A/N: I took these down, but decided to put them back up, since I have been writing more. My place for 10 min challenges, drabbles, vignettes, all consisting of the DA-verse, ranging from Dragon Age Origins to Dragon Age 2. All reviews are appreciated! :)
Changes
The young elven girl had him pinned to the ground with a boot on his chest, a scowl marring her quite exquisite features. Zevran knew they were discussing what to do with him, but he couldn't focus in on that, not when those strikingly iridescent blue eyes were glittering down at him. Her oval face was framed by sun hued auburn hair, clipped short to her chin, elven ears poking from the sides of her head, pierced multiple times; her body was as marvelous, small, trim, lithe, tan and all womanly and curved. Zevran, who'd had many a woman in his days, had never seen a more exquisite creature in his entire life.
"You want to take the assassin with us now?" He heard the blonde man snap out irritably.
"Why not?" The woman said with a grin that turned the elven assassin's gut into fluttering butterflies.
"Well, duh, he just tried to kill us!"
"We took you along didn't we?" A dark haired mage said, with a glint of mischief twinkling in her own eyes.
"Oooh, like I didn't see that one coming," he scowled, folding his arms.
"Well, what say you?" The beautiful creature asked, her voice as lovely as the rest of her, as she turned to look at him again.
Zevran stared at her for a long moment, still pinned beneath her foot, and found an answering smile threatening to sneak over his lips. Never before had the elf assassin been so charmed by his target; it was always worm your way in, kill without remorse, and never look back. As he stared at her, he knew that if he said no, the little spit fire would not hesitate to end him, but if he said yes…well, that would be a death sentence in itself. Betrayal of the Crows was unheard of, at least when the deserter didn't end up dead.
He'd never loved. He'd never trusted. But, as he stared back into those mesmerizing eyes, not giving an inch, he felt something in him shift, like maybe – just maybe – it could be different. Change was good, was it not? He mused.
With a grin breaking out over his handsome face, he took the offered hand of the elven woman and let her pull him up to his feet. "My name is Zevran Arrianni, it would be my pleasure to accompany a woman of such beauty," he purred, kissing her knuckles.
As a smile graced her face, a soft tint of pink tinting her cheeks, he honestly thought that this change would be the most changing of all; little did he know how right he'd been. That lovely warden had changed his life forever.