Um, yeah. Still don't own.
She casts off her hostile shield and tenderly clasps the hand her lover raises to cup her cheek, "Those rumors were greatly exaggerated, as you can plainly see. Since when did you start believing everything you hear Zevran? I'd have thought that you, of all people, would know better than to take anything at face value."
"Since that bastardo Enzio personally handed me your blood soaked braid as proof of your passing la mia dea," Zevran responds with a touch of heat, his eyes flitting up toward her boyish spikes and narrowing, "I killed him in a quite painful fashion for daring to desecrate you like that. Then, when Antiva began burning, I tried to find you, I swear...but the fire, it spread too fast..."
"I warned that asshole about what I was going to do to that place if he didn't release you," she declares in a flat tone that clashes with her soothing touch, "He was stupid enough not to hit me with another dose of magebane before he chopped off my hair and ran like the coward I knew him to be."
The blond warrior pauses in his incessant fussing and swivels around to gawk at his sister, "Wait a damn minute. Lynx, did you just admit that you are the one responsible for razing a full third of Antiva City to the ground? Oh Maker."
Lynx nonchalantly shrugs a shoulder and flashes a razor sharp smile, "I did give them fair warning Alistair. It's not my fault that they chose not to heed my words after Enzio told me that Zev had been put onto a slaver ship and was already en-route to Tevinter, where it would be impossible to rescue him before he was killed or experimented on."
"I don't mean to ruin the happy reunion or anything, but will we have to worry about the Crows following you here?" the other mage inquires, his voice much stronger and more confident that she ever remembers it being, "Those monsters are not known for giving up their prey without a fight."
"No fighting about it this time Jowan. With as few of the bird brains that were left after me and Zev's purge, then the citywide fire, I highly doubt that they will be dumb or suicidal enough to try to interfere again," the woman answers, finally looking away from her assassin as he leads her to the couch and sits her down between Jowan and himself.
Alistair pulls a chair closer and drops his bulk into it, "You've been gone over four years though, and that is a hell of a long time for anyone to be missing. Even Zevran returned nearly a year ago, so what took you so long?"
The elf blood is quiet a long minute before looking at her brother, "I found Gabriel and Morrigan. They were in a spot of trouble at the time and needed help getting their child somewhere safe. Unfortunately the people who were willing to help had their own bullshit I had to help sort out as well, so it took longer that I'd hoped."
"When did this happen?" her lover inquires as he vainly tries to ignore the mabari who is currently doing his damnedest to lick the skin off the Antivan's free hand.
"Right after I came back to Ferelden the first time, so about ten and a half months ago. I was still recovering from all the damage I'd taken in Antiva, making camp early and sleeping from dusk till dawn," Lynx pauses to accept a hot cup of tea from Jowan, " When I caught the scrawny bitch spying on me one night, I shocked her into unconsciousness. When she woke up, I very politely told her that I was going to skin her alive if she didn't give me an explanation real fucking fast."
The Templar waves his hand impatiently when she takes too long to drink from her mug, "Well, what was her excuse?"
"Morrigan was pregnant when we faced the archdemon. She was terrified that the child had been tainted, so she and Gabe devised a plan to cleanse its soul," she glibly replies, straddling the line between lie and truth, "They needed to reach a place on the coastal side of Tevinter in order to do this though and I went with them."
"Where are they now? Are they here?" he pushes.
"The last I saw of them, they were making preparations to travel into the Donarks, where they could raise their kid away from all of this craziness," she levels her violet gaze at her fellow Greycloak, "They are no longer a problem Alis, I swear it."
Alistair rocks back in his seat, reeling with a revelation, "Makers breath. You killed them, didn't you?"
"That child had the soul of the archdemon itself bound to its own. You would have done the same fucking thing in my place, so don't you dare judge me," Lynx angrily spits and gets to her feet,"Now, do I still have a room here or should I just be on my merry way?"
Zevran quickly grasps her hand before she takes the opportunity to storm out, "I will take you to our chambers cara, where you can rest undisturbed."
She mutters something intelligible and waves him onward while Alistair is still too dumbstruck to pull rank and stop them.