#m!surana

[merrillapologist]

new type of guy just dropped

his name is gavriel surana and he’s sopping wet and also my canon warden now. awful. he romances the architect <3

id in alt text

#dragon age origins #dragon age awakening #grey warden #warden surana #m!surana #dragon age #dao #dragon age oc #my art #oc: gavriel surana

[jadewing-realms]

Playing Origins again so obviously I'm back on my zevwarden bs

#dragon age #dragon age origins #zevran x m!warden #zevran x warden #zevran x surana #zevran arainai #zevran romance #zevran x salem #salem surana #i need to draw salem more often honestly #why is zevs tattoo hard to get right tho #its so simple #maybe i just suck at straight curvy lines #myart #dao #zevwarden

[icy-warden]

ZevWarden Week 2023 Day2: Secrets, Kept and Told

“So… blood magic.” Zevran’s voice is soft but his eyes are not. Vergil lazily blinks at him, sipping at his drink.

“Mind control. Is it possible?”

“Have you ever done that?” 

An unspoken question is what Vergil hears in between the lines. He unhurriedly swallows the mouthful of wine, a pleasant glide of dry sweetness in his throat and closes his eyes. His knee touches Zevran’s thigh when he shifts, their sides plastered to each other. He can feel Zevran’s ribcage expand and collapse as he’s breathing. Vergil rests his chin on his shoulder, lips ghosting over the skin of his neck. 

“Would you like to see for yourself?” 

He quietly delights in the shudder his murmur elicits, hiding his dark chuckle in the warmth of Zevran’s collarbone. The hand on his side tightens, bringing him closer.

Not away.

Ah.

Interesting. Quite a marvel, his crow. 

So brave. So curious.

“You’d like that?” He whispers along his ear, teeth grazing his pulse point, “Be on my mercy, entirely, as you’re not able to move, to scream without my permission? Surrender yourself and trust that your mind is still your own after I’m done with you?”

Zevran’s throat moves under his lips as he swallows, “That’s a little bit... disturbing.”

“It is, isn’t it.” Vergil leans away, hearing the slight shudder of Zevran’s breath when he does so. Still, Zevran holds his gaze, squeezing back when Vergil lets their fingers intertwine. His thumb brushes the delicate skin of Zevran’s wrist, feeling the bumpy lines of thin veins. Feeling the rush of blood just under the pad of his finger, silent call of life begging to be used as he sees fit. It would be easy to fall for the allure it offers. It would be easy to take and take and take. To take and manipulate. 

It would be easy. The power rush, the thrill, the pleasure.

It is a path he doesn’t want to follow. Not with how twisted it can become. So easily.

He still remembers the screams of mages who were tortured under Uldred. Jerky movements of those under influence of the mind control, their faces contorted into a grimace as they followed the orders of their master. Glassy looks when their puppet strings have been cut. Living corpses without souls left behind, their minds destroyed beyond recognition. Sacrifices, for the better good.

“The yoke must be released, whatever the cost.”

He would never risk Zevran’s mind to be violated like that. Not by his hand. Not by anyone’s hand. Not until he still is by his side.

“I hate to disappoint, but no.” Vergil murmurs, watching Zevran’s eyes gleam under the candle light. “It’s too dangerous to just plunge into one’s mind without damage. I had no time to experiment and I do not wish to. It’s just… too much, even if I’m curious how it works.”

For a few heartbeats, Vergil doesn’t move, maintaining some space between them. His shoulders lose some tension when Zevran flips their hands, draping himself over Vergil’s side. The touch is relaxed and welcome.

“So,” Zevran says, tone low, “it’s still the good old rope that comes to play when I’d wish to be under your utter mercy?”

Vergil briefly closes his eyes, tilting his head back when Zevran kisses a spot under his jaw, a hint of tongue only warning before his lips close over the skin and suck. He can’t help his next words be a little breathy.

“If you wish so, yes.”

There are also a few spells that can be handy, ones that he finds himself to be eager to discuss with Zevran some time soon.

#ZevWarden Week 2023 #fanfic #secrets #ZevWarden #Zevran x m!Warden #Zevran x Surana #blood magic #drinking #Vergil Surana #WardenTxt #Grey Warden #Dragon Age

[swansong-art]

So I ran away with a conversation about the topic on Twitter, and doodled some of my headcanons about elf anatomy, specifically in comparison to humans.

#art #Dragon Age #elf #anatomy #Cullen Rutherford #Zevran Airanai #Fenris #Merrill #Anders #Sparrow Hawke #Aetir Surana #Aellai Surana #Fiori Tabris #Maenfen Tareth #cullen x inquisitor #fenris x m!hawke

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

them

got the templates from here!

and a bonus millie doodle

#dragon age #art #dao #da2 #dai #warden surana #m!hawke #inquisitor trevelyan #3 mages. what will they do (commit warcrimes)

[antivan-beau]

candied orange peels ch 2 - ghosts

Zevran/Male Surana, M, 5263 words

"It's funny," Edric mused, "for almost all of my life, I’d watch storms from the Tower imagining what it'd be like to be outside. And now being indoors while it's raining feels like a luxury." Zevran pressed a lingering kiss against his neck. "One it would be foolish to take for granted, hmm?" That was enough to shake Edric from his thoughts and stir something in the pit of his stomach. Mornings with a real bed, no obligations, and deafening rain were rare. The feeling of Zevran’s skin against his own soothed an ache he'd tried to ignore during his lover's absence. It was easy to miss him. But, well. Missing him was the problem. Where did you go? Edric gently pulled away, turning back towards the bed. "Not right now," was all he could say.

Read on AO3.

For Zevwarden Week 2023 - Day 2: “Secrets, Kept and Told.” @zevraholics

The follow-up conversation to a missing scene/fix-it fic I wrote ages ago where Zevran and Taliesen meet up in Denerim and talk about a few things, rather than have their first encounter be the ambush in the alleyway.

Edric and Zevran finally get to talk through some things, too.

#zevwarden week 2023 #zevran x m!warden #zevran x surana #fanfic #secrets #my fic #edric surana #zevran

[maleficarwarden]

ZevWarden Week 2023 Day 2 – Secrets, Kept and Told

Pairing: Zevran/Nellan Surana (M/M). Set during origins, during the search for Andraste's Ashes. This is actually a chapter in a work-in-progress fic (currently stuck in a chronologically earlier moment, so this chapter has not been published yet, but just in case here is the fic on ao3), but it fit the prompt so well that I decided to post it anyway. A lot of involvement of other main characters as well in the first half (primarily Sten, Alistair, and Morrigan). Some angst, somewhat hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 2890 words

Content Warning: blood, blood magic, consequences of self-harm for the purposes of blood magic. Brief mentions of lethal danger/possible death, brief mentions of suicidality (no details, whether or not it is present is left ambiguous), and swearing, of course.

Summary: Secrets come to light. Nellan really should have known he wouldn't be able to keep this to himself forever, but did it really have to be revealed at the worst moment possible? At least the damage control is about as successful as it can be, even if that isn't much.

“A weapon breaks if you consistently use it past its capacity.”

Sten's stern expression differed little from the one he wore at all other times except when having baked goods in front of him. His eyebrows were pinched a little more with worry, whether the worry was for his well-being or the integrity of their mission, Nellan did not know. Did not have it in him to ask or think about it. All he wanted was to fall into his bedroll and sleep.

It had been some time since he last collapsed in battle like that. He had been good about knowing his limits and managing himself. Didn't need others to know about how much he was constantly risking, after all. Not even Alistair, nor Morrigan knew. And he really didn't want to be there when Wynne found out.

However, for all his exhaustion and apprehension of what Sten might mean, he straightened his back and smiled at the warrior tiredly. It did not have the desired effect, instead making Sten's eyebrows to knit even closer.

“What do you mean, Sten?”

“A broken weapon is useless. If you insist on using yourself as a weapon, take care of yourself as you would your weapon. Your body and mind will not stand such mistreatment for long. How will you defeat the Archdemon then?”

“Thank you for your input,” Nellan's voice sounded more tired and bleak than irritated, and this only gave his companions further pause. The camp seemed to settle into an expectant silence, listening to their exchange. He was damned if he had to deal with it now. The next day, sure, but later.

“The magicks you use are already dangerous enough to be bordering on foolish. You do yourself no favours by pushing yourself past your capabilities. And I have no wish to slay you if it can be avoided, kadan.” Sten pressed. Nellan rubbed his forehead tiredly.

“I've heard you. I need time to consider what you've said.” He was planning to go to his tent and fall into blissful, hopefully dreamless, sleep. The nightmares had been getting more and more frequent as of late even without the one that was interrupted by the ambush earlier, and all he wanted was to rest.

Sten nodded curtly but seemed to be satisfied enough with his answer to leave it well enough alone. Thank–

“What are you talking about, Sten?” Alistair sounded concerned. Fuck. Shit. Not now, not now, Nellan thought, squeezing his eyes shut and asking the Maker he did not believe in to spare him from this discussion now...

He should have known better than to think Sten might be so considerate as to withhold the information from their companions when asked directly.

“I was asked to slay the Warden if he becomes an abomination. Today he collapsed in battle from using blood magicks. Whether this carelessness is driven by stupidity or a death wish, I am unsure.” Nellan looked at Sten, catching his intense stare that did not falter once. He was not looking at Alistair even as he explained the situation but directly at the mage. Nellan bit the inside of his cheek until he was sure it was going to bleed.

“Blood... blood magic?” Alistair's voice was barely above a whisper. “Nellan...”

“You do know that consorting with demons is very foolish, do you not? 'Tis an easy way to find yourself possessed by one and make Sten here slaughter you on the spot.” Morrigan allowed an annoyed tone to carry the statement, even if her worry was not entirely obscure.

“I am well aware, thank you,” Nellan sighed tiredly, quickly getting irritated. He had kept it a secret for a reason, and he was not willing to deal with his companions' concerns at the moment. He needed rest, not an intervention.

Whatever he wanted to say next, died on his tongue when he caught sight of Zevran. The assassin looked more apprehensive than Nellan had seen him in a long time. It seemed he fought not to let his emotions show on his face and was ready to run any moment. He wouldn't look Nellan in the eyes. The mage took a careful step towards him...

“You can't be serious about this, can you?” Alistair's voice seemed particularly jarring and irritating then, even before he stepped to stare at Nellan. The mage tried to step past him but his arm was instantly caught with a hand. “Nellan, why would you resort to blood magic of all things if you know it can kill you?”

“Alistair,” Nellan said, distracted, as he tried to look past the upset hunk of an ex-templar demanding explanations. He managed to get a glimpse of the spot behind him. Zev wasn't there anymore. Deflating, the mage focused on the situation at hand. “If you haven't noticed, there are about a thousand other things that will kill me sooner. The situation is rather desperate.” He looked his friend in the eyes, seeing the feelings of hurt, betrayal, and disbelief. He steeled himself for what would no doubt follow. “We are not in a position to avoid using the resources at our disposal. You saw the archdemon too, did you not? How can you stand there and tell me that it's not necessary when you've seen what awaits us? When you, yourself, have been so injured in fights that you can't stay conscious anymore?”

“It's not–”

“It might not be the exact same thing but it's close enough,” Nellan cut him off. “I'm careful when I can be. Sten and I have had the deal made so that I am little to no threat to all of you. I would not get the opportunity to hurt any of you.”

“What about yourself?!” Alistair's voice went almost shrill.

“For once, I must agree with Alistair,” Morrigan pitched in, receiving a surprised but grateful look from the Grey Warden. “You are risking yourself needlessly, Nellan. Is it not Grey Wardens' duty to see to the archdemon's defeat? If so, you ought to weigh the risks of what you do far more carefully.”

“Even if I die, Alistair is still here. He's the son of King Maric, he's the one Ferelden needs more,” Nellan could not understand their sudden reluctance to accept his decisions. Everyone in the group knew they could die any day, it was never this big a concern. He noticed Leliana heading towards her tent, her eyes watery, as if she was silently crying. Fuck. What had he done...?

“Do you hear yourself?! Nellan, if you died, I...” Alistair hiccuped. Nellan looked at him again. He wasn't crying, not quite. At least that was a win. “I don't know what I would do. You cannot risk yourself like that! You're the only other Warden left! You can't leave me like this.”

Nellan sighed, lifting his hand to rest on Alistair's shoulder in a comforting gesture.

“I'm sorry. I truly am. If it's any comfort, I do not think me becoming an abomination is a significant risk; I know not to trust spirits nor demons in the Fade. What I asked Sten to do was a contingency plan. And I do not use blood magic when it is not necessary. There is a reason you did not know I did so; it is a rare occurrence. I can promise to be more careful, as I am not in a rush to die, but I can hardly do more than that.”

Alistair nodded curtly. He seemed calmer now, more thoughtful.

“Okay. Okay,” he repeated, as if he did not know what else he could say.

“Alright. If you want to talk more about it, we can talk tomorrow. For now excuse me while I find Zev.” Nellan made his way past Alistair, heading into the forest, throwing a momentary glance around. Morrigan did not look happy but she did not look more upset than usual. Sten was sat at the fire, sharpening Asala. He did not spare Nellan a glance. Wynne was nowhere to be found but upon hearing quiet conversation from Leliana's tent, he assumed she was there. He did not relish the thought of what her lecture the next day would be like. Overall, no one was quite happy with the situation but any potential crisis was largely averted. Good. With that, he stepped into the shadows of the forest surrounding them.

Snow creaked under his feet as he stepped further and further. He really did need to ask Zev or Leliana to give him some stealth tips. Not that it was usually much of a concern but the skills could definitely prove useful. He walked with purpose, looking around as he headed to the spot Zev and he had discovered recently. There was a river in the forest, with a little waterfall coming from under a thick layer of ice. Zev seemed fascinated with it, his homeland not having snow almost at all. That was the first place Nellan would think to look for him.

Once he was at the edge of the rushing river, ice slowly forming as the water went farther, he stopped and looked around carefully. There was no sight of Zev save for some barely-there footsteps in the snow. He hoped they belonged to the assassin, anyway.

“Zev?” he said, quietly, even a whisper seeming too loud in the silence of the forest. There was a moment's pause before he heard a soft crunch of snow to his side. He snapped his head in the direction of the sound only to find Zev, straightening his knees. Nellan's gaze lifted above Zev's head where there was a wobbling sturdy branch. He looked back at Zev and nearly flinched at the lack of usual warmth found in his face. Although he couldn't really fault him for that, he supposed. Nellan waited in silence for a few moments, and when he got no verbal answer, he pressed, “I think we might need to talk about this.” He didn't want to, and he was sure as much was obvious in his face and voice; he wanted things to calm down and go back to how they had been before everyone found out. But that wasn't exactly possible. So damage control it was.

Zev sighed, his unreadable expression giving way to a sadder one.

“Very well. Let us talk.”

Nellan bit his tongue at the curtness in Zevran's words. He supposed he deserved it. But it still hurt.

“Okay. I guess I'll start. I have never – and would never – use blood magic outside of combat. I have used it to incapacitate someone in battle, but–”

Zev shook his head and looked at the snow at his feet, with an exhale and a sad smile.

“I am not altogether concerned about your use of blood magic, Nellan.” Oh. Not even my dear Warden? Oh this was serious. “I would hold little if any moral ground in that argument.” Before Nellan could protest, Zev shook his head again. “I cannot say I am pleased that you are risking yourself unnecessarily, however.”

“Oh.” Nellan blinked in surprise. He would expect that from Alistair, who was just like that about these things. Didn't like to make sacrifices, didn't believe that sometimes the ends justified the means. But Zev– Well. It meant something different, coming from him. “I... I wouldn't call it unnecessary. I only use it when I see no other way.”

“I know.” Zev still wouldn't meet his eyes. “Perhaps it is not my place to comment.”

“No, speak if you have something to say,” Nellan tried reaching out to put his hand on Zev's shoulder but paused at the last moment, fingers fluttering above armour for a few moments before curling into a loose fist. “I value your opinion,” he finished, feeling even more out of place as he lowered his hand to his side.

Zev looked up at him, his gaze a little curious and somewhat apprehensive. When he started speaking again, he did so slowly, as if thinking through his choice of words as thoroughly as possible.

“You have a tendency of not delegating even the simplest tasks, Nellan. And when you say that risking yourself like that is necessary, I have to wonder whether it truly is. Or whether it is a clever excuse to eventually... take advantage of these risks.”

“What do you...?” And then it clicked. “You think... my irresponsibility is because I'm trying to die?” Zev just shrugged in response.

“I've seen less obvious ways of going about it. It does not seem impossible. But my larger point is,” he frowned, pausing momentarily, “that I have no wish to see you dead. In fact, I would prefer to avoid that if at all possible.”

He was clearly toeing around what he wanted to say, like he did when an emotion proved too big for him to comfortably admit to it. But to Nellan, his face said what he needed to know. It rather shocked him, too. He never expected for his life to matter all that much, not aside from what he could do. And while he was certain, the primary value of him staying alive for Zevran was the possibility of getting away from the Crows entirely, there was... something in his voice that suggested it went deeper than that. Whether that was true or it was his imagination, Nellan was not willing to bring up the subject. He didn't know if trying to would hurt Zev or himself more. Instead, he sighed and nodded.

“Very well. I will try to delegate more at all times I see fit. I'll try to watch myself more carefully when I do resort to blood magic and try to use it less. Would that... worry you less?”

“It's not nec–” Zev seemed to catch himself before he had the chance to start assuring Nellan that it was entirely unnecessary to assuage his discomfort. “Yes. I suppose it would.” He took in a breath, seemingly changing his mind just before he got a chance to speak. Instead, he smiled a little tensely at Nellan.

“Is there something else?” Nellan ventured, his hand twitching where it was hanging limply at his side. Zev shook his head in response.

“Shall we head back to camp?” Zevran asked, reaching out to grasp Nellan's forearm with his fingers. Nellan couldn't help his sharp inhale and tensing jaw, even as Zev looked at him intently. “What's wrong?” he frowned, letting his fingers fall away from the arm he was trying to hold.

“It's, uh.” Nellan bit his lower lip before slowly rolling his sleeve up. Just past his wrist, his forearm was littered with new small and shallow cuts, surrounded with streaks of dry blood. Zev stared in silence at the sight for a few moments. Once he noticed Nellan's nervous expression, he carefully put his hand under Nellan's elbow, supporting the arm.

“Will you allow me to wash the blood off?” Zev asked, his voice soft and not betraying any particular emotion. Nellan nodded mutely, for fear his voice might shake if he spoke. It felt very... intimate, even the suggestion itself, and he was unsure of how to understand or accept such care. He was unsure of how he felt about it, too, but he would not in his right mind refuse.

Zev nodded in response, grabbing his waterskin and a piece of linen for improvised bandages from his belt. He uncorked the waterskin with his teeth and poured a little water onto the folded linen. With careful movements, Zev ran the cloth over Nellan's forearm. It stung when the cloth ran over the cuts, and Nellan bit his tongue, not unfamiliar with the sensation. Apparently, it showed in his body, since Zev looked up to give him a sympathetic smile that took the mage's breath away for a moment. The assassin ran the cloth with his dextrous fingers over unbroken skin instead then, lightly wiping away what he could.

Soon, there was no dry blood clinging to Nellan's skin. There was only clean skin and cuts, some still weeping clear fluid but mostly settled. Zev let go of Nellan's arm to put the cork back into the waterskin and hang the bloodied cloth back on his belt. Nellan cleared his throat and pulled the sleeve of his robes over his arm, feeling... something he could not really name.

“Thank you.” Despite heavy robes and near-darkness of the last moments of sunset surrounding them, he felt almost exposed. Zev shot him a curious glance but did not say anything, instead clipping the waterskin back to his belt.

“Well then. Shall we? If you're not too keen on asking Wynne to treat those for fear of getting a lecture, we could use a poultice to get them healed by morning.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” Nellan breathed out with a shaky smile. He was still feeling uncertain, unwilling to look too deeply into his emotions, as if they would break something should he examine them too closely. Nonetheless, he leaned forward to press a kiss to Zev's temple and with that, circled Zevran's fingers with his own and tugged him in the direction of camp. There was a small smile on Zev's lips as he followed, one Nellan did not see.

#zevwarden #zevwarden week 2023 #zevran arainai #zevran #zevran x m!surana #zevnellan #blood

[impossibletruths]

As a dedicated dwarf lover: you should play a brosca!!!!! It makes all the dwarf stuff SO much more interesting when you've got. Like. Personal Stakes!! Not the biggest fan of noble storylines in general lol, but if you really lean into the fucked up backstabbing of the aeducan stuff it's WAY more fun imo. Also SHALE!!!! SHALE'S STUFF AS A BROSCA IS SOOOO!!! ITS SOOOOOO!!!!!!!! 20/10 recontextualized the ENTIRE deep roads in the BEST way it's actually probably my favorite part of the game now

oooooooh good to know!!! I don't have any of the origins DLC so no shale for me but playing as a tabris has me seriously wanting to re-contextualize all this stuff as a brosca—that'll probably be my next playthrough

#or m!surana for a morrigan romance #tho I do like the noble storylines (I'm a basic f!cousland fan) so tbh would be into all the aeducan backstabbing from the inside #I just feel like it must be SO much better when it's literally your actual family #da lb #asked and answered

[periwinkle-warden]

Zevwarden Week 2022 Day 2: Gold

Zevran x male Surana

@zevraholics

Eirian sat in his lover's lap, gazing into his eyes. A blissful, sleepy smile on his face, his eyes just a bit foggy.

The liquor was getting to him.

"Enjoying the view, querido?"

Zevran leaned in to kiss his mage, the taste of peach brandy still fresh on their tongues.

He giggled in delight, nuzzling Zevran and leaning up to kiss his ear, the one pierced with his favorite earring.

"You're made of gold." He whispered, fondness in his voice.

"Am I now?" He quirked an eyebrow, lazily tracing a finger along the tattoos on the Warden's face.

"You are! Your hair, your eyes, your jewelry," he gently rested his head on Zevran's chest "and your heart…"

Zevran stiffened, going quiet for a moment before letting out a laugh.

"Are you usually so saccharine when drunk?"

Eirian didn't answer, already asleep on the other elf's chest.

#zevwarden week 2022 #fanfic #zevran x m!warden #gold #zevran arainai #zevwarden #eirian surana #not too happy with this cuz i had more elaborate stuff in mind that i couldn't execute properly or finish in time #this was originally going to be about Zevran stealing Eirian's phylactery for him

[merrillapologist]

gavriel hairstyle meme <3 funky little warden

#dragon age origins #dragon age #dao #dragon age inquisition #dragon age oc #warden surana #m!surana #grey warden #hairstyle meme #my art #oc: gavriel surana

[jadewing-realms]

This week is going way too slow but at least I'm learning to draw on my phone more. Have a slightly unhinged know-it-all.

Made using these lovely things.

#dao #dragon age #dragon age origins #circle mage #denerim elf #m!warden #surana #salem surana #zevwarden #zevleliem #poly!warden #zevran x salem x leliana #warden commander #character sheet #zevran x warden #lelianna x warden #marianchurchland #myart

[trans-ruffboi]

A Hundred Days, Just Like This

everybody listen to A Hundred Days by the Bengsons

282 words

Zevran wasn't doing anything special; just sharpening a blade next to him. And maybe all these sharp objects so close to his torso should worry him, but then Zevran bit his lip a little and sat in such a way that the fire shined off him just so.

He was so beautiful sometimes that Renlin thought he might cry for it. Beautiful and shining and golden. And he got to have him, as long as Zevran let him.

"And why are you grinning at me so, Warden? Have I done something so dastardly?" Zevran was smiling at him; he loved it when Zevran smiled, sarcastic or anything. Anything for that sharp little glance of teeth, that laugh. Absolutely perfect, in every way.

He leaned over, a little close to the knife Zevran was still sharpening, but what did that matter, really? If he got cut he could fix it, and nothing like that was anywhere close to making it not worth it. He turned his face into Zevran's neck, where he was sharp and gleaming gold and utterly perfect.

He muttered into the juncture of Zevran's neck and shoulder, laying a brief kiss onto the mark he still saw from a night ago first. "I want a hundred days, just like this."

He got a laugh for it, like a bright light, just for him. "Just like this, Warden? With the darkspawn and the Blight at all corners?"

"If you were there? Yeah. Yeah, just like this." And maybe his voice still caught to say it, but he wanted to say it. He had to.

He meant it. Any amount of darkspawn was worth being out here, in the light, with Zevran.

#zevran arainai #zevran x m!warden #zevran x surana #renlin surana #dragon age origins #dragon age fic #my writing #dragon age #zevwarden #mzevwarden #zevran x male surana

[makerscockandballs]

oh fuck i need to retract that statement about Maison Surana doing the ritual lmfaoo he's trans. for a moment i lived in a world where trans men can get people pregnant 👍

#its the reason hes extra short. its how he got his name. so many other things. m an. #with for a moment i mean.... weeks. like since i finished origins really. #so either morrigan is such a capable witch she can make it work #or alistair had to #i just mashed buttons randomly in origins. not an optimal playthrough #maison surana

[viiisenyas]

I can't do big lady mods in DA sadly, so here. This is my Chasind warrior, Alondra (with my lil Surana in the background ehehehe)

#I'm gonna ship her with my m!Surana because I can #for reference she's 6'1 #she's not a goober like my tall boys #very serious and direct lol #lol Erin is just like 'my girlfriend can kick your arse!" #BIG LADY!

[danielnelsen]

hmmmm ok ive finished replaying awakening.

see...............my warden would definitely not kill the architect, but he'd also be smarter about it than you can be in-game. like, he wouldnt just let him go either. he'd insist that if they worked together it would be on the wardens' terms rather than the architect's, and maybe get utha to come with them when they fight the mother just to make sure the architect sticks around (assuming the mother cant also keep her away, idk). i cant account for every possibility just thinking about it on the spot, but he'd come up with something that's better than "yeah just go and keep doing what you're doing".

#personal #da #dao #like obviously with everything *i* know it'd be safer to just kill the architect #but a) alim doesnt know everything i know; and b) he doesnt have all the same morals and goals as i do #*alim = my warden (alim surana; default male elf mage name bc i hate coming up with names lmao im fine with the defaults) #and i know it wasnt quite 'just keep doing what you're doing' but yknow #he'd make sure the architect sticks around after fighting the mother #SOMEHOW #it's a little frustrating that they cant really explore what happens because you CAN kill him so he's potentially dead now #i mean maybe something happens in a later book. ive only read the first two so far #i know fiona shows up later so im sure the architect gets at least a mention...... but idk how deep that'll go #i also have a lot of thoughts about the architect's plans in the book and the game re: all the blood-related transformations #but i'll go into that later when ive thought about it a bit m #*more

[maleficarwarden]

ZevWarden Week 2022 Day 3 – Fights and Reconciliation

Pairing: Zevran/Nellan Surana (M/M), Rating: T. Set towards the end of origins main plot.

Summary: sometimes Nellan is a little too willing to fight for Zev’s comfort. Thankfully, misunderstandings between the two of them can be corrected.

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“You are already dead in my eyes, whoreson. Take care that I don't learn otherwise.”

Nellan's hand curled into a fist, his jaw tense as it could be. He had half a mind to leave a few burns on Ignacio's face, to remember him by, but a light touch to his elbow made him stop. He could feel how careful the touch was, almost hesitant. Fine. He wouldn't want to go against Zev's wishes but neither would he let anyone insult the assassin to his face. He relaxed his hand, instead assuming an open posture.

“I would appreciate it if you kindly apologised to my companion,” Nellan was smiling only with his mouth, his voice colder than he had ever used in front of his companions. He could see Ignacio's eyes narrow, jaw going tight even as his lips stretched in a sleazily arrogant manner. The mage knew him a snake by that expression, and instantly wanted to grab the man by his neck.

“I assure you I meant no offence. I am certain you have reasons for choosing to keep the company you do, Warden.”

Nellan ground his teeth, his smile likely resembling a snarl but not letting up. His voice was more serious, more forceful as he spoke.

“In that case you should have no trouble clarifying this unfortunate misunderstanding and apologising for how you misspoke.” He casually placed his hand on the handle of his sword to emphasise his point. Ignacio hummed, clearly irritated.

“I do apologise,” he spat out, inclining his head towards the Warden, not even glancing in Zevran's direction. That was fine.

“Thank you,” Nellan's tone grew no warmer. “We are done here.”

Looking Ignacio in the eyes, he released the scroll with a contract he held in his left hand. There was a clanking sound as it hit the floor, after which Nellan turned around and gestured to his companions to follow him, exiting the room without looking back. He hoped Ignacio would not be stupid enough to contact him again. Or do anything to retaliate against Zev.

He was still fuming as they exited the Gnawed Noble tavern but he knew the situation was not about him. So after carefully reminding Leliana that she needed to get more arrows and having Alistair happily volunteer to join her, he hung back with Zev.

“I'm sorry,” he said once their companions were safely out of earshot. Zev looked at him questioningly. Cautiously. “You've said it wasn't a good idea to go to this meeting; I should have listened.”

“All I said was you ought to be careful dealing with Ignacio,” Zev was smiling but something about him seemed distant.

“And I should have known better than go to a meeting that might give the Crows anything on you.”

Zev chuckled incredulously.

“What they wanted to know they would find out without anything that weasel could give them. That is not such a big concern.”

“Then...” Nellan bit his lip. Zev was being more distant than usual. Something was off about him, even though he couldn't quite figure out the exact reason for it. Perhaps, it was easier to ask than to wonder what he could have done wrong in that interaction. He sighed. “I see that you're bothered by something. I will give you space if you want. But if I can fix it or help somehow, I want to.”

Zev looked at him with a studying gaze. When Nellan's own stayed open, he finally spoke.

“If you are not comfortable with my background or what I represent, I would prefer to know. I cannot change it, and I do not like to fool myself in matters like these.”

That wasn't what Nellan was expecting.

“Of course I'm fine with your background. Where did that come from?” He questioned, his mind helpfully supplying the answer so he could reply to his own question. “Ah, I see. I could not stand by and let Ignacio speak to you...” he struggled to phrase his thoughts, “like that. I am–” he paused to collect his thoughts, looking at the ground. “I am fine with your background. What I am not fine with is people trying to belittle you for things you've had no control over.”

He looked up at Zev again, thoughtful golden eyes looking at him as if trying to assess whether what he had said was the truth. It did not take long, though, for Zev to shake his head with an amused smile.

“My dear Warden, I've heard far worse from far better people. It is not of notice.”

Nellan placed his hand on Zev's shoulder, fire in his words as he spoke.

“And I do not want you to have to hear it again. No matter how capable you are that you don't pay attention to such things, no one has a right to talk to you that way.”

“You have much more passion about this than I,” Zev chuckled, taking Nellan's free hand in his own and raising to brush a playful kiss over his knuckles. “But if that is how you wish to handle things, I will not stop you.”

“Okay,” Nellan was grinning, his fire melting away at the gesture of affection. He gave the assassin a quick peck on the lips before pulling away and releasing his shoulder. “Shall we go and check on Leli and Alistair?”

“Lead the way,” Zev smiled back at him. With a disorienting lightness to his heart, Nellan took off in the direction of Wade's Emporium, his companion following close by.

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