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14 July 2010 @ 02:01 pm
The strangest part about everything, Asher felt, was the way in which people listened to him. It was understandably difficult for him to get mistaken for a servant now, with all the armour and weaponry he carried around, but being in the position of a leader...


He'd finished talking with Riordan about the Grey Wardens and meeting some of the Redcliffe Army, helping to organise them for the assault on Denerim. He'd never quite been able to stop worrying about those he'd left behind, though, as much as he had faith in them. Dealing with petty human lordlings was one thing, the Darkspawn Horde another.

Wandering through the halls of Redcliffe Castle now, he wondered what his companions were up to. Alistair was no doubt speaking with Arl Eamon, Morrigan off on her own, Leliana in the Chantry... but the rest of them?

Perhaps he'd come across them, tonight.
tentassassin on July 14th, 2010 06:58 am (UTC)
Sorry for slow reply! It took me a while.
Zevran was leaning against the wall not too far from where Asher was wandering. Thoughts from their previous experiences ran through the course of his mind as if it was a mental journal: Fighting undead, werewolves, demons, and even finding the Sacred Ashes that many thought wasn't real...Zevran couldn't imagine the levels of boredom he would have faced if he had actually ran off with the Dalish instead. He would have had a different life then. As he thought about it though, his life had changed a great deal since he had met the Wardens. After all, if it hadn't been for Asher, Zevran would either be dead on the road or dead anyway at the hands of his fellow Crows. Assassinating (or rather, attempted to assassinate) Asher may have been the luckiest thing to ever happen to him.

Zevran made a mental note to tell Asher that sometime before they draw their swords at the darkspawn. Of course, he trusts Asher to understand what he really means behind such words.

He suddenly recalled a rather fun fact about his beloved Warden, that Asher had been betrothed before and from what he could gather, it didn't end well. In all honesty, Zevran was curious about it, this "secretive side" to Asher as a married man. Er, almost-married man. But Zevran wouldn't want to press on the issue. After all, if Asher wanted to talk about it, he would have brought it up before, right? Then again...

He just caught Asher from the corner of his eye and greeted him with a smirk. "Ah, there you are. Had fun with plotting the demise of the darkspawn, amora?"
ASHER tabris: listen > young enough to fear itofdenerim on July 14th, 2010 07:53 am (UTC)
Absolutely no worries. <3

He can't think of anything to say at that, not immediately, so Asher shrugs and gives a slight laugh, instead. One hand goes up, making a vague gesture- "Actually taking care of them for once and for all would be preferable, but for now, I'm willing to settle for plotting."

That said, though, he is glad to see Zevran. It's been a long journey for the both of them since they first met at that crossroads, and every now and then Asher can't help but wonder if Zevran ever bears him any grudges. After all, the other assassins that had been with him that day had all died... Then again, given their respective professions, death on the job was an expected risk.

There isn't anyone else around, right now, and it just seems to be the both of them. Right now, he could just step in for a kiss- or something more, even, but perhaps that should be up to Zevran to decide. With a bit of a smile, he waits a moment, and then speaks. "Is there anything I can do for you, right now?"
tentassassin on July 14th, 2010 08:11 am (UTC)
Zevran grinned. "My dear Warden, there are a dozen things you could do for me...or I could do for you or even to you, depending on how things may go." Although sex wasn't exactly on Zevran's mind, he certainly wouldn't complain if it were to follow after the conversation. "I actually do have something I'd like to ask you, if you don't mind."
ASHER tabris: cunning > not as stupid as thatofdenerim on July 14th, 2010 08:20 am (UTC)
Yes, that sounded sort of normal.

"I thought you'd be able to come up with something," he says. But something Zevran would like to ask him? Asher could just push to go straight to bed, as it were, but he's always fine with questions.

Glancing around, he reaches out to tug Zevran over to one of the side rooms. If they're going to talk- and whatever else might follow talking- best not to do it in the halls of Redcliffe Castle. There were still plenty of servants and soldiers wandering around.

Ducking inside, he looks back at Zevran and nods, slightly. "I'll answer anything. What would you like to know?"
tentassassin on July 14th, 2010 08:35 am (UTC)
"You do this on purpose, don't you? Perhaps it is just a force of habit of mine." Or even a bit of both. He thought, and then grinned when he was lead to one of the rooms of the Castle. If any servant or soldier saw that, they would think the obvious. Well, they probably wouldn't be too far from the truth.

But no, the other important things come first. "When we were at the Alienage, your cousin spoke of your wedding. I have been wondering what happened then. But if you do not wish to talk about it," he said as he nodded, "I understand."
ASHER tabris: awkward > oh... um... if you say soofdenerim on July 14th, 2010 02:23 pm (UTC)
"Oh," Asher says, something that almost looks like guilt pass across his face for a very brief moment. "That. Right."

What had he said again, that day? Yes, he'd been about to be married, and it hadn't gone well. The rest of the details would have to wait until a better time, but after visiting the Alienage and with one thing or another, he'd never actually found the right moment.

Perhaps that moment is now, then.

He thinks- where to start? "I don't mind talking about it," he begins, honestly. "It's just that you never really brought it up, after that day. It's also, ah... the reason I became a Grey Warden, actually."
tentassassin on July 14th, 2010 09:51 pm (UTC)
True that he could fire him any questions he wanted answered but even so, Zevran wasn't the sort to ask. Or rather, he wasn't used to the fact that he could ask. It would take some time for him to get used to freedom and fortunately, it was something he would happily grow accustomed to, much like how he could tell Asher anything.

"A flashy start, I would imagine?"
ASHER tabris: amused > that's meant to be a jokeofdenerim on July 14th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
He shrugs, a little confused as to how to begin. The wedding hadn't been any flashier than the normal Alienage one, though certainly more colourful than his day to day life had been. And the journey through the Arl's castle...

"You could say that, perhaps. I was conscripted into the Order by Duncan, actually- the Warden, not my dog. Had I not been, the City Guards would have likely hung me the next day." Asher pauses. It's been a considerable time since he's spoken of this to anyone. He doesn't mind, but it does feel strange.

After a while, though, he grins- a little more broadly than his normal polite grin, and there's something in there that only Zevran will see. "I'll put it this way, my friend. You're not the only one in our party to murder nobles, before. But in my case, it was just the one."
tentassassin on July 15th, 2010 05:29 am (UTC)
Hung him? Zevran was about to ask for what reason (thought there were plenty he could think of) would Asher be hung for, but when Asher continued, the Antivan couldn't help but grin back. "You are so full of surprises." He walks over and sits down on the medium sized bed, gesturing Asher to sit with him. "Let me guess: they invited themselves." They had it coming. He thought, though he waited for Asher to go on before he voiced his opinion.
ASHER tabris: worried > the Grey Wardens need youofdenerim on July 15th, 2010 08:51 am (UTC)
He ducks his head in acknowledgement, the smile slipping from his face to show a somewhat apologetic expression. "To the wedding? Yes, he did. But I... I'm not sure where to start, honestly." They both have different ways of viewing the world, Zevran and him. Duties and obligations and family, and so much more happened that day than just Bann Vaughan's death.

It takes him a bit of a while, but he eventually goes over and sits down. "You have to understand- for elves in the Alienage, to get married is- it's something important. To keep tradition, to continue our way of life. Whether or not I'd wanted to wasn't as important as what was right for my family."

He stops, feeling a little awkward. This is- he could just cut to the chase, get right to the murder, but somehow that doesn't seem quite right.
tentassassin on July 15th, 2010 09:59 am (UTC)
True, Zevran did not know what it was like to have familial obligations. Unless family tradition could be compared with a contract to kill a merchant prince, that is. Then again, Zevran himself could hardly be described as traditional in anyway.

"Ah, you did not want to get married." He wanted to ask why, but noticed how Asher just stopped and interpreted as him feeling uncomfortable. "Of course, you only need to tell me what you wish to tell." He himself had been in the same position after all.
ASHER tabris: approving > if we're friends it's fineofdenerim on July 15th, 2010 02:07 pm (UTC)
"What I wanted-" and then he stops. What he wanted hadn't mattered then, not when he wasn't anyone, when he hadn't even really been familiar with one end of a sword from another. Now, though, things were different. "What I wanted wasn't important, not compared to what was best for my people."

"The girl I was supposed to marry... her name was Nesiara. It was to be a double wedding, actually. Both myself and my cousin, Soris. You remember him, he was waiting for me in my father's home, that day." And much as he'd been pleased to see that his cousin was well, the worry for his father had been more pressing. Looking a little contemplative at the memories, Asher offers Zevran a bit of a smile. It's the least he can do. "I don't mind telling you, if you want to know. Most people, I think, would be more curious about the Grey Warden than yet another Alienage elf".
tentassassin on July 15th, 2010 10:18 pm (UTC)
Nesiara...Zevran knew a young woman with that name. Though it cannot be the same person since that was several years ago and the Nesiara he was very familiar with was from a whorehouse.

He did remember Soris. "He had wide eyes, didn't he? I remember he looked rather handsome." He then recalled Shianni, who had that firey look in her eyes that Zevran found attractive in women (and men) and...aw, heck. Even Cyrion was probably a looker in his youth. "Grey Warden present or no, I can't see how people could ever overlook you. Beauty runs in the family it seems." He slides his arm around Asher's shoulders and scoots closer. "Continue, please."
ASHER tabris: determined > it's a warden's dutyofdenerim on July 15th, 2010 11:40 pm (UTC)

He isn't sure whether he should be flattered or mildly horrified that Zevran was considering Soris' looks. Certainly, his cousin wasn't bad looking, but still. In the end, he gives up with a shrug. "Elves aren't important. Or- weren't, considering how little a voice we had in Denerim."

Almost automatically, he leans over on Zevran, closing his eyes for a brief second. Moments like these, they're important to him. Times he wishes could last forever, or that he could just keep forever. But all he'll have is the memories.

"The human- Bann Vaughan, the Arl of Denerim's son- decided to invite himself to our wedding with some of his friends. They insulted our women, and Shianni hit him on the head with a bottle, knocking him out. We thought that would have been the end of it, but... I think you can guess that it wasn't."
tentassassin on July 16th, 2010 06:39 am (UTC)
Soris = Beaker. Good thing he didn't mention Cyrion then. xDD
Zevran let out a light chuckle at the thought of an elf bashing a noble (the Arl's son no less) with a bottle, a very light one though, since it must have ended badly. "But I think we can all agree that he had it coming." He said as he gave Asher's shoulder a slight squeeze, letting his mind drift away from the upcoming battle and instead focusing on the moment they have now. A little worried much? No, not at all. No, s. er
ASHER tabris: talking > the blight draws nearofdenerim on July 17th, 2010 12:15 pm (UTC)
Asher shrugs slightly. "I don't truly know. He was callow and uncaring, that much is true, but was it truly out of maliciousness or because he'd simply never seen elves as anything other than servants?"

Even King Cailan had been similar- a well intentioned man who'd been hopelessly uninformed.

"All of us in the Alienage weren't worth anything to him, ultimately, that's why he died. Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself." A little sheepishly, he ducks his head. "Duncan, he'd arrived then, after the Arl's son left. Everything proceeded normally, up until the wedding itself...

"That was when Bann Vaughan returned with his men and took all the women by force. Those elves that tried to resist were knocked out; I didn't regain consciousness until it was much later."
tentassassin on July 18th, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC)
Sorry for the late reply D8
Well, this Bann Vaughan must have thought servant meant several other things, is what Zevran wanted to say, but felt that it was out of line. "And what happened after that? Surely you went to rescue your bri- the women," he asked as his gloved hand ran gently through Asher's hair.