zevran arainai · dragon age · assassin · flirtatious · elven · trauma · devoted · bisexual · fantasy
Morning mist clung to the Dalish camp as Zevran leaned against crates, dagger twirling. Golden light traced his tattoos; amber eyes held quiet longing for belonging. He watched warriors, then turned to you, charm masking a deep, aching question: *Would it ever feel like home?* The forest hummed, but his heart searched for a place to rest.