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I got a WEBTOON alert that there was an update but it says it was deleted? What happened?
I was voicing my concern for the comic’s future, but I got so much shit for it I deleted it. I don’t wish my comic to be affected by my personal life or opinions, as those are two separate things. It’s heartbreaking to be witnessed.I just updated a proper comic! Check it out :3
Zevran teaching the mage babies life skills other than magic fr fr. Like how to get a 5 finger discount at the market ;)
“This, my dears, is how, you hold a staff,” Leverette heard Zevran say, and he rolled his eyes in a gentle pass before returning his gaze to his books. Most of the mage children had gathered in the Warden’s library for their studies, and while Leverette looked over what to teach them next, Zevran tried to keep them occupied. There was, he knew from experience, nothing worse than a bored apprentice. “And this is how you hold a dagger.”
Levy snapped his book shut and even Zevran’s shoulders jumped at the noise. The grin on his face, however, held no trace of guilt. Neither did half of the children’s, and Levy had to wonder where they were leaning that trick from. He sighed. “Zev.”
Zevran lifted his hands, knife free, up in apology. “There are other skills to learn in this world. You teach them magic and I teach them, well...”
“Stabbing?”
“My, is that the only thing you can do with a knife?” Zevran asked, and Levy flushed in more than just embarrassment at the look the elf gave him. “What about skinning an animal? Scaring a man out of his wares? Whittling? Ah - how about-”
Leverette knew for a fact that Zevran had knowledge of all three. And then some. Which wouldn’t be spoken of that day. “How about learning how to ask a man nicely for his wares? We can count coins.” There was a chorus of groans that only made him put his hands on his hips until the children rose from their groupings around Zevran and dragged themselves to the tables scattered around the library. He sighed as Zevran rose to his feet.
“I’m not trying to raise a bunch of thieves.”
Zevran hummed. “They may need to know it some day.”
He frowned. “But that’s what we’re working towards. A Thedas where they don’t have to.”
We’re gunna casually ignore the years 10-18 and go back to when I was like 4 and didn’t understand how stores worked. I had seen A Bugs Life and my aunt’s dog ate my VHS and saw a new one n a CVS and just picked it up and left with it. My dad made me walk back n with it while I was crying because 1)still wanted it 2)he made me think I was going to jail even if I did return it and proceeded to torture me with that for the next 2-3 years.
omg it’s okay u didn’t know!!
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RAYA FINDING OUT SAVILL IS GOOD AT DRAWING AND IS HECKING ENAMORED! Asks him if he’d ever draw something for her to hang n her room.
“You’re handwriting is really neat,” Raya said, and Savill gave her only a passing glance up from his work to ensure she wasn’t pawing through something he’d need later. The parchment was wrinkled and faded, and likely nothing more than an old attempt at something she’d stumbled upon and smoothed out. He hummed and drew another line across the pages still in front of him.
“I didn’t know you could read.”
“A little, but that doesn’t mean I know what it says.” ” she said, muffled, as she moved to investigate something else. He caught her out of the corner of his eye. “What does hemostasis mean.”
“Blood magic.”
He laughed at her exasperated noise and put down his charcoal to find her standing across the table from him, hands on her hips. “You use that answer for everything.”
“Because it’s usually blood magic. That word, though, means to stop bleeding.”
“Well you should hemo-whats-it all the time.”
Savill laughed again. “When would the blood magic happen, then?”
“Tomorrow?” Raya sat at the table and looked over the paper he was correctly working with. It wasn’t much of anything, in truth. The inquisition needed samples of red lyrium, not just a drawing of it. He frowned, and frowned deeper when it was pulled out from under his hands.
“You can draw!”
“You make it sound like that’s a surprise.”
“It is! I didn’t know you could draw! Draw me.”
“Like an Orlesian? You’re too young for that.”
I spy with my little eye, an angsty little quote for Zevran and Levy ÒwÓ “i’ll distract them. run — run and don’t look back. ”
“Do not stop,” Zevran said, and the itch between Levy’s shoulders clawed down his spine. Cold seeped into his skin and froze his muscles and Zevran’s advice turned useless. The elf pushed at his back and Levy only stumbled forward a series of short steps, but they carried him around the corner of the street and into the little shadow the alley provided.
Leverette pressed himself against the building, and tossed his look behind Zevran, out to the road they’d come from. He wasn’t crazy. He hadn’t been paranoid. The footsteps he’d hard, the boots, the armor...the faint, fuzzy sound in his head and the slick, distance feeling of his magic...
“Don’t let the apostate escape.”
Apostate. The word set his feet even deeper into the dirt until Leverette felt himself already six feet under. He was an apostate. Wanted. Hunted. The midday sun went dark and he gasped, trying to get air into his lungs through the tightness of his throat.
“Warden. Leverette.” Zevran was also pressed close to the building, crouched low, but rather than scared and still he’d pulled a knife from his belt and a pouch of coins from his pocket.
“Zev-” His voice cracked and Zev silenced him with a flick of the blade.
“I will distract them,” Zevran said, and Leverette felt his heart start again, slow at first, before quickly pounding hard and fast in his chest.
“Zevran-”
“Hush. A templar will run after mages, but he will run faster after gold. This, I know. And I know you will run. Fast.” Zevran rose to his feet and a step back onto the main road. “And you will run and you will not look back.”
26 levy/zevran
“Very fancy,” Zevran purred, striding into the commander’s quarters and holding the door open for Leverette behind him with the tips of his fingers. “If I had known the last surviving Warden would get a wing for himself, I would have tried to kill him sooner.”
Levy gave him a flat look. He wasn’t wrong - about the room, at least. The bed was...large still felt like an understatement. It’s tall, elaborately carved frame took up nearly a quarter of the room, and yet was dwarfed, still, by the armoire besides it. He opened one of the doors, face souring at the screech the hinges made. His belongings were already inside, such as they were. His spare uniform - cleaned for once - a more modest set of pants and day shirt, Zevran’s cloak, and something that looked to be picked out from the old Wardens’ storage. Leverette recognized the griffin wings on the breast, but the style was...he let out a breath and let go of the half cape. There was still more room inside, enough that he seneschal could hold his daily meetings within it comfortably.
The rest of the room was bare but for a dusty, colorful rug spanning nearly the entire width of the room and a painting of Amaranthine’s horizon at dawn. Leverette leaned his staff against the wall beneath it. He wondered if he’d be in Vigil’s Keep long enough to fill the space up more.
He almost hoped...not.
The soldiers stationed here weren’t any of those he’d fought alongside in Denerim. They weren’t even Wardens. He trusted them as much as they did him and....there was very little of anything but pity when the guards saw him pass. His leg, his...outburst at finding templars in the cellars, his...ah, well...
“It’s very rude to be making a face like that in your position you know,” Zevran said. He’d taken up sprawling across the bed, supported by the mound of pillows with his arms tucked behind his head. He’d thrown his shirt to the floor. “That, being, alone with me and a very large, very comfortable bed.”
Leverette tugged off his own tabard and let it pile to the floor, leaving him in just a plain shirt and long pants. He flushed when Zevran trailed his eyes down his shape. “Zev...not tonight...”
Zevran clicked his tongue and encouraged him closer with a roll of his wrists. “Come now, do you doubt me?”
“It’s not that.”
“Of course.” Zevran gestured for him a second time and Leverette joined him on the bed a moment later. Zevran kept his arms open for him and he let out a sigh as he curled around the elf. The warmth of him pressed against his belly made some the knots in Leverette’s stomach unwind. “You see? There is nothing better than having me in bed.”
Levy hid in groan in the back of Zevran’s neck, and he smiled when he felt Zevran’s chuckle rumbled against his chest. But he wasn’t wrong about that, either.
“Go rest!” “What is this word ‘rest’, you speak of?” For Savill and Raya n the DA universe
Savill worked his way up the winding stairwell to the kitchens, one arm bandaged and hanging loosely from his side and the other clutching several half-completed diagrams of workings that needed finishing. His feet fell slowly, heavy, but he’d get to the top eventually. Maybe a little winded. Raya would get there first despite saying she had something to take care of before meeting him there.
What else she needed doing, he hadn’t thought about. She’d asked him to head to the kitchens as she wrapped up the cuts on his arm and he hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to say anything against it. Thinking about it now that he was bit more awake, a bit more separated from his work....he remembered just how much he hated the climb to her quarters.
Savill hoped she had something tasty waiting for him to make up for it.
It smelled nice, at least. Fresh bread and some sweet fruit, but the tables were bare when he finally made it to the top, face red and breath ragged. He sat heavily at one of them to catch his breath, and spread the array of papers before him. If there was nothing to be done but wait for Raya, he might as well finish what he could of the work she’d interrupted, at least.
“What are you doing?” he heard Raya groan a moment - he thought it was a moment - later. Savill blinked hard at the sentences he was scrawling out, words curling together and growing fuzzy at the ends. He rubbed at his eye until his vision steadied. “The whole point of getting you out of there was so you’d rest instead of work.”
He gave her a guilty smile. “I don’t think I know what you mean.”
Savill/Raya: modern au: trembling hands
Savill placed his hands over Raya’s, intertwining their fingers. It still her trembling hands and the planchette stopped twitching from letter to letter carved in the small wooden board beneath it. It rested on a plain wooden table, but the pillows he and the girl sat on were elegantly beaded and stuffed to the seams with soft down. Sunlight made the embellishments sparkle in all their red and purple glory, and it was from that window it poured from that Raya had spied him using it.
Savill was more than happy to show her how to use it. The funeral home that also housed his bedroom was the perfect place to talk to the residents freezing just beneath them.
“You’re going to make them dizzy with all that shaking.” he chuckled, and he loosened his hold just a bit when Raya huffed out breath.
“They’re dead! How can they get dizzy?”
Savill hummed and he pushed the planchette across the ouji board back to the center. “Why don’t we ask them?”
