#(it's time.)

to stumble upon the seemingly only other resident of thedas had been a lucky coincidence in unlucky circumstances, something the inquisitor is intimately familiar with.

this had become somewhat of a ritual since he settled, as much as one can settle, near zevran's home. there aren't as many houses here, the quiet of nature still preserved. his legs warmed by the campfire in front of them, he laughs and takes another bite of his meal.

' she had better things to say about you than she did morrigan. '

leliana had come up in their conversations frequently. she's the one who had told him of zevran in the first place, what cemented the trust between them before suspicion could get in the way. the gods are kind like that, and so is leliana.

' i've always trusted her council. she's a valuable advisor. and a good friend. ' earnest words that she's heard a dozen times before, so he has no shyness sharing them with zevran. the elf sat down next to him rather than across the campfire this time, putting them closer together. iloren can't say that he minds— it's comfortable. even when the anchor starts aching in his hand from the day's hunt, he only absentmindedly flexes his fingers, distracted by the company.

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- @the-grandline-bartender

... Penguin. Show me the posts. It's time.