragon on his left arm because he's Tevinter and it looks sick as fuck

Gotten piercings: So many. Four on his left ear (one got torn out, so only three now), five on his right ear, right eyebrow, nose, angel bites, two lip piercings, nipples, belly button, dick. He's definitely not stopping there

Gotten scarred: He has a massive lightning scar up the right side of his body and face from a fight against two Venatori magisters that went south, a nick in his left ear from where his old piercing ripped it, and miscellaneous scars all over from the fights he can't stop getting into

Had a broken heart: He told a man he loved him at 19 and then never again until Emmrich, so

ARE THEY:

A cuddler: Yes, he shows his affection physically more than anything else

Scared easily: No. It takes a lot to scare him, and it's only happened once in recent memory, when Neve was taken by Elgar'nan

Jealous easily: Extremely, even though Emmrich promises him that there's nothing to worry about

Trustworthy: He claims that he's not, but he's steadfastly loyal if he cares about you

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: His parents abandoned him as a child and he doesn't remember them. No biological siblings, but for all intents and purposes Neve is his sister

Children: He definitely should never have any of his own, but he has Manfred, and he always looks out for the younger street kids in Dock Town

Pets: The most fucked-up black cat you've ever seen that he found in a Dock Town alley. Her name is Baklava, she doesn't like him, and he would kill for her

idk who to tag i'm scared . @tytoalbatross and anyone else who wants to do this and hasn't yet

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waitt this is funny. inspired by @thewardenisonthecase doing this. which of my dragon age protagonists would cause the most discourse

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32. a kiss while someone watches - laevis tabris/zevran arainai

Laevis sat on a log by the fire, sharpening his arrows, pointedly avoiding the looks Wynne shot at him as she chopped sausage for their breakfast. He prided himself on his skill at weaseling his way out of cooking duty, and though he respected her, he also respected his companions’ stomachs too much to subject them to whatever would happen were he left in charge of feeding them. His attempts to explain how awful he was at cooking were always met with eye rolls and muttering about excuses and laziness, and while he wasn’t necessarily not being lazy and making excuses, he also knew his limitations in the culinary realm and knew that those limitations were “slicing bread and eating it.”

Relief washed over him when he saw Zevran finally emerge from their tent. (It was technically Laevis’s, but Zevran hadn’t bothered pitching his own since the second week he’d traveled with them, as the two wound up spending nearly every night together anyway.) He set his arrows aside—they hadn’t truthfully needed to be sharpened at all, but, well. Excuses.

“Morning, birdie. C’mere,” he called, gesturing for Zevran to join him on the log that wasn’t quite big enough for two.

Zevran’s eyes lit up immediately, and Laevis tried to ignore the knot that formed in his chest when the assassin’s leisurely stride quickened as he made his way over. “Good morning. Shall I sing my birdsong for you, my little wolf?”

Laevis scooted over so he was halfway off the log to make space for Zevran next to him. “That depends. Is it a good song?”

“Not really, no,” Zevran said, sitting on Laevis’s lap anyway and nearly sending them both tumbling into the dirt. “But I have been working very hard on it, and I would be quite a sad birdie if you did not want to hear me sing.”

“Sing away, then,” Laevis laughed. He wrapped his arms around Zevran and lightly kissed the back of his neck before adjusting his sitting position slightly. If moving himself back onto the log also involved pulling Zevran closer to him, he wouldn’t claim it was on purpose, but he certainly wouldn’t complain.

He couldn’t see the mischievous look forming on Zevran’s face, the smirk that accompanied his bright chuckle, but he knew it was there all the same.

“We are in a swamp, and Wynne is making breakfast,” Zevran sang with no particular tune or rhythm, impressively off-key from a melody that didn’t exist. Laevis snorted, burying his face in the back of Zevran’s shirt to hide his giggles.

“The sun is rising behind the swampy trees,” Zevran continued, waving his hand in a dramatic flourish. “The morning birds are chirping, and I, the most handsome of them all—”

Laevis swatted at him weakly. He felt tears forming in his eyes from laughing. “Stop it! Maker, you’re unbelievable.”

Zevran turned in his lap, wearing a pout that could make even the cruelest of kings fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. “Unbelievable? My, the little wolf acts so sweet, but his bite still makes me bleed!”

“Damn. Unfortunate. Get Wynne to patch it up or something,” Laevis said with a roll of his eyes, but he couldn’t help his fond smile.

“No, no, there is an old Antivan folktale, you see. If a little wolf wounds a birdie, the only one who can heal it is the little wolf himself. Otherwise, it will bleed and fester for eternity, until the birdie’s heart cannot take it anymore and breaks so violently that it kills him.”

“Mhm. And how is the wolf supposed to heal it? He’s much better at killing things.”

Zevran turned around fully now, his legs on either side of Laevis’s, their faces just inches apart. “Well, you’re very smart. What do you think?”

It was clear what he wanted, from his half-lidded eyes and reddened cheeks, from the way he rested his left hand on Laevis’s shoulder and toyed with his braid with his right. Laevis, however, had no intention of giving in easily, and it certainly had nothing to do with the dizzy feeling he always got when the affection that clawed at his chest grew too strong and he had to shove it down, bury it alive, because they could never have more than this, he knew, never more than their nights tangled together and the teasing that followed in the mornings, and letting himself hope otherwise would tear him open from the inside.

“There are bandages in my satchel, if you need to stop the blood, but I’m not a mage. That’s the best I’ve got,” he managed, looking pointedly at a very interesting tree across the clearing and not at the man in his lap.

The hand that was in his hair grasped his chin, forcing his eyes to stare into deep brown ones, pupils blown wide from their closeness. Laevis’s instinct wanted him to run, to bolt into the woods and get away from the creature that scratched and gnawed at his heart when Zevran looked at him like that.

“No, not a bandage,” Zevran teased, and Laevis’s heartbeat was already darting through the trees like a rabbit being chased by a fox.

Laevis swallowed. “I mean, I could try stitching it closed, but I don’t think it’d go very well.”

“No stitches either, silly little wolf.” Zevran’s thumb stroked Laevis’s jawline gently. Laevis felt faint, his hands growing sweaty on Zevran’s waist. “All the birdie needs is a kiss where he was wounded, and he will feel right as rain once again.”

“And where was he hurt?” Laevis’s foot began to tap restlessly against his will, and he tried to focus on making it stop to drown out the beast chewing on his ribcage.

Zevran hummed thoughtfully. “His hand, first, where he was so cruelly attacked.” He held his left hand out in front of Laevis, not letting go of his chin with the other.

“Alright.” Laevis took Zevran’s hand in his own and brushed his lips against his knuckles, barely enough to constitute a kiss, but he hoped it would suffice, because any more would be too tender, too close, too much.

“Very good,” Zevran said, and before Laevis could yank his hand away, Zevran entwined their fingers. “Now, the birdie’s song was silenced, and he will not be better until the little wolf heals his beak, so that he may one day sing his beautiful song again.”

All that Laevis could do in response was nod. He took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and leaned forward to meet Zevran’s lips—though they were so close together that he hardly had to move.

Kissing Zevran like this made him feel like he was fourteen, still innocent, sneaking behind the schoolhouse with the boy from across the street, beet-red and giggling after the tiniest peck on the lips. It made him feel like floating into the sky and crawling into the ground at the same time. And he shouldn’t feel this way, he shouldn’t, because they kissed all the time, every night, in Laevis’s tent that neither of them would call theirs, and it was rough and deep and far more intimate, followed by the closest intimacy two men could have. It should be easy to share a kiss that was soft, chaste, no tongue at all, sitting by the fire as Wynne roasted sausages over it.

But it was harder like this, the feeling bursting through his chest that he didn’t dare to name because if he did, it would mean admitting that friendship wasn’t enough, that the sex without strings attached wasn’t that at all, that there were so many strings that he was tangled up in them and unable to escape, a wolf caught in a hunter’s trap, awaiting the knife that would slit its throat.

He couldn’t do that. It wasn’t more than this to Zevran. He’d made that clear enough. And this was just fine, wasn’t it? How could he complain?

One of them had to have pulled back first, but Laevis wasn’t sure who it was. He couldn’t stop the leaping of his rabbit heart when Zevran rested their foreheads together and squeezed his clammy hand.

They were friends. Nothing more.

Zevran cleared his throat. “I must sharpen my daggers. We shall reconvene when it is time to eat, yes? Leave my seat open, or I will sing an even sadder song.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of Laevis’s nose before standing and slinking away, gone to the other side of the camp in a blink.

“Right,” Laevis said hoarsely.

He heard a chuckle from behind him and looked up. Wynne held out a bowl to him, sausages and scrambled eggs and toast. He took it quickly, having forgotten how hungry he was while he and Zevran… talked.

“I know I gave you a hard time, but the two of you are a sweet couple.” Wynne smiled at him, and he nearly choked on a piece of sausage.

He shook his head. “We’re not—it’s not that,” he muttered, groping around for the waterskin he’d set in the grass. “We’re just sleeping together. That’s it. Don’t read into it.”

“…Alright. If you insist.” He could feel her giving him a look, he knew she knew him better than that, but he refused to meet her eyes. Because she saw him, she always did, and she’d try to ask him to talk about it, and he wouldn’t be able to without the creature tearing his ribs apart and baring its fangs for all to see.

And he couldn’t let it out. Not now. Not yet. Not ever.

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I FORGOT. I HAD THESE now that i have those doodles on hand i can post all of them. behold these fucking guys

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attempting to claw my way out of a months-long art block by figuring out what my four idiots look like. i love them all so much

my protagonists: warden laevis tabris, champion arum hawke, inquisitor mullein lavellan, and vervain "rook" mercar (all he/him)

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made pokemon teams for my main 4 dragon age ocs!!!

laevis is a dark/fire specialist, arum is fairy/normal, mullein is electric/ghost, and vervain is ice/dark

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filled out all the answers to @thewardenisonthecase’s warden q&a for laevis a while back and i’m scrolling through it. deeply amused

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not to post another wip of the same piece but he's coming along so nicely. look at my boy

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can i have 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, 21, 29 for laevis and zevran?

SO MANY. thank you for enabling me <3. questions here

1. What was the Warden's first impression of their LI? And what was their first impression of the Warden?

all jokes aside laevis was amused, charmed, and impressed by the absolute audacity of zevran to abandon his contract and ask to join him instead and also hit on him. he knew zevran was something special right away. it wasn’t quite love at first sight, but it wasn’t exactly not that, either. it felt like finding an elaborate lock to pick that hid unknown treasures behind it, and he was never one to resist curiosity. whatever zevran would throw at him, laevis was excited to take it.

zevran was pleasantly surprised by laevis’s easygoing nature and willingness to accept him without showing even a hint of hesitation. (potentially unwise of him, but it was a relief to zevran anyway, to be taken in without being doubted or feared.) and he hadn’t really expected his flirting to work, but he was delighted by the outcome of that as well.

2. What attracted the Warden to them - their looks, personality, or something else?

there’s no denying that zevran is a gorgeous man, and that absolutely had some part in it. but it was his personality that really drew laevis in. the jokes, the charm, the offhanded out-of-pocket remarks that equally baffled and amused, the moments of earnestness that would sometimes shine through his carefree demeanor without him noticing. and laevis found him beyond intriguing, a puzzle he turned over in his mind every night, the various pieces he picked up over time coming together to form an intricate, beautiful artwork that he couldn’t look away from.

4. When did the Warden realize they had feelings for their LI? Did they tell someone about it?

it took a while. they had a friends-with-benefits arrangement going from like the second night after zevran joined the party, and it was going well enough, but laevis kept swatting away the feelings that threatened to bite him and make him itch. but that couldn’t last forever. little moments of interest and admiration became a swarm he couldn’t fight off. i think it hits laevis shortly after the brecilian forest that this has been far beyond “just friends” for some time now. he panics, a little; zevran has made it clear that this is only physical no matter how much they flirt, braid each other's hair, hold each other by the fire, sleep in laevis's tent in a tangle of limbs, exchange tender kisses as the sun rises. he shouldn't hope for more. he has... really no idea who to tell about it, eventually deciding to go to wynne, who at this point has been able to see that laevis's affections for zevran are more than a frivolous distraction. wynne comforts him and advises him to talk to zevran about it and confess his feelings. but he's not about to do that anytime soon. he doesn't want to jeopardize what they have. so he tries to keep it inside as well as he can.

5. When did their LI realize they had feelings for the Warden? What did they do about it?

while laevis's realization of his feelings was more of a drawn-out denial, zevran gets hit with his all at once. it's the brecilian forest for him, too; when laevis loses his eye, zevran is absolutely terrified. he can't imagine what he would do if laevis died. zevran's life is his now, and it crashes into him like an avalanche that it's not just because of the promise he made to fight for him. he's buried in the snow and can't even fathom how to dig his way out. he can't tell which way is up. it's mortifying. he doesn't want this, he never wanted this, he can't love someone and watch them die again, and laevis could die at any moment. he scrabbles desperately at the snow around him, knowing that panicking will only make it worse, but what else is he to do? wait for someone to rescue him, for those hands calloused from lockpicks and bowstrings to reach down and find his own, when he's convinced himself so firmly that that help will never come? or lose himself to the fear that keeps him trapped in place, gasping for air? so, of course, zevran doesn't act either, trying to push the feelings away and make them disappear. he can't risk their friendship over a feeling he refuses to call love that couldn't possibly be returned.

7. Did the Warden employ any tactics to 'seduce' their LI? (aka, stuff that they did to show they were interested)

seduction, absolutely. he laid it on thick right from the jump, making it very clear that he was interested in sleeping with zevran. direct flirting, overt euphemisms, and unsubtle touches that made wynne and alistair really not want to be there, maker preserve them. in terms of actually getting together romantically... not on purpose, no. he never expected his feelings to amount to anything. but if zevran caught laevis staring at him from his vantage point during a fight more often than he probably should, or actively seeking out shiny trinkets to steal for zevran, well. he wouldn't be able to deny it.

8. Who confessed their feelings for the other first? How did that conversation go?

technically laevis, and it was like pulling teeth. it took zevran gifting him his earring for him to say anything. the first inkling that maybe there was a chance. things were awkward after that, hopeful but terrified, laevis trying to fill the space by asking zevran to spend the night with him and zevran declining, laevis lying awake at night, turning the earring over in his hands, trying to figure out what it could all mean, where they would go from here. they both fought terribly the next day. it was obvious that something had happened, because there was none of their usual ribbing or flirting or upbeat synergy. laevis confronted zevran at camp, if anything so that they could fix their combat coordination. he admitted to zevran that things couldn't go on like this, that his feelings were undeniably deeper, and that he had hoped the earring meant something. zevran confessed to having deeper feelings too, and to being terrified of them. it was clumsy, with both of them having shoved their affections away in such resolute belief that the other didn't share them, convinced by no one but themselves. but they came out of it happier than either of them had ever thought possible.

9. Where was their first kiss? And how did it go?

their first kiss wasn't particularly eventful. the aggressive flirting on both ends came to a head after knowing each other for all of two days, and if zevran didn't ask laevis to sleep with him first, laevis would've asked him in as much time. they kissed that night. a lot. and nearly every night after that. and sometimes under the sun, when they would sneak away in the forest or into an alley in denerim. and sometimes there would be a kiss on the cheek or the temple or the nose, playful and tender in a way they both tried not to think about, not for any particular reason, not driven by libido, just because it felt... right. comfortable. their first real kiss was after they finally got their shit together and confessed. it was long, slow, passionate, fueled by the love that was no longer unspoken at last. just outside of camp, laevis's back against a tree, his hair clinging to the bark that scraped him through his shirt, but he would take any amount of scratches if he could stay right there forever, with zevran's tongue deep inside his mouth and zevran's hands on his waist and zevran's chest pressed so close to his that their heartbeats might as well have been the same.

11. Do they sleep together often?

extremely. nearly every night, before and after they actually get together. this applies to sex as well as actually sleeping together. after a while zevran doesn't even bother pitching his tent anymore. which could mean nothing.

21. Does the Warden and their Ll ever get jealous? Are they possessive or chill?

they're both very chill. as i've said they have a physically open relationship, and it works because of how secure they are in their commitment to each other. they've talked about the arrangement in depth, initially when laevis had to become warden-commander which resulted in them being separated for a while, and it's held strong over the years. there are times where laevis will be flirted with in a tavern and say "i'm not interested, but you should ask my husband, you're more his type" or vice versa. it's fun. they're having a great time genuinely.

29. What makes the Warden worried about their LI (like, a specific action they take, how they fight, a specific character trait, etc.)

laevis is terrified of the calling, and more than the fear of losing his autonomy and dying a horrible death young, he's terrified of leaving zevran alone. he doesn't want zevran to have to watch him deteriorate, to say goodbye for the last time to a man he might barely recognize. he made sure the ritual was done so that he would be able to stay alive for zevran, and he's working hard to find the cure for the calling for the same reason. he's also very worried that zevran murdering a bunch of crows will catch up with him someday, despite their relative safety where they settle down at their hidden safehouse in ferelden with arum and anders, but zevran assures him that it'll be fine. he never 100% buys it, but he tries to be optimistic.

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oh laevis and alistair your fucked up friendship makes me crazy. literally they were both a little bit in love with each other but laevis shattered any chance of anything ever happening several times over. and alistair has forgiven him but it still hurts. it’ll always hurt. laevis can run away from the wardens but alistair can never run away from being king. laevis can hide in the fereldan countryside with zevran and arum and anders helping former tranquil recover and researching a cure for the calling with no real actual obligation to anything anymore outside of his own personal desire for justice and care for other people and love for zevran. but alistair can’t hide ever again. and he’ll always be jealous and a little bit resentful that laevis condemned him to this and then went on to live out his own happy life doing what he’s passionate about with the people he loves most. and laevis clearly loves him and cares about him so deeply and struggles to forgive himself even though alistair forgave him years ago. and the wound has been long since healed but the scar will always remain. lmaooo

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okay i take back everything negative i’ve said about archery in origins because scattershot can hit up to 10 targets if they’re in range and that’s insane

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Delighted by your chart with warden/zevran/hawke/anders just being labeled as "A Lot" what is happening with them

OKAY so. after inquisition and whatever the fuck happens at weisshaupt, arum and anders join laevis and zevran in trying to find a cure for the calling alongside their work with the cure for tranquility. they’re two of the best healers in thedas, laevis figures he could use the help, and arum can’t pass up an opportunity to try to make anders Not Die (as well as digging deeper into whatever the fuck corypheus had going on)

they travel together on and off for a while and one thing leads to another and eventually the four of them share a big house on a large property near amaranthine as like a base of operations for their healing practice and research. there is a good amount of fucking while they’re on the road but once they all live together it ramps up. laevis and zevran have been married for a while now and arum and anders unofficially decided they were married after they fled kirkwall, it’s still mainly the two separate couples, they’ve discussed in depth and decided it’s not romantic. but there’s definitely a lot of physical intermingling going on among the four of them in between all the work. just for fun and flavor. the fereldan countryside gets boring

also there’s justice and compassion so it’s actually kind of six guys. don’t think about it too hard