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     for a second, one that lasts far too long, theo perks up at their words. good boy, they say, and he can't help the immediate satisfaction that blooms in their chest.

     a beat passes, and their eyes narrow into slits. zevran tries and fails to hide a grin behind his hand, and though he doesn't actually laugh, theo can read playfulness loud and clear in the lines around his eyes. he briefly considers himself fortunate that he's human. they wouldn't have been able to prevent the wagging tail, wolf's ears going back, or the toothy grin spreading wide across a gray-flecked muzzle.

     “ that's not very funny. ” theo frowns, perhaps more severely than is warranted, as heat crawls up the back of their neck. they're not used to being embarrassed. “ you should know that calling me a good boy isn't going to make me do a trick. ”

" — Fastest way to make more enemies, that. " he says, addressing the darkness beyond where the bodies lie, a wry grin forming, amusement seeping in. He turns to face the hooded figure briefly silhouetted by another lightning flicker as the storm rages. Now here's someone the templars had not prepared for. Well, well... " Though I can't say I'm not glad to see you, Zevran. "

Earn his trust!

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➤ It's quite obvious to go for getting to know him and spending a lot of time with him to earn some kind of trust with Vasco. So, we're not going to really dive into that.

I've always talked about this.

The Nauts is a big chunk in Vasco's life. He basically knew them almost all of his life. The moment he could walk to where he is currently in life. They are his family. Sure, he has seen his fair shares of betrayal from some of them, though it never steer him away from loving and treating them as a family. So, harming one of them is not going to stir well with him. Even if it isn't your intentions, he will give a fair warning not to harm them. It's why he will provide ways to avoid getting into fights with them. Such as disguising yourself as one of them or just taking a step back and clearing your mind.

While you can insult them all you want, just know that's also not going to fly past Vasco either. He's going to say something about it, even if it isn't a lot. He's not going to think too much on insults since he is used to hearing all sorts of stuff about himself and about his fellow sailors all his life from outside mouths. At the same time, he's not going to sit back and allow someone to mouth off these tattooed sailors. He's not going to hold you on the best regards if you do insult them. Between insulting them and actually harming them, Vasco will say harming them will not earn you the best spots.

@arainaie : zev is 5'1 for the height meme 😌♥️

i’ll keep my nose clean. keep my mouth shut. i’ll even  -  you can write this down, you can quote me here  -  do my duty || @arainaie

"Wow-" Alistair drawls out the word with an amused little look, glancing at the assassin over his shoulder briefly, blindly holding his hand up so the branches of the trees won't hit either of them as they walk the long way through the underbrush with what will become a meager dinner of rabbit stew.

He doesn't mean to be condescending, because Alistair did truly want to trust Zevran. Funnily enough he thought Zevran might be more honestly than Leliana was... she was just a little too nifty with her archery skills.

"The Warden trusts you," Alistair stops, turning and facing Zevran head on, eyeing him for a moment before a warm hand claps them on the shoulder coupled with a large smile, "So I will too... it's the least I can offer you, some trust that is, since you're risking blight and limb." Alistair purses his lips a moment considering the man.

"And if the Crows want you dead now... well it's a lot harder to get through people who like you I suppose." Alistair adds as an errant thought, turning back to following the hunting trail back to their encampment.

‘well, z, it truly is very kind of you.’ lyanna fights the urge to roll her eyes at zevran, but the smile on her face is harder to contend with. they've made camp for the night, and she's dedicating the last few hours before what meagre rest she can find to cleaning and polishing her armor. as always, it is beyond her to gauge whether the elf is serious or jesting, and so she goes along with it as best as she can, despite her notable lack of skills in the realm of flirtation. ‘the release that i crave entails hacking viciously at a darkspawn, but let's hope that none can find their way into this grove until first light, at least.’ lyanna scrubs at a particularly stubborn fleck of blood on her breastplate, brows furrowing, lips thinning out as she grits her teeth. ‘a night of peaceful sleep sounds good, no?’ gray eyes look up briefly before her focus is diverted again. she wets her discolored cloth with more water and attacks the various stains on her armor with renewed determination. just then, a loud, unbroken noise interrupts the quiet of the evening. lyanna looks up at her companion and grins. ‘you hear that? sounds like alistair's snoring already.’

it's one of the memes from today idk

Bridgerton Starter Sentences (Accepting)