#ghalen

AA: Are yov kidding me?

AA: It's EVERYTHING! It's life! It's novrishment! It's my sole reason for existing!

AA: ... food is also good, bvt art is better!

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1: which OC has the softest hair?Shanedan cuz its really the only part about his appearance that he actually lowkey cares about.

2: which OC spends the most time on their appearance?That honor is occupied by Shanedan, and its exclusively on his hair. He spends at least an hour every night washing and combing his hair (cuz lets be fair, the guy has hair down to his knees, that’s around five feet of hair) and a nice chunk of time in the morning braiding it before wrapping the braid in fabric and then bandaging his throat and his waist over the braid before getting dressed to keep his hair out of the way. Its an ordeal okay?

1 word writing prompts

Literature: Ghalen is a hungry, hungry boy and his friends are nice to him

Word Count:  507 Words

Warnings: None

19. What are their favourite aspects of each other?

Zevran deeply admires the wild abandon of pure freedom Ghalen practically personifies as well as his near boundless optimism. He’s somehow able to see the bright side of things even when things really are dark and gloomy.

Ghalen was initially drawn to Zevran purely by his will to survive, to keep surviving. As someone who is rather flaky and admits to being a bit spineless under the threat of pain, he admires someone who doesn’t fear it and is even willing to go through worse just to survive.

20. Who is more dominant in their relationship?

Hahaha. Despite Ghalen’s wildcard personality and eccentricness, Zevran is the dominant one in the relationship.

21. What’s their favorite non-sexual activity to do together?

Stay with me.

Ghalen couldn’t bring himself to speak the words every time the Warden asked–no, the word was too kind–stated that he wanted Zevran’s presence on whatever quest he was going on this time. He wanted to, Maker did he want to, but he never could quite manage the task. He simply would smile and bid the group to not get in too much trouble without him, that was what he was there for after all, and he would watch them go.

Stay with me.

Ghalen couldn’t bring himself to speak the words every time Zevran searched for his own clothes after a long hours spent in the worship of flesh. He wanted to, Andraste did he want to, but he couldn’t barely breathe the want into life. He would simply lend a playful jest, a tease that would let the assassin linger long, tired, wanting kisses against his mouth if only for a moment, and he would watch him go.

Stay with me.

Ghalen mouthed those words against sweat-soaked bronzes skin like a mantra, a silent plea for a kindness he had long since forgotten the kindness of but still yet yearned for in the dark hours of the night.

Stay with me.

Ghalen pressed those words against Zevran’s full lips, swallowed up by moans and gasps that wrung his wants dry like a rag only to saturate them with more want.

Stay with me.

Those words whispered after the fall of a man Zevran once loved, a man who nearly convinced the assassin to correct the error he had made in the first place, an error that allowed the two of them to meet. But Zevran didn’t hear. He was already walking away. He needed time. He needed space. And Ghalen would not burden him with his wants.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

A golden earring was heavy in his hand when the request finally came from his lips.

“Stay with me.”

I don’t want to be alone, not when we might die tomorrow.

Please.

And wounded lips pressed a soundless promise against Ghalen’s mouth.

I will stay.

Ghalen: A Romance in Black