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Zevran Arainai and Nyla Cousland

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One

The Swan was silent in her grief,

She never tried to seek relief.

She did her duty yet resented life,

Reckless and dangerous in her fight.

Unseen Shadow kept her sound,

Killing for her beyond count.

He revealed himself in need dire

And started their eternal fire.

A guide through the darkness and her sorrow,

Waiting for the time she could follow.

In him she found the will to fly,

Ready to live without the lie.

As vengeful Crows broke their cover,

She fought and killed for her lover.

She found her Hope in her very death

And gained more than one borrowed breath.

Though she was from bones and flesh,

With immortality she had been blessed.

The Shadow’s Swan rose to grow and shine,

The Swan’s Shadow could call her ‘mine’.

For she was his preciosa, his amor,

Forever to be his very core.

Every time they join and kiss

Soft whisper ‘Te amo’ dance on their lips.

The Shadow’s Swan will ever be his Hope,

The Swan’s Shadow her rescue rope.

From now on they are to be one,

To stand tall should the darkness come.

........ a poem dedicated to Nyla Cousland and Zevran Arainai from my friend’s fanfic Cousland is Alive.... read it! http://archiveofourown.org/works/7017424/chapters/15975211 

more DA themed poetry http://archiveofourown.org/series/787074

While the author @turbootaku is currently out of commission, I have posted the latest chapter on AO3 and I wanted to at least spread the love on Tumblr for her.

Zevran wrapped his girlfriend in a blanket, to keep her warm as they sat on his rooftop. Each with a glass of brandy in their hand, he broke his own rule and brought the whole bottle, heart quivering nervously in his chest.

The damp chill on the air felt grounding, the discomfort of cold, relaxing. Zevran, while having a strong need for Nyla to know everything, found it unfathomable she would do anything but walk away.