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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: 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."
Zevran stepped into the room, rolling his shoulders in a loose shrug. "Perhaps. I've always found the art of tattooing to be rather... intimate."
"Now you're just angling for a reaction," Oghren grumbled good-naturedly. His hands went for the buttons on the front of his shirt, but he paused. "I, uh... have some ideas. And a couple other tattoos you'll have to work around?"
"By all means," Zevran said, in a tone that bordered sultry, "because now you've got me curious."
Oghren made a face, but continued unbuttoning his shirt. "Bloody Antivan..." he muttered, which earned him another playful grin from Zevran. As Oghren shrugged off the shirt, exposing his chest and arms, though, Zevran's expression went serious.
"Huh." Zevran frowned slightly. Somehow, he'd managed to go months of shared travel without getting a good look at the inkwork Oghren sported.
Oghren figeted. "Ain't much to look at, I know..." he ventured.
"No, no," Zevran said, "That's not it. Those are 'a couple other tattoos'?" He reached out and touched Oghren's bicep, where colorful geometric designs in the dwarven art style interlocked, forming the beginning of a partial sleeve on Oghren's right arm. The sleeve design extended just past Oghren's elbow. "I'd call this more than 'a couple', my friend."
"Well, yeah..." Oghren flexed his right hand, head bowed to stare a tthe bare skin of his forearm. "S' not nearly as much as some warriors. Up there's my House sigil, and a design for each successful Deep Roads campaign. Since you can tattoo, I was hoping you'd add to it. For finding Branka. For being there when the Warden killed the Archdemon..."
"I'll do it, and gladly," Zevran replied, "but it won't look much like the rest of your work."
"Heh." Oghren grinned. "If I wanted something dwarven, I'd find someone Carta. But someone Carta wasn't there. That matters more."
Zevran paused in tracing one of the looping lines that twisted into a snarling, abstract face. His glance jumped to Oghren's face. "You WANT my work? Specifically?"
"Yes, you daft elf!" Oghren snapped. "Why wouldn't I?"
Zevran flashed one of his disarming smiles at Oghren, despite the fact that those rarely worked on his dwarven compatriot. But he really was gratified that Oghren sought his tattoo work on purpose. Appreciation of his less deadly talents was still a novelty to Zevran. "I am being foolish. Forgive me," Zevran said. "I will draw up some designs, and we'll work from what you like best."
"Thank you," Oghren said, with a small, relieved smile. This would go a long way toward making him feel more like a proper warrior again.
Zevran smiled back. "You may wish to hold off thanking me until you see what I can do."
"That you're trying is enough," Oghren replied. That was a sentiment that probably belonged more in the Warden's mouth than his, but Oghren had learned a lot from the Warden in their time together.
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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."
Zevran stepped into the room, rolling his shoulders in a loose shrug. "Perhaps. I've always found the art of tattooing to be rather... intimate."
"Now you're just angling for a reaction," Oghren grumbled good-naturedly. His hands went for the buttons on the front of his shirt, but he paused. "I, uh... have some ideas. And a couple other tattoos you'll have to work around?"
"By all means," Zevran said, in a tone that bordered sultry, "because now you've got me curious."
Oghren made a face, but continued unbuttoning his shirt. "Bloody Antivan..." he muttered, which earned him another playful grin from Zevran. As Oghren shrugged off the shirt, exposing his chest and arms, though, Zevran's expression went serious.
"Huh." Zevran frowned slightly. Somehow, he'd managed to go months of shared travel without getting a good look at the inkwork Oghren sported.
Oghren figeted. "Ain't much to look at, I know..." he ventured.
"No, no," Zevran said, "That's not it. Those are 'a couple other tattoos'?" He reached out and touched Oghren's bicep, where colorful geometric designs in the dwarven art style interlocked, forming the beginning of a partial sleeve on Oghren's right arm. The sleeve design extended just past Oghren's elbow. "I'd call this more than 'a couple', my friend."
"Well, yeah..." Oghren flexed his right hand, head bowed to stare a tthe bare skin of his forearm. "S' not nearly as much as some warriors. Up there's my House sigil, and a design for each successful Deep Roads campaign. Since you can tattoo, I was hoping you'd add to it. For finding Branka. For being there when the Warden killed the Archdemon..."
"I'll do it, and gladly," Zevran replied, "but it won't look much like the rest of your work."
"Heh." Oghren grinned. "If I wanted something dwarven, I'd find someone Carta. But someone Carta wasn't there. That matters more."
Zevran paused in tracing one of the looping lines that twisted into a snarling, abstract face. His glance jumped to Oghren's face. "You WANT my work? Specifically?"
"Yes, you daft elf!" Oghren snapped. "Why wouldn't I?"
Zevran flashed one of his disarming smiles at Oghren, despite the fact that those rarely worked on his dwarven compatriot. But he really was gratified that Oghren sought his tattoo work on purpose. Appreciation of his less deadly talents was still a novelty to Zevran. "I am being foolish. Forgive me," Zevran said. "I will draw up some designs, and we'll work from what you like best."
"Thank you," Oghren said, with a small, relieved smile. This would go a long way toward making him feel more like a proper warrior again.
Zevran smiled back. "You may wish to hold off thanking me until you see what I can do."
"That you're trying is enough," Oghren replied. That was a sentiment that probably belonged more in the Warden's mouth than his, but Oghren had learned a lot from the Warden in their time together.
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