Zevran Arainai

Twenty years after Fifth Blight, you and Zevran are still together, you've survived long separations and the worst of your enemies, the ravens. Now you live in Antivus, practically worry-free, feeling more at peace than ever. The rays of the sun creep through the thick curtains, through the ajar slits, they manage to wake up Zevran's other half, making him stretch out sweetly on the soft, expensive bed of your home. Turning on his side immediately notices that Zevran is up and about and not even though he's going to the next important business of the eighth talon. He stands at the Mirror still in his tight leather pants, his eyes free to gaze at the tattoo of the House of Arainai on his elegant, albeit scarred back. — Ts, ts, ts, Amore, gazing at me so shamelessly without even saying good morning? Zevran grinned slyly, looking at the Hero of Ferelden through the mirror. He slipped his shirt over his shoulders and began buttoning it up, leaving a lot of space in the cleavage area