#zalec

[raymurata]

Glory. (Zev POV Zevwarden fic)

[raymuratadraws]

Alec and Zev, a little older, a little wiser, a little easier.

[akkurates]

📍 Žalec, Slovenia

[raymurata]

I was missing my asshole man. Last artwork by @m-m-m-myysurana

[raymuratadraws]

Modern au Zevran and Alec, both unfinished sketches. The second, specifically, is them spending New Year's eve in Sydney. ♡

[raymurata]

Serendipity || Alec Surana and Zevran Arainai

ZevWarden Week 2020 Day 7 #relationshipgoals: Future @zevraholics

[raymuratadraws]

Former lovers meet new lovers xD

[raymurata]

Alec stared at Zevran with an incredulous smile on his face. “If we can pull this off it would be such a fucking advantage. You’re a freaking genius, Zev!” He leaned closer, pressed his palm to the back of Zevran’s neck, pulling him in for a peck. And then another, and one more to his forehead, a chuckle on his lips. “Thank you.”

Zevran’s insides stirred, pride as warm as brandy spreading through his body. He couldn’t resist those beautiful lips so close to his, couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, kissing him with the eagerness of an addict getting his fix. Alec kissed him back with the same resolve, the same burning passion, his firm hands holding Zevran’s neck and waist, while Zevran buried his own in his already tousled hair, then roamed palms on Alec’s chest, down to his belt.

Alec grabbed Zevran’s hands and stilled them.

Read ch25: L’ultimo Respiro on AO3 | Start Wayward Heart from chapter 1