#black shadow | thread.

[omuses]

starter for @worrytoken

Before he rolls onto his stomach, Zevran spit onto the ground, trying to get the blood out of his mouth. He ran his hand quickly under his nose as he ran his tongue over his teeth, spitting again. Hard to have a charming smile if it was full of blood, and Maker knows he needs it now.

Doing one last swipe over his teeth, he sucked in what could be his last breath and rolled over, tilting his head back. “Before you use your lovely sword to end me, I’ve a proposal for you.” While still on his back, he lifted his hands to stay up around his head. His daggers lay some ways away, behind the approaching Warden with his luck, and while there were a few things he could potentially do, very few of them seemed as viable as talking right now. “There’s at least a few words in me you may wish to hear.”

[omuses]

@hvadeina | starter call | velawyn & zevran

“You know, I’ve never actually been around the Dalish. My mother was one, or so I was told. I prefer the hustle and bustle of city life too much to live in the woods.” They’d been walking on a path for the better part of the day. He’d have to take Velawyn’s word that it was a path--to him, there were trees all around and no real way of figuring out a way forward. No road, no tree colorfully marked or helpfully labeled. Not even a little symbol carved, a sign to the local thieves guild or assassins to mark territory. Just trees and leaves and birds.

“Do you find cities overwhelming? Frankly I find the forests could use a bit less fresh air and more paved paths.”