Can't spell 'fun' without cannibals!

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Who: Zevran and you
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Arrival on the Hell Planet
When: Right now

Closed To Rowan

[A lot has happened in the whirlwind of him arriving. The oddly calming music, the strange and colorful paper that falls from the ceiling, and the pudding. It's doesn't really fit the burnt and destroyed atmosphere that this metal vessel is giving off. He didn't except to see a dead man walk up to him. He didn't expect his heart to surge with emotions as they kissed, touched, and spoke as only lovers would back to the bedroom.

The fact that Rowan was here made things a lot easier. Rowan knew some things about this place, but they were both learning together. Like right now, as they stalked through the dense forest, moving in the shadows trying not to make themselves out to be targets.]

Why do people eat others?

[Zevran is thinking out loud as he moves with careful footsteps. Maybe this isnt the best time to be talking about such a strange subject but...]

I mean-- I feel like humans wouldn't taste very good. Or elves for that matter. Most of us are so lanky to begin with, we must not have much meat on our bones. But do you think they just look at other people and instead of thinking 'wow, what a beautiful person, I want to fuck them.' Do they think 'I want to eat them'?


Fine elven crafts OTA

[Being an assassin, Zevran doesn't like it when he doesn't have weapons. While anything can be a weapon in his hands, he prefers his blades, his poisons, and his arrows. He doesn't have any of those right now, and the things on the ship were just not the best at what he needed them to do. Lucky for him, he remembered his time with the Dalish, even if it had been rather quick. He saw how they made their tools, how difficult could that be?

Turns out, very.

Zevran is struggling over some twine that he found. It's not the best bow string but its what he has right now. He takes a large piece of wood that he has found lying in the dirt somewhere, and with one end on the ground he tries to curve it by bending and trying the twine to it. It works for a moment, but then the wood breaks, the twine snaps in his face and with a yelp he falls back and holds his sting face.

New plan. Get his weapons back.]
 

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[His head tilts up as his eyes close and he enjoys the feeling of his lips on his. The pain is in the back of his mind now and easy to ignore as they kiss.]

Good.

[He leans into him as they part from their kiss, their foreheads together.]

Ah, but too bad for our adventure. I was hoping to lure you away for a little bit longer.

[trudge]

[ Rowan nuzzles against him, letting both hands drop down to rest against Zevran's hips. By now he's wedged himself between the elf's thighs, as close as they can be given their positions. ]

If you wanted all to yourself, all you had to do was ask. Unless you were planning to try and assassinate me again.

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And have you best me again? No thank you, I learned my lesson.

[Yeah, not to fight against him. His smile turns to a smirk as his one good arm wraps under his arms. A leg moves around to fold over his own.]

It would have be to done in much more intimate way.

[trudge]

[ He laughs, shifting accordingly to better accommodate the elf's new position. ]

Intimate, hm? When you say it like that it doesn't sound so bad.

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The best last moments of your life, amor.

[Especially when compared to his previous experience with that. He speaks a little too easy, the pet name comes out natural and effortlessly. He doesn't even realise it.]

[trudge]

[ There it is again. That Antivan word that Zevran speaks with such warmth it sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach. And again, Rowan cannot bring himself to ask for clarification. ]

Come on you ridiculous man, let's at least get out of the medical bay before we continue. [ Be prepared to be lifted off the counter because that's happening. ]

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Too bad, I wanted to explore an infirmary kink.

[He chuckles low as he dips his face into neck and adjusts the one arm he can to wrap around his shoulders for more support and the other leg moves to hook around him. This seems very familiar.]

[trudge]

Maybe once we're back in orbit. I've always wanted to do it in space.

[ Two for one kink if they do it that way. Rowan pulls Zevran up into his arms and hoists him off the counter, heading down the hall to the bedroom he had been assigned. Thankfully, it was still intact. Once there he - VERY CAREFULLY - sets the elf down on the bed. ] You know, I almost miss sleeping on the ground sometimes.

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You haven't yet? How sad I was hoping you'd tell me how that was.

[His lips kissed at his neck, and teeth scrap against his neck before he feels the bed under him. He smiles as he pulls back, his fingers brushing against the back of Rowan's hair.]

Would you rather we put blankets on the ground for old times?

[trudge]

I haven't even been in space yet! I just showed up on the planet. I'll be sending a strongly written letter to Atroma once I find stationary.

[ Rowan has one knee on the bed, ready to start doing what they literally always do in this situation before Zevran makes the suggestion. A pause. ]

...Yes.

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How tragic, you should.

[The pause earns a laugh as he already starts to pull at sheets and throw the pillows down on the floor.]

Should we make a tent too? Make this authentic.

[trudge]

What kind of question is that?

He's already searching for chairs and tables, moving them accordingly so they can make their blanket tent properly. ]

Of course we need to make a tent.

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Let's see-

[He can't stop smiling now. His cheeks start to hurt. He hopes odd the bed and while he is looking he pulls the sheets off the bed now.]

I never was very good at pitching this kind of tent.

[trudge]

[ Rowan opens his mouth to say something sassy about that; then he remembers all the stories Zevran told of his shitty childhood and promptly shuts up. ]

Worry not, I'll show you how it's done. [ He motions for Zevran to join him as he carefully drapes blankets over chairs, weighs them down with pillows, and works surprisingly hard to make it look proper. ] Fergus and I used to do this all the time. Drove mother mad when she couldn't find her good linens.

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[Yeah, he knows his childhood was shitty. The crows didn't allow fun like this. He follows after being beckoned. It really does look impressive.]

You out did yourself.

[and then the mention of his brother. He isn't sure if he should be the one to tell him. Its personal, and he knows how Rowan is when things get personal. Its the same for Zevran, but he needs to know. He sits in the middle of their tent and smiles a warm and somewhat unease smile as he holds a hand out to him.]

You and your brother, you were close. Weren't you?

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I'd only make the best blanket fort for you, Zev.

[ He crawls into the tent and settles across from Zevran, his own hand instinctively moving to curl his fingers around the elf's. He's the one that brought up Fergus in the first place, so he can't really fault Zevran for carrying on the conversation. ]

Yeah, we were. I always looked up to him, you know? Always wanted to be as cool and strong as my older brother. I — [ He pauses, looks at Zevran and then up at the angled ceiling of their makeshift tent. ] I miss him. I miss all of them.

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[any other circumstance and he would have dropped it. He doesn't like talking about this sort of thing either, but he can't leave Rowan in the dark about this. As Rowan speaks he can't help but smile at the fondness in his voice when he speaks of his brother. He does feel a little guilty though when his eyes leave him for the ceiling. He squeezes his hand.]

He misses you too.

[A pause and he shifts closer.]

He's alive, Rowan.

[trudge]

[ Even Rowan cannot hide the fondness in his voice. He loved his family with all of his heart — his mother, his father, his brother, and even all of those that had served them for years like Ser Gilmore and Mother Mallol. Losing them was like having his heart ripped from his chest, leaving a hole that would never truly be filled again.

But then Zevran speaks, and maybe that ache in his heart eases just a little. His head snaps back down to look Zevran in the eyes. ]

He's alive? Maker's breath how — when did you ... [ Oh shit. He must have found out after he died. Of course. Of fucking course. ] Shit.

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[His smile turns a little sadder now. Of course fate would not be so kind to let him know before he died.]

He came to the coronation. I was able to speak with him, but only for a moment.

[He looks down at their hands. His thumbs run over Rowan's knuckles.]

He took some of your ashes to Highever.

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[trudge]

[ Rowan's jaw clenches like the physical motion will allow him to contain the sudden onslaught of emotions he's feeling. He's glad, for one, that his brother is alive. There had been no word from him or his party in the wilds, and Rowan never even had the chance to start to look before everything went to hell in Ostagar. He had assumed him dead, just like everyone else, but he should have known better. Fergus was stronger than that. Fuck.

He takes a deep breath, clutches Zevran's hand harder than he means to. ]

It's - It's good to hear he survived. Would have been nice for him to show up a little sooner, though. [ Jokes will help. ] He never was good with being punctual.

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[He can see it in his face and in his eyes. He isn't sure how to process this, and Zevran can't blame him. For a second he wants to take back. If he hadn't said anything they would be fucking and not talking about things that hurt, but instead he had to open his mouth.]

His timing was very awful.

[Being in a coma made things difficult. He doesn't mind it when Rowan's hand tightens. He doesn't let go, or flinch away. He keeps a steady grasp with his thumb still running against his knuckles. His voice is quiet now. He isn't sure if he should go on, but he does because Fergus told him these things, and Rowan should hear them.]

He was proud of you.

[trudge]

[ He was proud of you. That's it. That's the straw that broke the camels back because and now all of these stupid feelings are going to pour out. Rowan instinctively leans forward, face pressed to Zevran's shoulder as he starts to laugh, hollow and mirthless and tired.

Even he doesn't have words for this. Doesn't have jokes. He just feels awful because now he's left Fergus alone because he thought he was alone and it wouldn't matter. And then his brain has the gall to remind him of all the other people he left behind because in that moment he was too fucking stupid to think he wasn't actually alone. Why didn't he think? Why didn't he wait? Rowan buries his face in the crook of the elf's neck more firmly, hoping he won't feel the hot stream of tears that his rebellious body has forced him to shed. ]

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[Zevran doesn't move away as Rowan leans into him. He sits up a little straighter so he doesn't have to hunch over as he buries his face in his uninjured shoulder. He isn't sure what to expect, but laughing is very far down that list. For a moment or two he honestly thinks that he has broken Rowan, which might very well be the case. Too bad Wynne isn't here, or Leilana, they were much more suited for this sort of thing. But Rowan get's Zevran, who is now terrified he will just makes things worse than he already has.

His head tilts to lean against Rowan's as his frown deepens on his face. He should have known this enlightenment wouldn't be a pretty one. His hand doesn't leave his, he doesn't want to let go, but he feels the need and desire to hold him closer still. It stings and aches to move his injured arm, but he pushes through that. He moves it to wrap around Rowan's shoulders, his fingers carding through the tufts of hair on his neck. He pulls him closer as he feels dampness on his neck. He doesn't mention it. He isn't quite sure what to say right now, he's said enough. Instead his head just turns to the side and gently kisses the other's face.]

[trudge]

[ It's not Zevran's fault. It's his own for being stupid, for thinking no one would care that he died in the battle with the Archdemon. It's his own fault for not actively trying to find his brother — but he didn't have time. He and his party had so many places to go, so many things to do, that going back to try and find some hint of Fergus was ultimately out of the question. Maybe, subconsciously, he was just too scared to do it, too. What would he do if he actually found him dead? Wouldn't that have been worse? He doesn't know. All of this is shit and he hates it and now he's subjecting Zevran to it and he doesn't deserve it.

They're supposed to be fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, whatever else you want to call it and yet here he is crying on him like a baby. And Zevran's accepting it, comforting him despite pains in a wound he just recently suffered and he's kissing him and Rowan hates it. He hates this.

And yet he doesn't move away. In fact, he's hooking his own arms around the elf now and keeping him close. Zevran has always understood him, always been his companion in the ways of emotional-bullshit they choose to ignore. Fingers clutch at the back of his shirt, desperately like it's the only lifeline he has anymore and he's so scared that if he leaves him now he will just wither and die. Zevran is so good to him and what did he do? He left him. He fucking left him and the others and it's all coming to him now — an epiphany he never wanted and never asked for. ]

I'm sorry. [ Sorry for dying. Sorry for this. Sorry for everything he's ever done. ]

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[The thought of how odd this is doesn't even cross Zevran's mind. It's true, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever the hell they were didn't do this. Those relationships don't get close, they don't hold each other and cry, but they probably don't make blanket tents in a bedroom either. They also don't convey and confide in each other the many times that they have done. Zevran could think of a moment or two when he was close to breaking while he and Rowan spoke of his last mission for the Crows, and the feelings he had going into what was suppose to be his final confrontation against the famed Grey Wardens.

They both really messed up this whole 'no feelings' thing they were suppose to have. Zevran doesn't mind that though, even if too many things went unsaid before they were separated by fate. And now as too many feelings flows in him that it made his veins ache, his bones tremble, and his chest tight-- he knows he wouldn't trade this for the world. He would never give up on this man, because he loves him and he doesn't have the words to say it.]

Stop.

[His voice cracks just slightly, even if he didn't go above a whisper. He holds him a little tighter now as his heart threatens to burst from his chest and he feels like he can not longer breath.] You don't have to say that.

[But still it felt nice to hear. Maybe he is still a little bitter about the ending that Rowan had-- that they both had. It's not like he lies awake at night wondering what could have happening if Rowan lived, if Zevran knew how to tell him that his heart pumped with love and adoration that he's never known before him. That would be tragic.]