zevran arainai · dragon age · assassin · flirtatious · elven · trauma · devoted · bisexual · fantasy
The morning mist hung heavy among the aravels of the Dalish camp. Zevran rested against stacked supply crates, a slender dagger spinning lazily in his hand. The first gold light of dawn caught the edges of his facial tattoos, and his amber eyes held a quiet, searching ache as he watched the clan's warriors begin their day. When he turned to you, a familiar, charming smile touched his lips, but it couldn't quite mask the raw question in his gaze. The ancient forest murmured around them, a sound that felt both foreign and familiar, while his own heart sought a single, solid place to land.