But I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more!

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran and any on the road!
WHAT: Walking, drinking, dancing, dirty songs and poetry while hiking to Skyhold. Perhaps a stop in a tavern or two along the way.
WHEN: The course of several days on the road.
WHERE: The Road to Skyhold, Skyhold itself
NOTES: Zev is a walking content warning coarse language, innuendo, drinking

Strange how after a solid year of hiking over hill and dale, through Imperial Highways and muddy side tracks he'd sworn to never do so again no matter the company or the cause. And yet here was Zevran yet again on foot (an elf with a horse attracted too much attention in the area) walking the long way to Skyhold with the odd thumb out for any passing caravan- provided they were not bandits. Company he did not mind. Burglary? Less so. From what little he'd heard of the events at Haven and his concern for a country that had been, for all to brief a time, a home of sorts, Zevran made his merry way along the road to this fortress rumored to be the best option for a strategic regroup. Perhaps he would meet someone familiar, perhaps he might offer his services.

The options were many. As were the songs that he would use to amuse himself, strumming a worn, well sanded lute while he walked. Now and then snatches of Antivan would curl through the air, lilting and easy and- to anyone that understood? Absolutely filthy.

"Le mie gambe sono avvolte intorno a voi collo,
Il tuo cazzo nella mia strada, spinte e agitare!
Ero a letto , ma ora sono in questo petto .
Cosa stai mi dà grande piacere!"

So on and so forth from one tavern to the next on the long trek, if coaxed and if it would see him fed or paid, he would play a few of the softer, more romantic tunes he knew. But for the most part? Smut. Quite a bit of smut. It wasn't as though anyone truly understood him all that often.

His actual arrival was a little less Merry, he had to give one thing to wandering bandits. When they coordinate well enough for a solid ambush and attack en masse? It wasn't the simplest fight to handle alone. Escaping unscathed wasn't entirely possible but he had managed to find a group of either merchants or refugees or a mix of both, he wasn't all that certain, to walk with for the last streatch. One even deigned to allow him to ride the last leg in- provided he rode on the back of the cart and entertained them. As such Zevran's arrival was marked with his voice crackling out past laughter.

"'But yes, she asks, what is the difference?' and I tell her-

'The difference is in where you put the cucumber.'"

Comments

[ombranera]

"Future lessons of yours, of course. I will not charge just anyone in kisses." He took her hands in his, pressing his lips to her knuckles.

[serannas]

That made her feel special, for the moment, at least. She had no illusions about being someone's number one, especially in circumstances such as these.

"In that case, I think we should make plans for my next lesson, don't you? Barring anything important that comes up with the Inquisition, what do you say to tomorrow night? Same place and time?"

[ombranera]

"Waiting will be such torment- but I shall have to manage." Parting was such sweet sorrow, all that. Perhaps he should use the line? She did not seem to need it. "

[serannas]

"Oh, I think you'll survive somehow," Ellana said, moving to give him a peck on the cheek. "It's late. I should go bed down for the night."

[ombranera]

"I shall dream of your eyes and your lips tonight, Mia Bella." So bright and sweet, how could he not? The trouble would be making certain that was all he dreamt of. "I hope you sleep just as sweetly."

[serannas]

"Sweet talker," she murmured, hoping to dream of his lips as well. "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she slipped away out of the dark corner, trailing fingertips against his arm as she went.