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Title: Blooded and Inked
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: post-DAO
Warnings: none, except that Zevran is an automatic flirt
Prompt/Fill: not applicable
Word Count: 635
Summary: Oghren seeks out Zevran, after the final battle with the Archdemon, for some help.
Blooded and Inked
Zevran stood in the doorway of his room and stared. "What in the world are you doing in here?"
Oghren fidgeted a bit, then squared his shoulders and straightened up, looking into Zevran's face better. He wasn't here to do anything bad.
"Heard you talking to Alistair before. About tattoos."
Zevran frowned thoughtfully. "That was quite a while ago, my friend." Before the Landsmeet, before the revelation of Alistair's parentage, and before they'd fought the Archdemon.
"Yeah." Oghren took a breath. "You offered to give him a tattoo once. Would you do that for me?"
Zevran's expression cleared, and he gave Oghren a broad grin. "My dear Oghren. I believe I told you before, you have only to ask."
Oghren snorted, put at ease for once by the friendly teasing. He sniped back, "If I remember right, elf, that was about something entirely different."
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: post-DAO
Warnings: none, except that Zevran is an automatic flirt
Prompt/Fill: not applicable
Word Count: 635
Summary: Oghren seeks out Zevran, after the final battle with the Archdemon, for some help.
Blooded and Inked
Zevran stood in the doorway of his room and stared. "What in the world are you doing in here?"
Oghren fidgeted a bit, then squared his shoulders and straightened up, looking into Zevran's face better. He wasn't here to do anything bad.
"Heard you talking to Alistair before. About tattoos."
Zevran frowned thoughtfully. "That was quite a while ago, my friend." Before the Landsmeet, before the revelation of Alistair's parentage, and before they'd fought the Archdemon.
"Yeah." Oghren took a breath. "You offered to give him a tattoo once. Would you do that for me?"
Zevran's expression cleared, and he gave Oghren a broad grin. "My dear Oghren. I believe I told you before, you have only to ask."
Oghren snorted, put at ease for once by the friendly teasing. He sniped back, "If I remember right, elf, that was about something entirely different."
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