A fic written for the Rara Avis Zine over on tumblr! This is a fic about Zevran, Rinna, and Taliesen. It takes place during their prime as an assassin triad!
They approached the red lantern district as the sun sank toward the horizon. The summer house was on the edge of town, east of the district. Rinna clutched Zevran's hand at the entrance to the street.
"Fight well," Zevran whispered to them. "May your blades strike true."
"And you," Rinna whispered back. "May your poison find its mark."
Taliesen and Rinna nodded at him and headed west. Zevran watched their silhouettes disappear before melting into the crowd.
Here's my contribution to the @raraaviszine! This is a pay what you can zine, benefitting Trans Lifeline! You can download the zine here!
This zine is about rare Crow ships and so of course I had to write something for the original doomed crowlycule 💜 full tags under the cut!
Rated E
graphic depictions of violence, threesome F/M/M, assassination, poisoning, cunnilingus, tit job, anal sex, brothels, elfroot as a recreational drug
I am so excited I get to share a snippet of the piece I'm writing for @raraaviszine ! I'm writing about Zevran, Rinna, and Taliesen and they are making me unwell. I can't wait to share the whole thing with you all soon! plain text of the image under the cut!
"Right," Rinna breathed. "The documents are in his study. It should be down the hall on the left."
"Let's take care of the guards first," Taliesen suggested, drawing both his longsword and his dagger.
"Agreed," Rinna nodded. "Best of four?"
Taliesen rolled his shoulders. "Best of four. Loser pays for drinks."
They swept into the hallway, two shadows of death stalking for their prey. They may have been outnumbered two to one, but the two of them were the most competent fighters of their trio. It was a race for the most kills.
Rinna found the first guard on the landing, though they met from the front. Rinna leapt at him just as the guard sent out a call to the others. Her thighs wrapped around his neck and she spun. There was a loud crack and he was dead before he hit the ground. She landed on her feet, the guard's head solidly thudding against the stairs.
“Please tell me you’re lying.” from DA Dialogue Prompts! for Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen
Happy writing!
THANK YOU LUCKY! I'll post this for @dadrunkwriting tonight!
G | 375 words
Thunder peeled across the dark sky, echoing through the quiet streets of Antiva City. Zevran stared down at the piece of parchment Taliesen had shoved into his hands. His mouth flopped open uselessly. He didn't understand the cipher the being used fully, but there were a few things that jumped out at him.
Rinna
Rosso noche
Betrayal
His hands began to shake, though if it was apprehension or anger he couldn't quite tell.
"Please tell me you're lying," He said, somehow managing to keep his voice from cracking. "This has to be wrong. She wouldn't betray the Crows."
"I stole it from Eoman's desk." Taliesen replied, his voice low. He looked like he couldn't believe the missive either.
Zevran swallowed thickly and read over the note again. Finally, he shook his head. Even if he could intercept Rinna, get her side of the story or try to convince her she was making a huge mistake, it wouldn't matter. "So Eoman knows."
"It looks like it," Taliesen said with a single nod.
They stared at each other for a long moment, both of them hesitating to be the first to say what they knew was coming.
Taliesen opened his mouth, but Zevran still spoke first, desperately delaying the inevitable. "We should talk to Eoman first."
A small flame ignited in Taliesen's eyes. "Zev, you know what he's going to order." He said, his hands rising and gripping Zevran's shoulders. "Think, if we complete the task before he even asks, we could be one step closer to Master status."
Zevran couldn't breathe. Taliesen was right, he was always right, but something deep within Zevran still screamed against it.
But the thought of being that much closer to his goal was heady. He could almost taste it.
It left a bloody aftertaste in his mouth.
"You're right." Zevran finally agreed, quietly.
Taliesen nodded at him, taking the parchment back and folding it back into his armor. "She'll be returning from her contract in Salle in two days."
"She won't be suspecting a thing," Zevran said, a cruel curve to his lips. They grasped the other's forearm, sealing their verbal contract with a nod. "For the Crows."
Taliesen's eyes blazed with the promise of the future. "For House Arainai."
Happy DADWC! Can I get Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen for "This was a bad idea" >:]
oh this was a lot of fun to write thank you so much for the prompt!
for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit
G | 467 words | CWs: acrophobia
Context: I wrote this as an early job the three of them had together. Taliesen and Zevran are 14, Rinna is 16.
"Rinna," Zevran said, his tone light, despite a focused frown on his face. "I think this was a bad idea."
Rinna sighed in front of him while Taliesen hyperventilated behind him. The three of them were balanced, barely, on a thin strip of rock on the back side of a remote estate, directly on the roacky coast north of Antiva City. The water of Rialto Bay crashed onto the rocks, a gut clenching drop beneath them.
"I told you, this is the best way in." Rinna said, for the dozenth time. Mostly because the three of them had a little spat about how to break in to the estate. She didn't sound upset now, just determined. "This is the only blind spot. You saw how paranoid Paolini is."
It was true. Zevran had seen the man's security rituals himself while they had been casing the estate last week. Still, he glanced at Taliesen, pale and pasty with terror as he tried his best not to look down. Zevran looked back to Rinna. "How much farther then?"
She took a few more sidesteps and craned her neck. "Not far!" She said, motioning the boys forward. "We can jump down just up here."
She took another step and then leapt, disappearing down the side of the cliff.
Even Zevran felt his stomach drop to his feet watching her vanish.
After what seemed like forever, Zevran heard her grunt as she landed, barely audible above the noise of the tides. "See?" She called. "Easy!"
Zevran glanced back at Taliesen. "Did you hear that, T? Easy."
"Shut the fuck up and move." Taliesen hissed, hands shaking as he tried to cling to the flat surface behind him. "I want off."
"As you wish," Zevran said and then shuffled ahead. It really wasn't very far and Rinna stood down below, hands on her hips, looking vindicated. He shouldn't have doubted her, she hadn't yet lead them astray. Zevran tensed his legs and jumped.
The fall was a bit farther than was comfortable, but he landed on solid rock, a huff forcing its way out of his lungs. Rinna leaned down and helped him up. They turned back to the ledge to look for Taliesen.
"Tali, you can do it!" Rinna called up to him. "Just six more steps!"
After a moment, they could see the top of his head and then his eyes. Zevran smiled at him and raised his arms. "T, just keep looking at us!"
Taliesen held their gazes and scuttled forward. He closed his eyes and let out a breath and then finally jumped.
They rushed forward and caught him, holding him tightly in their arms until he stopped shaking.
"Easy, just like you said." Taliesen said, his arms around their shoulders.
[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders.
HIIII! So, I went angst with this 🫣 I hope you don't mind. THANK YOU for the prompt I had fun~ 💜
for @dadrunkwriting | divider credit
G | 289 words | CWs: murder mention
It was raining in Antiva City. Zevran sat forlornly on the edge of the balcony, watching the waters of Rialto Bay thrash in chaos.
He heard the door to into the apartment open behind him. He didn't want to think about how empty it felt now that it was just the two of them.
Taliesen sighed and draped a cloak over Zevran's shoulders before sitting down next to him, another cloak over his own body. They sat quietly together for a while, the only sound was the pouring rain.
"It'll be okay, you know," Taliesen finally said, voice barely more than a whisper. "So you can stop moping any time now."
Zevran blinked and looked down at his hands, starting to prune from being out in the rain so long. He didn't speak.
Taliesen huffed. "You've never been this broken up about anyone else before."
"She was our third, Tali," Zevran hissed, using her pet name for him in an attempt to melt his frozen heart. "She didn't have to die."
"She did for the Grandmaster to get his place as Talon," Taliesen retorted.
"Fuck the Grandmaster!" Zevran spat back. He leapt to his feet, pointing a hand in Taliesen's face. "You, yourself, always told me it would be the three of us leading a house. Together." He shook his head and looked down at Taliesen with disgust. "And you still slit her throat."
Taliesen glared back up at him. "I can tell Eoman you're questioning his order." He growled out.
Though he didn't let it show on his face, a thrill of panic seared its way down Zevran's spine. He snapped the cloak to his side and walked away. He couldn't help but feel like something between them had torn completely.
howdy and happy dadwc! how about "this... isn't my bed." for the crowlycule (zev/rinna/taliesin)?
Thank you both!!! @megthemariner I decided to combine these two for a fun little morning after fill ☺️
for @dadrunkwriting
T | 380 words | CWs: implied alcohol use, implied sexual content
Context: Rinna, Zevran, and Taliesen after a job well done, probably in their early 20s.
Rinna blearily opened her eyes, blinking through the crusty bits in the corners. Her head throbbed and her stomach rolled as she scanned the room. It took her a moment to realize that her head was at the foot of the bed.
She wiggled her fingers and toes, finally realizing she was in a pile of bodies, still warm and pliant in sleep. She lifted her head to find Zevran's face, breathing softly as he slept on her chest.
That would make it Taliesen beneath her then.
A wave of affection washed over her. She hated the thought of disturbing them, especially when they were sleeping so soundly, but she needed the chamber pot. Now.
Rinna shifted her body, finding more crusty spots around her body than just her eyes, shifting her hips off of Taliesen. Zevran's face scrunched toward the middle of his face and his eyes fluttered open. He groaned, head probably throbbing as much as hers, but one of his hands came up to cup one of her breasts.
"What's the hurry in getting up?" Zevran croaked, snuggling his head furthur against her other breast. "You make such a great pillow."
Rinna gave a small sigh and ran her fingers through his hair. "I appreciate that, but if you don't get off of me, we will all be sorry. And wet."
Zevran pushed out his bottom lip and gazed off to the side as if he were actually considering that possibility. Rinna laughed at him and gently pushed at his shoulder. "Go!"
He sighed dramatically and rolled off of her, flopping back down on top of Taliesen, making the other man groan. Rinna pushed herself up and put her feet on the floor, one hand going to her head as the room spun. Maker, was she still drunk?
She looked around again and froze. "Wait, this isn't my room." She turned to look at the boys. "This isn't my bed."
"Mmm, no, my dear," Zevran said, voice still rough.
"We're still at the inn." Taliesen supplied, voice muffled from his face being smashed against the mattress.
"Riiiight," Rinna said, last night's revelries swimming to the front of her mind. "Never doing this again."
Zevran chuckled as he cuddled into Taliesen. "That's what you said last time, too."
