#cuervocanto

@cuervocanto (I forgot the meme this belongs to but x_x)

He paused. "Oh,"

Maybe that was to be expected. He might benefit from considering that Leliana and Zevran were acquaintances--so he probably knew a handful of things whether he'd actually asked or not. He'd heard she used to be quite the talker some years ago, nowadays she kept to herself so much that it concerned him.

"Try not to get too excited." Atreion let the balcony door swing shut behind him, cutting off both the cold wind and the hum of conversation in the courtyard below. "I just couldn't bear to stay a minute longer."

The Inquisitor definitely wasn't dressed for scaling walls, his velvet sleeves torn and hair coming loose from its elegant coiffure, but he seemed far more pleased to be in an assassin's chambers than one should rightly be. No, not pleased: relieved. Atreion had the air of a man who had just run for his life.

As it turned out, Zevran was not quite quiet enough when it came to the walk of shame. Creators only knew why - he was an assassin, for fucks sake. If his stories were to be believed he could kill a man mid-coitus and be gone before the sheets had cooled. And yet, he managed to knock not one, but two of Atreion's possessions to the floor, clothes in arms and looking like a cornered Halla.

Honestly, Atreion didn't know whether to laugh or shake his head.

questions for writers ll accepting : )

What is the one thing you’re the proudest of in your writing?

I think without a doubt one of things I am the proudest of is the way I write characters. I love writing morally grey villains/heroes who are completely flawed and fuck up all the time. I often feel like the characters I write really push the plot a lot harder than my world building which could evidently use more work.

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“ Is this okay? ”

For a split second, Atreion hesitated. Was this okay? They had gone back and forth on this so many times, want and chemistry warring with insecurities and some truly daft attempts at nobility. In truth they were both about as stable as a three-legged bronto, and sex could either strengthen or ruin this odd excuse for a relationship they had. And yet... Zevran’s amber eyes were kind, perhaps even a little nervous, the question utterly sincere. He was a damn mess, but he was a damn mess who cared and was downright beautiful to boot. They knew they both wanted this.

Who were they really kidding, by continuing to beat around the bush?

Atreion smiled, stepping out of Zevran’s embrace for just a moment. But instead of fleeing, he instead reached for the lacings of his breeches and, before he could second-guess himself, shimmied out of the lot leaving him as naked as his nameday.

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So, what is your plan after all of this is over? Do you ever think you can go back to a normal life?

“ Honestly, I’ve been asked that rather a lot, so at this point it’s not so much invasive as annoying. So, perhaps a six. If we’re talking unpleasant talking points, however, that’d rank much higher.