Reason to ForgiveReason to Forgive by Dankia
A/N This is an m/m story between my elf blood mage and Zevran. Don’t like, don’t read. This was betaed by the awesome vabvioand.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Laris, everything else is bioware’s.
Zevran looked around his room with a sigh. Alistair had given the whole group their own private rooms for the coming coronation/wedding, but instead of enjoying the luxury of having his own bed, he was actually feeling a bit lonely. Snorting, Zevran reminded hisself that he was an assassin and he should be used to being alone, that it was the way his life had always been, only…
He wasn’t use to it anymore! He had grown used to having companions that would watch his back without him having to worry that they were about to stab him. He suddenly realized that he had come to find comfort in hearing Oghren’s snores, Leliana’s soft singing, Alistair and Wynne soft talking, Striker’s barking, and then,
Rescue the CrowRescue the Crow by Dankia
A/N: This was inspired by XNAMASSE’s great picture ‘The Capture’, I hope I’ve done it some justice. The link for the picture can be found in the description. Also I am using the picture with his permission. Now betaed by the great vabvioand.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in Dragon Age but my warden and Hawke.
Zevran turned towards the voice shouting his name and felt a smile pulling at his lips as the Warden-Commander walked up to him.
“So is it true? Are you really getting ready to leave?”
Zevran turned from the worried blond-haired mage and leaned against the Keep’s wall before nodding as he studied the countryside.
“I’m afraid so, my friend. This last attack by the Crows came a little too close for my comfort. It’s time I took this battle to them.”
Turning his head, Zev
Malik beats AltairDisclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed.Malik beats Altair by Dankia
Malik looked across the rooftops of Jerusalem and seeing no guards gave a sigh of relief. Hearing the faintest of noises behind him, he turned and saw Altair reaching down to pull the lettuce closed and latched it into place. Knowing that the new Rafiq needed time to sort out his new quarters, Malik caught the other’s cowl covered gaze, and jerking his head to the side he took off running. Even missing an arm, Malik still enjoyed the freedom that came from knowing the higher routes of the city, where all he had to worry about was the occasional guard. Turning his head slightly, he could see Altair keeping pace beside him, a soft smile on the newly appointed Grand Master’s face. Feeling an answering smile pulling at his own lips, Malik increased his speed, easily jumping the gaps between the roofs and he soon landed in the walled-off courtyard that the brotherhood used for practice between missions.
“So shall we spar while we w