antivanrogue:

zevran, who hoped for death at the end of the warden’s blade

zevran, who slept with one eye open for weeks after being spared, expecting the crows to come after him as much as he expected the warden to sneak into his tent and kill him as he slept — after all, he would do the same thing, would he not?

zevran, who slowly began to find a place in this group of ill-matched wanderers trying to save the world

zevran, who found himself opening up to the warden in a way he hadn’t since… well. in a way he hadn’t in the longest of times

zevran, who did not even have to think before standing with the warden when taliesen finally came for him

zevran, who fell in love, who loved with all his heart and all his body because it felt right, it felt safe, it felt like he could not love the warden any other way

zevran, who finally found a reason to live

and zevran, who watched his warden charge at the archdemon and who knew that this was how it had to be, and who in that moment hoped for death once again, if only to stay by his warden’s side.