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I know there are a lot of Zevran blogs mutually followed but none RP with me and I think there is an obvious reason. So listen up...I will not force you into a ship with Kerensa. Ever. If you don't want it, we wont have it in an RP and unless specified otherwise, I will never attempt to ship with you automatically. If you want to, great. If not, still great. Got it? Good.

#antivanleather #antivanpoetry #antivan-crow #call me zev

When she'd been small she'd been regaled with tales of far away places by the old sea dogs that had graced her mother's tavern with their often troublesome presence. She could remember many a day sitting on the floor next to the fire, imagining the places that she'd see when she was finally old enough to strike out on her own. As a girl she'd been quick with her fingers, the quickest of the four siblings. Being the only girl in her family had been a sight. She'd learned the dagger and sword as quick as her brothers, her fingers were more nimble. She might not have been as strong but she was faster and she liked that about herself.

Now she'd seen parts of the world, she'd been to Orlais and that-- that alone had changed her. It had changed her world, Tara had a way about her-- the ability to run into a situation and make the best or worst of it depending how the cards fell. In Orlais, she'd come up with nothing and her chronic lateness had not only lost her a dear friend, but her brother as well. She'd even had the papers for the templars to release him into her custody. Five minutes. If only she'd been there five minutes earlier.

The memory was not welcome at that moment, the young woman was sitting a lone by the fire in the middle of the wilderness. Who would bother her here? Darkspawn? She would sense them, at that moment she just wanted to sit there and eat her fire cooked meat, drink her ale and pass out into oblivion. Perhaps she was thinking too much.

"This is why you don't travel alone, Tara," the woman muttered to herself before she lifted her head at the sound of brush. It could have been an animal but she wasn't sure. Maybe the squirrel that had taken a liking to her somewhere near the wasteland that had once been Lothering. But no... it couldn't be. "Alright Traveler.. If you announce yourself I might be nice and share my fire, if you want to slit my throat I can promise you-- it will not be an easy task."

#antivanpoetry #//lets hope this doesn't suck? yes

✿ (BECAUSE OF REASONS.)

✿: A love letter from my muse to yours.

Zev,

I don’t know why I’m writing you this letter. Maybe because I’m afraid you won’t return in time for me to tell you in person and I’m sure this will find its way into your hands one way or another. Or maybe I’m just worried I won’t be able to say what I want to even if I have the chance to do it face to face. You’d think after all these years I’d have learned to express myself properly, but I guess some things never change.

That’s not really the point of this letter, though, hashing out what should’ve happened. I’m going to be honest with you, Zevran. My nightmares have started, the ones that mean I’m running out of time. I’d have told you before you went away, but I didn’t want to worry you and they weren’t so bad at first but now…well, I’m not really sleeping at all anymore.

I’m putting off my trip to the Deep Roads as long as possible. You know how I feel about returning there…I think you’re the only one who really knows why it frightens me. I’m going to try and wait for you to return but if I wait much longer, I’ll just die from exhaustion or turn into one of the creatures I’ve spent my life killing. I don’t know. I just…wanted to make sure you knew, in case I never see you again, that I––

Maker, it’s even hard to write. I can trust you with anything from having my back to sharing my bed. Why do I have such trouble admitting that I love you? …oh. Well. There it is, then. I love you. Try not to laugh too hard while imagining the look on my face. I’m sure it’s very funny.

But that’s what this letter is for, to say the thing I’ve never been able to say out loud, even though I think we both sort of knew it anyway. It’s not really our style to say these things, anyway. I have my earring and you have your oath and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Still, I needed to say it, at least once, just to make it clear. I am your Warden. You’ve called me that since the day we met and somewhere along the line, it became real for me. I just wish I didn’t have to leave you now.

I’m sorry. I’ll wait as long as I can.

Actually yours,Inara

#antivanpoetry #the warden answers #meme: letters #YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF #*muffled sobbing*#otp: actually yours

♥ ((Doesn't have to be a confession of love--as the meme implies--but maybe a confession of something Fenris would rather not admit? IDK.))

♥ For a proposal/confession from my muse to yours

Crow.

I have a confession to make; I was not… entirely honest with you the other day. I was the one who read the letter. Perhaps at first I had hoped that it was meant for me, but by the time I realised the mistake, I was… jealous. Intensely so. I considered burning it out of spite that you had been given what I had been denied.

It was only after you came to collect it that I found myself grateful I had not. You are a good man; better than I. It would have been wrong of me to deny you such a message from your warden.

If you can forgive me, do not pass by my door next time you travel. I would be glad for your company.

- F.

#letters #antivanpoetry

// ...

*SCREAMS SOME MORE*

#lady cousmun #antivanpoetry #R E A L L Y

GIVE ME A CHARACTER: Zevran Arainai, of course! ...or Schmooples, if you prefer a more literal pig, haha.

{ hOW D A R E YOU, SCHMOOPLES IS SO MUCH MORE THAN A P I G—

omf tho

How I feel about this character

Zevran is a great character who I really regret not having completed a romance with in-game yET BUT I’m on it don’t u think otherwise. I liked him from the start with his humour and reasonable ways and c h a r m. cough. UNFORTUNATELY he’s one of the companions I hardly ever bring on quests (get ur frickin lockpickin skills up boy) uH BUT OUTSIDE ENTIRELY GAMER RELATED THINGS his story is ju st heartbreaking and he’s actually a really great guy and fkslaf do I regret not having looked into his backstory sooner because f rick all the fe e lin gs He’s also unfairly attractive B(((

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Oh man. Well, the Warden, obviously particularly snarky Broscas and elven men, rINNA LIKE I CAN’T EVEN— SKLDFH cries. Oh, and fine leather :3c

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Zevran/Wynne, who even needs further explanation? Also Oghren, u can throw that in there what a beautiful ~respecting~ threesome (no not like that)

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t think I’ve quite gotten to t h a t level of fangirling yet— but who knows that could change and everyone could despise me for my interpretation some day B))

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I just. I just want him to have an end he’s happy with. Not that I particulary want to see him end, don’t misunderstand, but I really want for him to just live the rest of his life like he wants to. }

#ask #meme #character meme #antivanpoetry #outoftune #{ ps I'm going to ship Zevran/Schmooples too now }

♞

#i'm just gonna casually cry about zevran making himself the warden's calling #so they don't have to wander off into the deep roads and die alone #antivanpoetry #lady cousmun #WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME #;-;

♡ (Predictable Zev is predictable~)

♡ - Sex headcanon

Fenris spars with lovers like he spars with fighting partners. He is at once a formidable opponent - all lean, graceful muscles, grasping fingers and bared teeth and curses hissed against the flesh of his bedmate. He is quick retorts and sweat-slicked skin; fingers twisted in bedsheets and nails that leave red tracks in their wake. He courts as fiercely as he loves; with unconditional attention and endless desire, and when it is over there are no winners, only a breathless truce gasped against pillows and sleep-clumsy lips.

#you would!#headcanons #antivanpoetry