1. for zevrandaros :o
Content Warning: alcohol consumption
Word count: 1903
Author’s notes: I’ve written something like this before, similar scenario on which Lea Surana avoids Zevran for the first week or so because he has fears and trouble getting used to being together again. This time though he has another reason to hide. Thank you @luciferesque and @dreamsneath for encouragement and 2nd pairs of eyes.
Same song and dance as the last time, and the
time before it, and the time… Zevran knew to expect it, thought himself used to
it, but every time he’d been proven wrong, and a week into his stay on this
cold mountain without his Warden to warm him was getting lonely.
The corridors of Soldier’s Peak were covered in cloth tapestries to soften the echo of footsteps and cheer up this place that had seen more death than most fortresses in Ferelden. There were no plants, Zevran noticed, though he’d seen a few empty pots with dry soil and dead plant matter that the fortress’ denizens had forgotten to take care of. Nothing grew in this cold darkness, seeds were killed before they could sprout. This castle was a sepulcher.