ZevWarden Week Day One:
Tradition, and Trying New Things
Neria had danced many times before. Dancing together around the fire under the light of the stars was a well-loved tradition in her clan. But this kind of dancing was entirely new to her. The festival was crowded with people moving against each other, the music so loud she could barely hear herself think. Zev guided her through the music, his breath in her ear, his body moving against hers in a rhythm that was all seduction and intrigue and soon had her breathless. It was not at all what she'd anticipated when Zev had insisted on taking her dancing, but the night intoxicated her, and she found herself letting go of all her many troubles and allowing the music to take over. That night could have lasted forever, but when it did finally end, she knew that this would soon become a little tradition of their own.
Yes, it is ZevWarden Week, and I am bursting out of my seemingly endless hiatus like Mariah Carey on the first day of November, just so I can bring you the good news of our lord and savior Zevran Arainai.
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Wanted to try my hand at a tarot-esque drawing of my canon warden, Neria Surana. I didn't attempt a background, but I imagine it would reflect a six of swords theme since this card represents change and loss. To me, Neria was never the same when she left the Circle tower, and from then on, she is constantly undergoing changes. Whether it be good or bad, she will always need to look to the future.
I've linked this drawing in my fic "And all that's best of dark and bright" on ao3. In it, I focus on Neria as she matures into her own person while separated from those she cares for most. To be a successful Warden-Commander, she must learn about politics and how to navigate confusing relationships.
If this sounds like something you'd like to check out, here's the link to my fic:
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Some Sentences Today
Tagged by some pals @noire-pandora and @cleverblackcat yesterday for Six Sentence Sunday, and I’m tagging you two right back, along with a few more of you for non-obligatory WIP updates or whatever: @blarrghe, @nirikeehan, @tea42, @gothkimmyschmidt, @polymorphic-basket, @paraparadigm, @grumpkinvicky, and anyone, really!
Most recently, I have been feverishly outlining and jotting down some of the fluffiest most embarrassing teen romance scenes I’ve ever written (I take it back, stroghainoff will always be my top fluffiest ship) for Anders and Karl in my Dark Sprawl AU (working title: Chess Club...mmhmmm...yes...yup!). This whole thing was just meant to be little snippets of backstory for my fenders fic which I have also been working on, only slightly less feverishly because I can’t decide if I want to send them to the beach for a nice fun picnic, or straight into angst town. But now it’s like...a whole thing, and I’ll probably end up posting it as a short fic all by itself when I have enough coherently-written fluff in chronological order to call it a story.
But in the meantime, here’s something I’ve just written that I’m not sure what to do with --- a bit of Neria Surana and Anders being found siblings back in the Facility:
Neria rolls her eyes at him. “Well, I mean, you two are basically already marr—”
Anders claps his hand over her mouth. “Shhhhh!”
She tries to finish her sentence, but he squeezes his hand even tighter against her mouth to muffle her and looks frantically around the room to make sure no one has heard her before letting go.
“Rude!”
“You can’t go blabbing about it!” he whispers. “People can’t know that we’re…” Anders trails off, feeling suddenly a bit indecisive about what word to use next.
She leans in closer, her eyebrows raised. “That you’re what?”
“Together...?”
“Well, you make it pretty obvious.”
“What do you know about it?”
“I know that you get heart-eyes whenever he walks into the room.”
“Do not!”
“And that his whole stupid face lights up when he sees you, too.”
“Does it? I hadn’t noticed...”
“Yes! How can you not know that? You’re always staring at him.”
“Well, he always looks nice to me.”
Neria rolls her eyes again. “Gross.”
“I know! But he --- I just...I really like him, Neri. And I think he likes me, too!”
“No. I mean, I’m happy for you. And Karl…I guess. But kissing and…whatever you two do when you claim to be ‘studying’ together lately, it’s just…” She wrinkles her nose up and shudders.
“That’s fine. I don’t want to imagine you kissing anyone, either. You’re like my baby sister. You’re not allowed to kiss people.”
“Okay, one…I don’t think you need to worry about that. And two…I’m only three years younger than you. And I was here first.”
“Doesn’t matter. When I got here, you were still a baby.”
“I was nine, but okay…”
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