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[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran, Luciano, and YOU
WHAT: Catch all for the month
WHEN: June/Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold
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[ After the Baptism (Early Justinian) ]

Early in the evening, after some small ceremony in Skyhold's chapel, Zevran can be found surrounded by his Kestrels, sitting quietly in a corner of The Herald's rest as they played music and sang a great many traditional Antivan pieces. There is food and wine and dancing and Zevran partakes only a little. While he may look tired and a little overwhelmed, the night is a joyous one all the same. In his arms, on his lap, or sitting on the table with Zevran's steadying hand upon his back is a small elven child. All wide blue eyes and blonde curls, tanned skin that is marred only by the smudge of ashes in a circle on his forehead as is custom, dressed in a simple cotton shift Luciano Arainai claps and squeals in turn, gnawing on whatever is within reach or patting down Zevran's shirt with sticky hands. He is a child, they are sticky, it is a known fact. To the end of the night exhaustion catches hold for both, leaving the infant cranky and Zevran struggling to soothe him long enough to slip away to their rooms.


[ Garden ]

Afternoons find Zevran lounging in the garden- fresh air is both good for him and supposedly healthy for children- as long as he is able to keep Lucci from shoving things into his mouth that are not meant to be eaten. Which is everything. Which means it is less lounging and more tugging upon a leash and harness he has rigged to let his child roam but not too far- only a few feet from where he is sprawled and sketching upon a blanket. Most of his attention is actually on his son but it does the boy well to assume he has leave to explore. At least until he crawls back to demand food or attention or- whatever it is infants want. Zevran is still learning to interpret his various burbles and shrieks.


[ Courtyard ]

Zevran is, for the moment, trapped under the dead weight of his son- the slightest shifting earns a familiar screwing up of Lucci's face that has him resigned to simply leaning back against the tree where he'd stopped walking to shift his grip earlier and wait out the nap. He dare not doze himself- too tense against the open area, how vulnerable they are, how exposed. Tensing too much causes the same small sounds of upset and thus he is forced to sit, mind that he does not lock up, and wait for Lucci to fall deep enough asleep that he might carry him back to their room or rouse himself enough to make the trip worthwhile.


[ Hot Springs ]

"Your voice does carry, you know." Idle and conversational, Zevran has found a shallower edge of the hot springs when he'd truly rather a deep soak- but elven infants do not swim well and as such he must sit over here. With a shrieking, splashing child rigged safely in some manner of wicker basket he'd lowered into the water to keep Lucci from falling over backward and drowning. And to keep these little floating toys (maker only knows who gave them to him, he cannot recall) from floating away. "Yes, yes, splashing the water is marvelous fun- please hold still."

Not that Lucci is one to listen, wriggling under Zevran's hands as he tries to clean...something...sticky from his son's hair. "What is this, honey? How did you get honey in your hair? When were you near honey?"


[ Training Grounds ]

There are rare days when Lucci is not quite so prone to shrieking and crawling, not quite so intent on escape and Zevran can wrap him in a sling of sorts, tucked up against his chest, and actually train his Kestrels. It is an adjustment, every so often he must away to change the child's soiled underclothes or to feed him and the extra weight is odd and leaves him sore at the end of a few hours- but with one hand on Lucci's back to support him, the other gesturing as he speaks in rapid fire Antivan, directing his Kestrels through their maneuvers.

Comments

Courtyard

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss really hasn't had much time for her friends - or rather she has not made the time because the more she pushes herself the better it feels. Or at least, the more she can escape the nightmares, new and fresh ones from the Fade that just go on and on and -

She's crossing the courtyard, bow on her back, quiver in hand, trying not to think of what she is thinking of when her brain stops. Reverses, as do her steps, so she is looking at something familiar and yet not. Grey eyes widen, and she all but rushes over to where the tree was, her voice going into a hushed tone when she realizes the child is sleeping.

"Zevran, are you out of your mind!? Did you steal a baby!?"

Courtyard

[ombranera]

Zevran cracks an eye open to peer at Katniss intently, his expression temporarily murderous should she speak loud enough to wake the child. As it seems she's he good sense to not shout, the violence in his eye abates to a dim, weary exhaustion. "No, I did not steal a baby."

His voice is low, Lucci is sleeping so sweetly and he has no desire for that to change.

Re: Courtyard

[the_effect_she_has]

"Then .. "

Listen, it's true. Katniss is not book smart and probably never will be. However, she is as clever as they say - and golden curls with tanned skin and delicate little pointed ears simply say.

Her eyes get even wider, if that is possible, and she puts her hand over her mouth as she whispers, "Oh Maker's Balls."

No wonder no one had seen him out as much and - and why he looks so tired. Suddenly, she is seeing her father, cradling Prim against his chest as he snores and she sleeps.

She shakes her head, before she whispers, "You want to nap too? I can stand guard."

Partyyyy

[sistertohermen]

There's always something of a ruckus going on in the Rest. It wouldn't be much of a tavern if there wasn't. But she recognizes the Kestrels, Zevran's personal elite...students, she supposes, or members of his fledgling house. And in the middle of it all, the man himself. Rachette finds herself relaxing some to see him out and about. He keeps on disappearing for one reason or another, and she had begun to fear he'd been stolen away again.

Not so, apparently. "Master Zevran!" she greets with a little hop and wave, hoping to be seen before she gets trampled under dancing feet.

And there is. a child. on the table. A little Zevran-looking ragamuffin clapping chubby hands. "Is this what's had you missing for so long?" she asks, amazed and befuddled both.

[ombranera]

"Rachette?" That is the name, yes? Yes. That is the name. Zevran manages a smile and a lift of his mug of ale (his first and only, nursed throughout the night), gingerly supporting Lucci when he follows the motion with his sticky little hands. "Well...yes."

Trying to hide him, trying to find somewhere safe for him, trying to deal with having him- it has not been an easy adjustment period- especially since he has not quite adjusted entirely to this new, noisy, messy addition to his life. "Luciano, meet Rachette."

Lucci gives a bright, aimless smile and happy gurgle. "A man of few words, this one."

[sistertohermen]

"Luciano," she repeats. This raises...so many questions, and while she tends toward incredibly blunt, she's not sure she has any right to ask them.

Eh, never stops her anyway. "Were you elsewhere, or did you lock yourself and this little one away? Is his mother still around? How old is he? You can't have had him around this whole while; a newborn would've taken up even more of your time."

She keeps her hands to herself, respectfully, but she sees the smudge upon his forehead and laughs. Almost wants to rub it off, but a little dust never hurt nobody. "Looks like someone's already taken to playing around in the dirt."

Garden

[obi_wanmanshow]

The Garden is usually unoccupied at this hour, despite the fine weather Skyhold seems to be perpetually blessed with. It's something to do with meals and work and all the thousand tasks it takes to keep an organization like the Inquisition up and running. Even so, there are occasionally some small covey of religious sisters sitting and chatting, or some noble-backed visitor taking air-- today, it is quieter even than that. Perhaps that's part of why Zevran chose this spot, this day.

But Obi-Wan comes here now, for a similar reason. It's not that he dislikes crowds, or enclosed spaces, but there's much to be said for the simple joys of the oasis of nature here. But today, the garden, despite its relative quiet, is not at all unoccupied.

"Well, hello there," He's definitely talking to the baby, even from halfway across the grass. So tiny and sweet! Oh right, there's also an adult present, "Good afternoon, Zevran, and-- who's this?"

Garden

[ombranera]

Tiny and sweet and loud. Someone new and all the more exciting for it earns a proper shriek of joy or whatever emotion that is somewhat bound up in excitement- loud enough to pull a wince from Zevran as he sets aside his sketch long enough to examine the area. Obi-Wan.

Rifter, human, male, not noble, somewhat strange-


Moderate threat.

Zevran settles back against the tree and gives Lucci's harness a light tug, urging him back to the safety of the blanket. That the boy rucks it up on the way is a little annoying but- he came. Zevran shall count that as a win. "Luciano."

[obi_wanmanshow]

There's a certain pricking of ears around Zevran, to be sure. Obi-Wan does his best not to seem a threat. That which is most dangerous in nature is what defends its children from a perceived threat, and it is no less true of sentient beings, with few exceptions.

"Luciano," Obi-Wan replies, smiling, warm and delighted, "Is he yours, then? I wasn't aware of..."

He stops, diplomatically. Well, obviously Zevran is entitled to live his life however he pleases, and if Luciano is here, and Zevran looking as if he's had perhaps one day's worth of sleep for every three that pass.

"...Well, I wouldn't have, would I? May I join the two of you?"

Hot Springs

[el_tybs]

'Your voice does carry, you know.'

Hearing the comment upon entering the hot spring had Sam peering around the area in confusion. He hadn't even said anything- The following squeal and continued conversation quickly has the mage realizing that he isn't being talked to, but the confusion stays. He recognizes the timber and accent of the one voice, one he's not heard for some time if he thinks about it, and the other... that was certainly a child.

Walking further into the hot springs it isn't long for him to spot the Antivan, though the sight he's greeted with is unusual. Moving closer to the shallower end, Sam can certainly see that he isn't seeing things. "One of you looks like they're having a great time." It's clearly not Zevran.

[ombranera]

"Lucci has come to love bathtime." Zevran offers without looking up, scrubbing at this sticky patch in Lucci's curls. Next to him are soaked rags and bottles of soaps and oils- nothing so far has quite worked to get the mess out. But he will keep trying. He would hate to have to shave the boy's head so soon.

He reaches for another vial as Lucci sends up another wave of water, giggling. "Hello, Sam."

Hot springs, open to Araceli

[gatheringstorm]

Anticipating Araceli's lovely voice calling out to her, the sounds of an infant shrieking and splashing are a startling difference. She might have turned around and sent a disappointed message to her love about the current occupied state of the area, when a familiar voice gets her attention. Curiosity overcoming her, she steps forward to observe this for herself. At least her arrival is likely to get the infant's attention enough for Zevran to get a decent chance at that hair. The hair resembling his own.

"...I'm not hallucinating, am I, Zevran? There's actually a baby. In the hot springs." And one that resembles her friend, whose scarcity has made her wonder but she'd tried not to pry. Maybe she should have, if doing so would have prevented a shock like this.

Hot springs, open to Araceli

[ombranera]

"Korrin, Luciano, Lucaino, Korrin- ah ha!" He manages to scrub the last bit of...whatever it is in Lucaino's curls. Another small palmfull of soap has them clean and lathered and almost dripping into the child's eyes- a swift hand scoops his bangs out of the way, sparing them a sting. "Yes, she is very tall and very pretty, isn't she? Keep looking at her while I rinse this out."

Hot Springs

[rebelenchanter]

Fortunately Fiona had bathed and robed well before anyone could notice her presence. Not that she was particularly shy, but one thing she had grown used to as Grand Enchanter was a private bathing nook of her own. Not that she would go back to what life had been in the circle for simple pleasures, but still. She was in the middle of drying her hair when the infant's voice carried, she'd only just become aware of the child's presence. Like most in the Inquisition and she had seen them around once or twice that day, but she'd been too busy to approach.

Now she was not busy, technically.

At any rate this explained where Zevran had vanished, she nearly thought him missing in action for a while, but there were whispers. Of a ghost that was holed away in one of the residential towers. Wailing drifting down the halls. Odd noises. Perfect ghost story, except it wasn't, this was unexpected...but not unsurprising. Zevran's exploits were legendary even to Fiona who had nearly twenty years on him. So she might as well say hello.

"How long have you been in training, Zevran?" Fiona asked sitting at the edge of the shallow end of the pool. Legs folded. Toweling her hair and ears.

[ombranera]

"Please holds still-Lucci that is soap it will not taste good, do not lick it-" Nope, into the mouth it went and Lucci made such a face and such a noise afterward that Zevran wished to cry a little himself. But a bit of something else, something sweet to gnaw on soon silenced him while Zevran held that sweetened bit of ice with one hand so the child would not choke upon it and worked the soap through his hair with the other.

Decades of training, of practice with delicate traps and instruments, turned to handling a babe.

"For what? Killing? Since I was seven. This? There is no training for- Lucci, no, you just licked that, it was just terrible-" He managed to twist his wrist and get the soap away, offering again that chilled, sweetened ice. "None whatsoever."

CADE AND THE BABE

[ombranera]

It's been some time since he's been able to arrange one of these extended meetings- the odd check in over the sending crystals can do some good but it cannot make up for the lack of context that seeing him, gauging his responses in depth would provide.

He cannot find someone to mind Lucci and such he calls Cade to the usual room in the usual tower and the room is arranged again, as usual save for a basket tucked behind Zevran's chair, Lucci quietly burbling and playing with his feet for some reason or another.

As babies do.

[onlyhymns]

Cade isn't very talkative over the crystals anyway. He's not very talkative in general, but the Western Approach spooked him pretty badly before they got stuck in the Fade, and then... well, it's been a trip.
He's harried and nervous and at least a few pounds thinner when he appears at the tower door, giving the usual knock and then letting himself in, as he's grown accustomed to doing. He offers a timid, apologetic smile as he approaches, but stops dead when he notices the change in the room. His gaze immediately zeroes in on the infant with a look like he just saw someone get decapitated.

garden

[universal_charm]

The gardens were swiftly becoming a haven for Kirk. Their relative privacy and the sweet smells gave him a good place to think, to digest his situation and the happenings of this world, to send out the silent prayers to the Enterprise and his family there. He had taken a break for part of the day, deciding to come here to be out of the way of those still seeing to their daily tasks and not wishing to remain closeted away in the rooms he shared with Sam. Though he had made a stop there - to pick up two little kittens.

Much like Zevran's child, Kirk had fashioned tiny harnesses for them, allowing them to roam without his needing to chase after them as their curiosity got the better of them. Though it is this curiosity that draws his attention to the man and his baby - a man he had met briefly, a man whom he had never actually pictured with a child.

"How did you get roped into babysitting?" His kittens' mews merely punctuated the question.

garden

[ombranera]

"Lucci, no." Gently, Zevran murmured as he tugged back on the leash. A new person with new animals was fascinating enough- but it was a new person and new animals and new potential threats. Better that his boy remain close to his side until Zevran could be certain of the lay of the land. Lucci came when called, dragging himself over to Zevran's side and tucking in close to his ribs. Hardly a shy child but he learned that tone readily enough.

The one that meant 'come here' for safety.

"How did you get roped into kitten sitting?" It seemed a fair enough question, asked with lifted brows and a wary half smile.

post-baptism

[madame_de_fer]

[Perhaps to the surprise to some, Vivienne is a devoted Andrastian. Well, as devoted as one might expect for her. She never makes a grand show of her religious beliefs. Even so, celebrating the induction of a new child into the faith is a happy occasion and not one she would dream of missing. Especially as it pertains to Zevran's particularly beautiful baby. (Maker help them all when that boy is grown...)

The poor Antivan elf looks exhausted, which is hardly surprising. Not that Vivienne has had children, but she understands it's quite the fatiguing task caring for them. Unfortunately, she comes bearing a gift that is not at all going to aid the poor papa.

In fact, there's the distinct chiming of tiny bells every time the box in her hands moves.]

post-baptism

[ombranera]

Lucci that is not for your mouth, please-

[ The chantry's medallion hangs from Zevran's neck for the time being, at least until Lucci is grown so much as to be able to wear it himself- but like everything else in the world? Into the mouth it must go. Zevran does what he can to tug it away without becoming too stern with the boy; he is an infant, he does not know better, and he offers up the first of what feels like shall be many prayers for patience.

Sweet Andraste, preserve him. ]

Mia Regina, how lovely to see you. [ Lucci is immediately distracted by the sounds of chimes, fat little hands reaching for the box and Vivienne both. ]

Healing Tents

[justice_is_blond]

He doesn't look so great, sitting at the table he normally is busy processing herbs on. Purrelden is sprawled in some of the sunlight coming in from a pinned-up tent flap. Anders has her in the corner of his eye, but most of his focus is on meticulously, slowly going through basic potion recipes. The steady thoughts help with what feels like a hole in his mind, and making a headache remedy will in theory help with the pounding that keeps coming and going.

[ombranera]

"Anders." Well. This looks terrible. "I suppose it is not all celebratory glasses of champagne and orgies after all?"

Hot Springs

[easternseaqueen]

Isabela's always had a fondness for the hot springs--one of the few respites from the cold of Skyhold.

She frowns when she hears the sound of an infant though, which only deepens further when she realizes Zev's the one holding it.

"Zev, do I even want to know what you're doing? Why do you have a child with you? Please tell me you didn't kidnap it."

[ombranera]

"No, I did not." Lucci squeals, sending out another wave of water and Zevran? Sighs ever so softly. "Yes, this is quite delightful- now please hold still I must get this out of your hair."

Honey or tar or...something. What did his son get into?