#rel. zevran

[crowderiva-a]

✏️ (for @shadowofthetalons )

Send ✏️ and I'll generate an incorrect quote between our muses // Zevran // @shadowofthetalons

Zevran: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Viago: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Viago: Did it hurt when you fell-

Zevran: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Viago: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Zevran: ...

Viago: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

[crowderiva]

[FEAST] sender goes down on the receiver.

@shadowofantiva

There was so much left to check before settling into their shared space. He had checked the floorboards, the windows, the walls, the doors, under the bed, and the windows again.

A joint contract between two Talons was rare. Exceptionally rare. But the cost of failure was too high for the Crows as a whole to risk. Viago had been selected for his meticulous work and his expertise with poisons... and to balance out Zevran. Their targets were several high-standing members of Tevinter society, among them high-ranking members of the Venatori. Their client was wealthy, Tevene, and evidently no friend of the blood mages. Viago had his suspicions as to who that client might be, and it still surprised him that he had been hired for such an unholy act, but coin was coin, and truthfully, he had never forgiven the Venatori for what they had done to the Dellamortes.

He had only just sat down on the bed to rest for a moment when his fellow Talon slipped to his knees before him, nudged his knees apart, and, before Viago could utter a single word, ran those warm, expert palms across his crotch.

"What..do you think.. you're doing?"

[anecrowmancer]

"Like what you see?"

@shadowofantiva

Mateo was enjoying a rare quiet moment in the Diamond, having found a corner sofa well away from prying eyes and the whispers that tended to follow him. He simply wanted the solitude to read while he waited for the other Crows to finish their business. Such peace, however, never lasted long in Antiva.

The light from the chandelier was suddenly obscured, a long shadow falling across his pages. He glanced up to make out the faint outline of an elf, and found himself looking at none other than Zevran, wearing what was, for him, a rather unusual choice of attire.

"Is that Viago's cloak? How-- by the Maker, how did you get your hands on that?"

Mateo was equal parts stunned and awed by the sheer audacity of the elf before him. So much so that laughter felt like the only appropriate response.

"I will begin preparing your eulogy, my friend. I suggest you make your peace with the Maker before the day is out."

[crowderiva-a]

❛ wink . wink at my muse . ( @shadowofthetalons )

"Did you injure your eye?" Viago asked dryly, well aware of exactly what the ex-Crow was attempting.

But that didn't matter. Zevran's past only mattered in terms of his capability, and Viago was well aware of the elf's impact on the Blight in Ferelden years ago. In a time when there were far greater traitors among the Crows, traitors with the audacity to still call themselves Crows even as they betrayed Antiva, Viago would gladly take the aid of a man who had been honest enough to leave and never return.

Until now.

"Twitching eye aside, I hope it's capable of seeing what lies ahead of us - of you, mostly. Most people don't leave the Crows. And no one has ever returned before."