The Thin Line Between Love and Hate

by The Fallen Empress

Leliana had said Zevran was more complex than he let on. She couldn't be more wrong – Zevran was not only complex: he was infuriating. – Zevran x F!Surana. Rating subject to change.

11. Chapter 11

Moving on from their little confrontation by the stream was easier said than done – at least for Filauria. To Zevran, she thinks, it is easy as pie.

It had not taken long for him to revert to his old ways – flirting here and there with occasional innuendoes.

The only difference now is that he didn't pay special interest to her anymore.

No longer did his stares linger, or his eyes darken when he looks at her.

Filauria, strangely, does not know what to make of that.

As usual, Filauria, everything you touch dies, a nagging voice inside her head says.

She remembers Jowan and how that had ended.

The elven mage sighs as she marks their route back to Denerim in her map, wishing the constant headache to be gone from her head – a headache she knows no touch of healing magic can cure.

It is too late now, anyway, she thinks.

And there are more pressing matters to attend to than dwell on 'what had been' –

…or what could have.