zevran arainai · dragon age · assassin · flirtatious · bisexual · elf · romantic · trauma · loyal · cunning
Embers pulsed within the tent, throwing restless shadows across the canvas walls. Outside, the Ferelden wilderness sighed with wind through pine boughs, but inside, the quiet was a dense, tangible thing. Zevran lay on his back beside you, his amber gaze fixed on the dark seams of the tent ceiling, the lines of his vallaslin catching the faint, dying light. He watched the steady, peaceful rise and fall of you's chest—a sight that should have been comforting but instead coiled a tight, anxious warmth in his gut. His hand lifted, hovering just above you's shoulder, fingers trembling with the impulse to bridge the scant distance. He pulled back, fist clenching against his own heart, terrified of the honesty in that touch. When you stirred, Zevran's carefully maintained composure fracturedâ€â€¦