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these are spicy! Answering for Slate Dekarios, Ghilara Lavellan, and Mara Tabris respectively....
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them? for Slate Dekarios
Gonna answer both parts of this question for Slate. For the first part, Slate was betrayed by her ex girlfriend/partner in crime (assassination and murder), Malus. Their relationship was already very toxic on both sides tbh, but as Slate was trying to move away from her darkness, Malus was digging in deeper. So Mal decided to sell Slate out for a position on the thieves guild leader, Nine Finger's personal guard, blackballing Slate from most of the guild.
Slate though has also betrayed a fair number of people though. TW for child death. For a while she and her childhood friend was in indentured servitude (read: slavery) as a teen. When trying to escape, Beth was captured. With few options available, Slate grabbed the 7 year old daughter of their captor, willing to exchange the daughter for her friend. The gambit didn't play out, and as Beth's throat was slit, Slate cut open the throat of the child.
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened? for Ghilara Lavellan
Now as a solasmance, there is an obvious answer. But I'm gonna go into Ghil's relationship to her parents instead.
Ghil had a really close relationship with her parents, especially with her father. Unlike the rest of the clan, they were not disappointed in her when she failed to live up to expectations as one blessed by Ghilian'ain, despite trying her best. They both died shortly before she came of age and recieved her vallaslin. This was the first time she had experienced real loss, and is the first time she feels alone (something she will start to feel much more in her future).
Because of their deaths, she abandoned the path of Ghilian'ain, and instead chose to follow the path of Falon'Din, guide to the dead. This forever created a rift between her and the rest of her clan, being seen as the chosen of the gods who failed to live up to her destiny. She misses her parents terribly, and struggles with how she still loves her clan, despite the rift between them (especially after the clan is all killed and she is even more alone).
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself? for Mara Tabris
Mara likes to pretend to be tough. However, she still has nightmares about being kidnapped by Vaughn. She replays the events of that day over and over in her sleep. She can see the blood splatter on the tiles as Nelaros dies. She ca feel the warm blood on her hands as she plunges the knife into Vaughn's neck, tasting iron on her throat. She deals with it by repressing her emotions!
She does eventually tell Zevran one night when he wakes her from her nightmare. At this point they're still in the stage of their relationship where they're fucking so they don't have to think about their trauma. However, her telling him about what happened and how it still affects her is probably the point where they progress to friends-with-benefits, rather than fuckbuddies, and start to properly trust each other.
Mara Tabris & Morrigan with the 6 of Cups for DWC! Happy Friday!
Thanks for the prompt! Had some fun with this one, Morrigan's speech patterns are just so interesting to work with! @dadrunkwriting
Six of Cups: nostalgia, reconnecting with people from the past, harmony for Mara Tabris & Morrigan
541 words.
“Hey Mog.” The witch turned, her face a storm of emotions that even Mara couldn’t read, eventually settling into a wry smile. “You know I hate that nickname.” Mara chuckled. “I know.” “Why are you even here? You cannot hope to gain anything here. You must know that your presence won’t stop me from doing what needs to be done,” on her last words, Morrigan tilted her head, eyes sweeping over the eluvian and the crackling energy that laid within it. Mara rolled her eyes, “I’m not here to stop you Morrigan.” “Oh then why are you here? Pray do tell? What possible reason could you be here; to get information from me? I won’t tell you where the child is except that he is safe and you will not find him.” “I don’t fucking care about any of that okay? Look, maybe its stupid, but I just wanted to see my friend one last time. I don’t know, share a drink or something for old times sake. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” The words visibly rattled Morrigan, and she stared at Mara just blinking before she spoke again. “Truly? That is- that is all you wish?” Mara snorted, “yes, that and to see if you needed any help, but honestly, I’m not even sure I could begin to understand what is going on with that thing,” she said, gesturing to the portal. “Whatever will you do without me there to explain all the magical things you come across in your journey?”
“You would definitely have been able to prevent the ‘great wraith escapade’ as Zev calls it.” “Very well, pour me a glass. One last drink between friends,” she glanced over Mara, “I do hope you brought some though.” Mara rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small, sealed bottle, the glass dark with amber liquid swirling behind it. “If you see Zev, don’t tell him that this is where it went,” she said with a wink. Next, in the manner of a fake magician at a child’s party she produced two very banged up traveling mugs, made of tin with the enamel beginning to fall off around the handle. Still she produced one over to Morrigan with a flourish. As if it were a gaudy and bejeweled goblet, not bought at the market for a few copper. The amber liquor gurgled as it poured out of the bottle and into the cups. With a sad smile, Mara raised her cup in a silent toast to Morrigan, letting the liquid flow down her throat, tasting the honey sweetness and spices on her throat. Biting her lip, Morrigan raised her own glass, her brow furrowed. “To the friend I never thought I would have,” raising her own mug to her lips, closing her eyes as she drunk. The two were interrupted as the magic within the portal crackled, the air filling with static. Morrigan looked round at it, eyes wide, looking between Mara and the portal with darting eyes. Mara just nodded, the pain of acceptance resting in the knots of her shoulders. “See you round Mog.” And then the witch was gone.
Hi Crabs! How about "strange is the call of this strange man" for Mara x Zev? Happy writing!
ALRIGHT SO. I really just took this prompt and ran away with it in a completely different direction. The original quote is from a song, and its about Euridice being tempted into the underworld by Hades who is promising her safety from poverty, y'know sad n tragic n all that good stuff.
I however, in all my genius, bring to you: Zevran trying to do a crow impression.
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A Crow by Any Other Call. 479 words.
“Do you even know what a crow sounds like?”
“Of course I do mi amor! I am one after all!” They were only slightly drunk. Well, to be more precise, Mara was only slightly drunk. Zevran was one drink away from the dictionary definition of ‘plastered’. Scratch that. Half a drink.
Mara snorted, “okay, so do it again.”
Zevran cleared his throat, stopping in the middle of the pathway that led to their rented accommodation. “Okay, here goes. Hcaw! Hcaw!”
The laughter burst out of Mara’s stomach out of nowhere, enough that she saw several globules of spit fling through the air. “That is not at all what a crow sounds like Zev.”
He wobbled over to her, with what his imbibed brain likely though was a seductive smile, though it would have been more effective if he did not keep readjusting it to a look that was somehow even more ridiculous than the last one. He leaned in close and draping his arm over her shoulder (for balance even as he tried to cover that fact up), whispering right into her ear, “should I try again my dearest most loveliest Warden?”
“I have a feeling you will try no matter what I say,” she said, attempting to talk through the waves of laughter that were rocking through her.
“Mmm quite right indeed.” He leaned back, tilting his head back to crow into the sky, at first removing his arm from around her, but quickly recalculating when he began to tip backwards. He sucked in a deep breath even as Mara was spluttering with laughter next to him. “CAw-ghhh!” His impression caught in his throat and he coughed violently through the words, still attempting the impression even as his lungs betrayed him.
Mara laughed, her belly aching, and started pulling him along with her back to their rooms. “Okay, well that was somehow worse than your first three attempts!”
Zevran just looked at her with a love struck grin, and pressed a sloppy and wet kiss to her cheek, “have I ever told you how beautiful your- your- ears are!”
“Ears? That's what you’re going with?” Mara asked, her eyebrow discovering new heights.
She wasn’t sure if his brain just didn’t process her words or he just ignored them, “your ears are the perfect shape, and the- the- angel- no. The- the-.”
“The angle?”
“Yes! The angle! Perfect! Wonderful! Absolutely and truly sublime!”
Mara grinned, scrunching up her face to the favour, a kiss on his cheek, long and lips pressed hard against his skin, releasing him with a loud ‘mwah’ sound. “Compliments aren’t going to get me to say your crow impression was good you know my love.”
“Ah well, it was worth a shot,” he said. Though since Mara turned away, neither her nor any other being was able to witness the puppy dog eyes of love that Zevran gave her as he beheld the magnificence of her ear, pale against her dark hair with a simple golden earring hanging from its lobe.
Happy DADWC Day! How does "not knowing how to handle being accepted by someone for the first time" from the Angsty Found Family Prompts sound for Morrigan & Tabris?
Had a lot of fun with this one! Thanks for the prompt! Mara is Going Through It and, much to Morrigan's surprise, spiders is the least of her concerns. @dadrunkwriting
Morrigan & Mara Tabris
Pastries and Giant Spiders 648 words
“I must warn you warden, some find my particular strain of magic to be…unsettling.”
Mara shrugged and took a massive bite of the stale pastry. “Its magic, as far as I know its all weird stuff. Somebody just waggles their fingers and boom, suddenly fire.”
Morrigan’s brow furrowed, eyes drawn to Mara’s nose where a glob of icing had attached itself. “You truly know that little of magic? Hmm, perhaps it would be for the best for me to demonstrate. I would not want you to get surprised by it in combat.”
Mara waved her off. “Sure, sure go ahead.”
Morrigan’s entire body contorted, and Mara could hear the soft popping of ligaments and cracks of bones refitting themselves to a hard exoskeleton. The spider- or rather Morrigan- scuttled around for a few moments before shifting back, flesh and bone refitting it to a form once again human.
Morrigan smiled, a wolf showing her teeth. “You can perhaps now see why I this is something I would want to discuss beforehand. I have found that many think it unsettling to say the least and frightening to say the most.”
Mara’s tongue worked its way over and between her teeth as she tried to get at a bit of pastry that had gotten stuck there, jaw moving to the side. “Well, I’m glad you did let me know beforehand. Would have been awkward if I stabbed you thinking that darkspawn had somehow tamed giant spiders.”
“You are taking this quite well,” Morrigan said with a raised eyebrow and disbelieving tone.
Mara looked up at her from her pastry, half gone now but having shed powdered sugar all over her legs. “Why? Do you want me to be upset?”
“It is not that. Rather-,”
“I mean, I can run around and scream for a bit, but I’d rather just eat this pastry if I’m being honest. Even if it is stale…and hopefully not a little mouldy.”
Morrigan straightened, her head tilted and blinking quickly. She looked rather like some kind of ungainly bird, not quite chick but not quite fledged. “It is just… when I was a child I would sneak away and would find children from the village playing at the edge of the forest. And I would go up to play, and thinking it the most normal thing in the world, would transform. Only to find them running off screaming and calling me a monster.”
“I don’t mind spiders so much personally. As a kid I once captured three spiders in a jar to keep as pet and named them after my cousins. Shiani did eat the other two but they were all chill to me when they were alive.”
“It is just-”
Mara took the last bite of the pastry and stood up, not even bothering to dust off the sugar granules from her hand as she placed it solemnly on Morrigan’s shoulder. Even as she did, her posture grave, her voice was a shaking laugh. “Look, Morrigan. This doesn’t even rank in the top ten craziest things that have happened to me in the last month. And if I’m being honest, next to the fact that I now need to go on fucking quest to save the fucking world, its small potato. I honestly couldn’t give a rats ass if you can turn into a giant spider. Like, its a bit spooky, not gonna lie. But that is kinda just your whole thing. So just take it as a win that you’re doing a good job at being a bit creepy and we’ll just move on with our journey yeah?”
“Right, yes of course warden.”
“Oh maker don’t remind me. Just Mara. Please,” and she wandered off, leaving the witch behind her confused and with the outline of a hand in white sugar on her shoulder. “Fuck that pastry was good,” exclaimed the warden, to nobody in particular.
Hi, happy Friday! For DADWC, how about:
"falling back into old patterns" for Tabris and Morrigan
Having lots of fun with Mara and Morrigan today :D @dadrunkwriting
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There was a soft knock at the door, of the Denerim estate and before Mara even had time to call in the mysterious caller, the door was opening. Mara turned to see Morrigan stepping inside on light feet, closing the door behind her. She looked over her shoulder sharply, expecting to see Zevran. Come to start the fight all over again, or more likely pretend it never happened. All over a stupid earring, all while her father was missing, while her people were dying because of those damnable vints.
“Hey Mog,” Mara said with a tired smile, trying to hide her red eyes, “whatcha need?”
Morrigan bit her lip, her eyes restless. “It is not so much that. I- just- that is to say that-” it should have been a warning sign to Mara that the witch did not make some kind of jibe about the nickname she had begrudgingly accepted from Mara with all the dignity of a cat trying to pretend it hadn’t just tripped.
“Eamon then? Did he want something else? If so you can tell him to take it up with Alistair who is actually the highest ranked of us.”
“’Tis not that thankfully. Rather. I suppose…I just wanted to check on how you were managing. Given what we found out about today about your family, and your disagreement with the Crow, it would be perfectly natural for you to be struggling.”
“Oh well thanks for checking in,” Mara said, turning away to look back at some meaningless set of papers laid out on the desk. “But really, I’m fine”
“It is just that we,” Mara heard the grimace in her voice, audible enough without needing to see it, “that is to say that I was worried I suppose.”
Of all the damned times for the witch to develop her empathy. “Really Morrigan, I’m fine. I’ve just got some details for our plan for the landsmeet I need to sort out. You just go and do whatever it is you do for fun. Talk to bats or something.”
There was the sound of soft shoes scuffling against the stone and the strangling start of a word from Morrigan’s mouth, before the footsteps turned to leave, closing the door behind them once more.
For tabris & zevran from the oc couple asks Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?
100% Zevran is all for hand kisses. The man reads you bad Antivan sex poetry, and hand kisses are such a good trope of like chivalric romances. He would probably start off doing it to be silly, realising he actually loves it, then continue doing it more while trying to pretend its just him being silly (and failing).
Mara on the other hand is all for the neck smooches. She has such massive black cat energy, that she would just love a good snuggle with her head tucked under Zev's chin which gives Optimal Neck Access™
"saying I love you for the first time" for Zevran/Tabris?
Really leaning into Mara's aloof black cat energy here! Gotta hide in Zevran's cleavage before she can bring herself to say it lmao @dadrunkwriting
It was cold. Mara could feel that much even through the pile of blankets she was huddled under, curled up with her face tucked under them like a cat. She could feel the warm press of a body at her back, soft flesh curled up around her, so close that they might as well have been joined by a seam. She smiled and snuggled down further, sighing at the soft fluffy blanket whose edge on slightly tickled her nose when she breathed in. On her waist she could feel the gentle drawing of shapes and patterns with bare fingers. The soft pads occasionally replaced by a light scratch of longer nails. “Wha time isit?” Mara slurred out, tongue still clumsy from sleep. “Now, now Mara, you know I love you but we have to get up. They will be sending out a search party for us otherwise.” She grunted, turning over and wrapping her limbs around the other elf, pressing her face against his chest. Zevran’s limbs stiffened and Mara looked up at him, the actions happening practically simultaneously as their sleep addled minds processed what he had just said. You know I love you… Neither of them said anything, just looking at the other in shocked silence. Mara couldn’t quite make out the emotions which were at war within Zevran’s eyes. It was a distant look, as if he had been yanked out of bed and into the cold. Partially fearful, partially shocked, and partially…something else she wasn’t quite sure of. She looked away from his gaze, a blush rising on her cheeks. They had slept together, they had made love, they had fornicated, they had committed sodomy, and this was what made her blush? She reburied her face into his chest to hide the growing redness on her face. “I love you too Zev.” His voice was in her ear, soothing and gentle, even as she could hear the pounding of his heart through his ribcage and the slight quail of his voice. “I’m sorry warden, I didn’t quite hear that.” She removed her face and tilted her head up, though she couldn’t bring her gaze to meet his own. She spoke with a frown, or perhaps a pout. “I love you too Zev.” His whole body relaxed and he let out a shaking laugh. “Well! That is a relief. Mara.” Her frown deepened and she pulled him close to her into a tight embrace. Her mouth right next to his ear, looking out past him. “Were you really that in doubt?” She asked, certainly pouting now. “Hm, I am picking up that the diplomatic answer to your question is ‘no I was never in doubt’.” She laughed at that, sudden and from the stomach. “But I must confess I was a little.” She growled and peppered kisses over every bit of skin that she could reach from their current position. Not willing to give up the feeling of being enveloped in strong arms. He squealed as her lips grazed across a ticklish spot and she grinned, doubling down and clutching him tight. Through his rolling laughter he said, “well don’t worry I’m not in doubt anymore.”
Sleeping in the same bed for the first time. for baby crows au?
Thanks for the prompt! Had lots of fun with this, they're just lil baby crowlings! Just lil guys! Although I have realised I have no idea how to write children haha. If they're acting older than their years its cause of uhhhhh trauma.
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The boys were squirming once again, and now Talisen had started snoring right in her ear. Rinna elbowed the human boy in the ribs, he grumbled in his sleep, rolled over and started snoring again. Oh well. At least he was snoring in Zev’s ear now. Thoroughly awakened Rinna sat up in the bed, blinking at the moonlight streaming in through the window. The dormitory wasn’t much to speak of- it was filled with children of all ages, with enough beds for perhaps a quarter of their number. It was on purpose, she suspected, to see how the recruits would react. If they would force others out, if they would tough it out curled up on the floor, or if like the three of them had, if they would make alliances. Zev and Talisen were a few years into their training by now both about 9, Rinna at 10, was at the end of her first year. The two boys had been the only ones to survive their first year. Rinna wasn’t going to go the same way as the rest of their class. Removing Zevran’s leg from where it rested atop her legs she swung her feet down to sit on the side of the bed. Rubbing her eyes she looked around the room. Her eyes fell on the small shivering body of a young girl.
She was a pale gangly thing- probably about 7 years old, all elbows and knees. Her hair was black, though it was more of an ashy black than the midnight tones poets would wax on for hours. She looked more like a half drowned cat than a elven girl. And yet. For all her scraggly appearance, she was good. Very good. She had only joined the class a few days ago, but the girl was fast, smart, and very stubborn. Rinna only realised the girl was awake when a pair of spiteful grey eyes met her own. Despite her shivering, the child wasn’t crying- hadn’t cried or wailed or wept as far as Rinna had seen. So instead of rolling back into bed, pressing against the boy’s skin for warmth in the chilly Antivan night, she padded over to the child. She crouched down in front of the girl, the tattered fabric of her nightgown brushing against her toes. “I’m Rinna. Well, Rinnala, but nobody calls me that.” The girl glared at her, like a feral cat weighing the benefits of swiping at a tom getting too close. “And?” Rinna almost laughed. The girl has quite the mouth on her for a seven year old. It was almost impressive. But then again, who knew what the girl had been through. She didn’t look remotely Antivan after all. “What’s your name then?” Spelling out the question. “Mara. Mara Tabris.” “And how did you get here then Mara?” The girl opened her mouth to answer and then snapped it shut again. After a moment of pondering she squinted over Rinna, “why do you care?” Rinna swivelled around so that she was sitting next to the girl- to Mara. For all her bluster, the girl’s skin was cold enough to match her pale skin. “Is niceties not a good enough reason?” “No?” She said it like a question- though more as if she was confused how Rinna wasn’t keeping up with her. It stirred something in Rinna’s chest, though she wasn’t sure what. For some reason she wanted to wrap her arms around the shivering girl and pull her close. She shrugged, “fair enough I suppose.” They drifted into silence, but Rinna did not return to their bed and the pile of warm bodies on it. Mara broke the silence, voice toneless and sullen as every word other word she had yet spoken. “You can go you know?” “Oh I don’t know, maybe I’m enjoying your lovely company.” “I’m not lovely.” “Yeah I had gathered that…” she sighed, and decided to go all in. She would sort it out with the boys in the morning. “Look why don’t you come with me? You can share with Zev, Talisen and I?” Still the girl looked hesitant. Damn, she had good instincts for a 7 year old, even if her caution was unfounded this time around. Rinna continued, “you haven’t been here long, but I can already tell that you’re good. You’re smart, you’re quick, and you’re very good at letting people underestimate you. I won’t bind you to it, but we could use you on our side. How does that sound?” The girl shrugged, “fine,” though Rinna was sure she was more nervous about it than she let on. But Rinna stood and pulled Mara up with her, half leading, half dragging her over to the bed. She climbed in, settling amongst the boys’ tangle of limbs and patted the space next to her. Mara climbed in and Rinna wrapped her arms around the shivering elven child, staying there until they both fell asleep. When she woke, Mara wasn’t shivering anymore.
happy friday my crabby friend! how about "things you didn’t say at all" for the pairing of your choice?
Thanks for the prompt my salady friend! Decided on some angst for my baby crows AU where Tabris grew up as a crow with Taliesen, Rinna and Zev! Enjoy :D
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“Why didn’t you talk to me about this? Why didn’t you tell me about this before you went and fucking killed her!” “You weren’t here Mara!” Taliesen growled at her. She was clenching the arms of the chair as if it was the only thing stopping her from leaping over the table at him and stabbing him in the eye. Both of them in the eye in fact. Zevran spoke next, his voice didn’t have the simmering anger that Taliesen’s did, filled instead with pleading and righteousness. “It had to be done, surely you see this?” Her knuckles were going white now. “No. I. Don’t.” She noticed Taliesen’s mouth beginning to open and cut him off before he could make a noise. “What? You don’t like that? You don’t like the fact that I don’t approve of you killing our…killing my…” she took a deep breath in, hoping it would make the words easier. Taliesen glared, “if you can’t see what was wrong then what’s the point of keeping you as a crow.” She snarled at him, feral and animalistic. “What? You’ll gut me like you did Rinna? Hmm?” “If I had to, then yes. She was a traitor to the crows.” “She was our friend Tal. Since you were 8 years old! Does that mean nothing to you?” “It was a-” “And what about you then Zev? You’re being awfully quiet.” She turned on him, boring into him with her gaze. The other elf couldn’t seem to bring himself to meet her eye, and when he spoke it was barely above a whisper. “She was a traitor. It had to be done.” “I can’t fucking believe this,” Mara said. With her voice it was a disgusted mutter, but the words were a scream in her mind. She stood up to go, shaking her head. “I hope you die long and painful deaths the both of you.” “Mara-,” it was Taliesen this time, “don’t be like this!” He was standing now, reaching out his hand to her. She looked down on it with disgust. Zevran was still in his chair, hunched over as if he wanted to curl up into himself. She shook her head and spat on Tal’s outstretched hand. “I never want to see either of your fucking faces ever again.”
ohhhh I fear your Baby Crows AU is exactly my shit 🥺👀👀 for them this friday: you can go back to sleep. it's safe.
- inquisimer
Oh boy! Do I have some angst for you! Set after the AU's version of origins. Baby crows are all grown up now with SO MUCH trauma. :D
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Mara set down her whittling as soon as she felt him tossing. It was late and Zevran had already gone to bed, though it would seem his dreams were not kind tonight. She pressed her forehead against his, and rubbed his cheek with her hand, even as he cried out in his sleep. “Shh, shh, its okay Zev. You’re okay.” Maybe it was her words that got through his dream, because his eyes fluttered open and he gazed up at her. She smiled down at him, keeping her hand on his cheek. “You’re okay Zev. You’re safe. We both are.” He clutched at her wordlessly, pressing his head against the soft skin of her stomach. “I- I dreamed- it- it-,” he stammered out. “It’s okay Zev. You don’t need to tell me if its too hard.” “I saw her. When she died.” She stroked her fingers through his hair, feeling the sweat that had gathered at his temples. “Who Zev?” He gulped. “Rinna. Our Rinna.” Oh. She didn’t say anything. Her brain brought forth the memory of Rinna, the memory of the last time they had met before she had died. No. Before she had been killed. They had been standing on the docks sharing a serve of fried shellfish between them, the smell of spices mixing with the salt from the sea. Rinna was across from her, her long dark hair loose, even as the wind tugged at it. The gentle slope of her mouth, and the tattoo that ran down her nose line and over her chin. They had laughed, they had joked, and finally they had shared one last kiss, Mara promising to catch up once she got back to Antiva from her job in Fereldan. They hadn’t known it was going to be their last. If she had known she would have taken her time; memorised the feeling of the woman’s lips on her own, the taste of salt on her skin and spice on her tongue. It had barely been more than a peck before Mara had pulled back, laughed and told her to give the boys her love. It was the press of skin against her stomach that brought her back to the moment. Zevran looked up at her, eyes filled with tears. They weren't tears of self pity or of manipulation, she knew what those looked like on him. They were tears of radical desperation. “Will you ever be able to forgive me for what I have done Mara?” Mara bit her lip, and kissed his forehead, even as tears brimmed in her own eyes. “The only person who could grant you that is dead.” She whispered the words against his skin. She didn’t mean to be cruel. But it was the truth. Only Rinna could tell Zev if he could be forgiven, and he had killed her near 5 years ago.
Thinking about my Baby Crows AU where Tabris is childhood friends with Zev, Rinna and Taliesen in the crows.
And I'm thinking that in this AU she still is involved with stopping the fifth blight, just not as a warden. My thoughts are: she is hired by Loghain as a crow assassain, except she finds out about the slavers in the alienage and betrays him, and goes to help Alistair. From there things continue similar to the game.
And I don't know if this is a pro or a con, but the crows sending Mara, Mara defects. Well shit. So the crows send Zevran to finish her off. Zevran defects. Well shit. So the crow sends the final member of this traumatised polycule, Taliesen to finish them off. And I think Taliesen very probably dies like in origins. But also, how funny would it be if Taliesen ALSO defected.
Like after they've sent Taliesen, I can just imagine the crow in charge of this whole operation going 'ah shit, well send the next polycule member I guess', cue the messenger doing that line from Isengard in the lotr movies "but my lord, there is no such member"
The crows are just throwing spaghetti at the wall, except the spaghetti is the members of this one wretched little polycule and the wall is fereldan's succession crisis.
Got tagged by @themaybug to make my dragon age OCs with this picrew :D
So here ya go! In order we have:
Cor Brosca (dual wielding beserker, loves fairy tales, pink and Leliana)
Mara Tabris (duelist rogue, black cat energy, loves Zevran, hates being pasty af in sunny Antiva)
Ghilara Lavellan (tempest archer, solasmance, wishes the universe would stop traumatising her)
Kytharia Mercar (mage, shadow dragon, ex-slave/blood magic battery, party girl and adoptive family disappointment)
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