This song was made for our favourite Antivan.
Thank the Maker for Peggy Lee. Surprisingly, however, I never liked this film, only the music. The cats creeped me out.
He's A Tramp (Lady and the Tramp) – Zevran
As they walked along the dirt path to the set meeting place, Hawke asked – merely out of curiosity – just how she knew the Antivan elf whose backside they were saving from the Crows.
The pirate had laughed. "Oh, you know…" she waggled her eyebrows, grinning. "We just know each other."
Hawke blushed. She should have guessed, really. Isabela cocked her head, an almost wistful smile playing on her lips. "What an elf," she sighed.
Varric's eyebrows raised. "Hey," he grinned, "tell us about it, Rivaini."
"What an elf," she giggled in reply, strutting forward. Hawke shook her head. Oh, Maker, here we go.
"He's a tramp," began Isabela, grinning. "But they love him. Breaks a new heart every day." She cocked her head to the side, leaning a hand on her hip. "He's a tramp, they adore him! And I only hope he'll stay that way."
The pirate spun around on her heel, facing the group. "He's a tramp," she stated, shamelessly. "He's a scoundrel. He's a rounder, he's a cad!" She sighed, leaning back on a rocky outcrop of cliff. "He's a tramp, but I love him," she admitted, smiling wistfully before chuckling. "Yes, even I have got it pretty bad."
Hawke shared a look with Varric, and the dwarf smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. This elf had to be something special to have Isabela wrapped up like this.
"You can never tell when he'll show up," boasted Isabela, as if discussing the elf's sailing prowess. "He'll give you plenty of trouble! I guess he's just a no count pup –" she shrugged, and laughed, confessing, "But I wish that he were double!"
She moved ahead again, stepping backwards to keep her eyes on the group. Her hips were swaying dramatically. "He's a tramp, he's a rover!" she giggled, gleefully. "And there's nothing more to say!" She skipped forward to Hawke, throwing an arm over both hers and Merrill's shoulder. "If he's a tramp," she winked, her voice filled with flirtatious pride, "he's a good one – and I wish that I could travel his way!"
She swayed her body as she guided the group along a rock strewn corner. "I wish that I could travel his way," she repeated, her voice satirically husky. "I wish that I could travel his way!"
Yes, Isabela was proud to know Zevran. Not that she'd ever let him know that. He was cocky enough as it was.
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Another very short but fun piece, just to fill some gaps :)
Zevran and Isabela are probably my two favourite companions at the moment. Well, Zevran has been since day 1. That cheeky little Spaniard.
Up Next: Dagna dreams of a life above Orzammar.