River and Horse (and Zevran makes three)

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River and Horse (and Zevran makes three)
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River Brosca, sadly minus tattoo and murder elf
Day 12: Watching Sunset
(Zevran Araini x River Brosca)
River looked round in surprise as Zevran joined her on the rooftop. "How did you find me here?"
"I would find you anywhere, amora." He settled in behind her, long legs to either side and his chin resting on the top of her head. "You are the perfect size."
"For this," she said, settling back against his chest. She was still dressed in her celebration finery: satin, brocade and the bare minimum of concealed daggers. Her richly-made slippers glittered from the top of the palace hedge. "Not so good for reaching things on high shelves, or sitting in human chairs."
"Luckily as Hero, you get a cushion to sit on." He lifted a braid out of the way and kissed her round ear.
"Hero," she pondered. "Why am I the hero? Everyone helped."
"Because you made it happen, mi amora."
"It's not like I had a choice."
"No," he agreed. "It's not in your nature to walk away from a problem." She giggled as he pressed his face to her neck, inhaling her warm scent.
"That's not true. I walked away from Dust Town."
"And went back again."
"I suppose you're right." Snuggling even closer into his embrace , she sighed peacefully. "I don't think I'll ever grow tired of sunsets." Westward over Denerim the tiled rooftops were kissed pink and orange; beyond, vividly-coloured clouds stretched over the darkening Bannorn. "It was night time when I first left Orzammar. I thought it must be like that all the time. All you surfacers stumbling around in the dark."
"Ah, but we do."
"Not really? Mostly you sleep at night. And use torches if you have to go places. Oh." She twisted to look up at him. "You're doing that thing again, aren't you? Metaphor."
He grinned down at her. "Correct, my River."
"I'll work it out one day."
"No." He kissed her lips tenderly. "Do not change, amora. Do not tire of sunsets, or stars, or any of the thousand things that make your eyes sparkle. Never be afraid to be you, my perfect hero."
River reached up to his cheek, tracing the black lines on his face with careful fingers. "I can't promise the world won't change me, Zev. It already has. But I'll still be yours." She beamed, her dark eyes shining. "Kiss me again?"
"I'm ashamed you needed to ask, mi amora," he said, and long after darkness fell they remained wrapped in each other's arms.
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