(closed) the coldest story ever told

[byblow]

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Maxwell Trevean, Pel Ashara, Salem Ghilan, Alistair
WHAT: A Dalish mage Ron Swanson, a Dalish warrior who throws eggs, an Antivan assassin and his many knives, a Warden who's probably technically exiled, and one single actual human nobleman on whom we are hanging all of our hopes and dreams try to make a dude stop being a big meanie.
WHEN: Haring 5-?
WHERE: Northern Ferelden
NOTES: Plotting post!

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[ombranera]

"I smell like home, you outrageous buffoon." Is eyerolling audible? It is now. Zevran's skilled that way. Much as the chin knocking and wiggling and digging is irritating- it means Alistair is in the present rather than lost to that song. It is not much of a win but Zevran, as always, takes what he can get. Even if he tries to twist so it is not quite so uncomfortable.

It works until he's held, the dull rumble of laughter swallowed rife in Alistair's voice- and then the strike.

"Abuse!" He cries, attempting (not really) to wiggle away. "How ignoble of you to abuse your traveling companions so!"