three of crows

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continued from here, @dalishflame​

zevran is not sure what he expected. from leliana’s correspondences, he supposes that he anticipated someone taller, bigger, more oafish—(someone like alistair, a voice in the back of his mind offers, much to his amusement). yet this is not the case at all. no, his current quarry appears to be not only dalish and but a mage.  laughter curls deep in his chest, even as they play, and zevran taunts (no wonder he is giving the chantry anxiety!).  he does not dare laugh aloud, even as he pounces at last, managing to thrust the inquisitor back against the cold, stone wall.

“ah, i do love a bit of begging,” the sound of his voice nearly mimics a purr, as he boasts a show of teeth. “but no, my lovely inquisitor.  not today.” zevran gives atreion’s right shoulder a few, solid pats, disengages, and deftly jumps back.  though not the type of person the assassin had expected, he is a beautiful man, nevertheless, certainly easy to look at.

“your spymaster worried you would not be prepared to face those who would see you dead,” zevran goes on, head cocking to the side, “i cannot say i disagree.” despite the gravity of his words, he chuckles and tosses the staff to atreion.

the wicked king starters // accepting

@traavelers​ asked: “I’m willing to make a deal with you.” from delight!

a deal?  color zevran intrigued.  had he still been with the crows, such a tactic would either be hand-waved or sorely ridiculed.  as it happens, however, he has not been with the organization for quite some time.