Dragon Age One Shots

Zevran

I sighed in semi-disappointment as I slowly unraveled some bandages from my pack. My patient made a "tsk" noise and chuckled at my angry expression. "Why do you seem so upset, my dear?"

Turning to him, I took in his shoulder-length blonde hair that was put up in the back. I met his mirth filled eyes and spoke, "Why are you always injuring yourself, Zevran?" He let out a fake sigh, "I am helping to do your bidding, am I not?" I rolled my eyes, wrapping the bandages around his arm where he had a deep gash, "Well, yes, but I would really like for you to be a bit more careful, Love."

He watched me carefully as I dressed his wound with care and finesse. He spoke softly this time, almost as if we were speaking of our feelings, "You are so much better at this kind of thing, my dear. How do you do it?" I met his eyes again, smiling, "I used to help the Templars in the tower with their injuries. This is actually quite different for me, seeing as how you are willing and I don't have anyone guarding me." Every time I would accidentally brush against his wound, I would add a small amount of healing magic. He hummed, "Much more relaxing, yes?" I nodded, "Yes, but I am slightly more worried." "Why?" I started to tie up his bandages, "Because I never really had romantic feelings for the Templars."

He spoke almost tenderly, save for the amusement in his voice, "What of the awkward Templar you spoke of?" I giggled lightly, "He needed some sort of stress relief. Before you say anything, no. I didn't." He chuckled lowly, "You know me too well, sweetheart." I finished tying off his bandages and ran my fingers along the stained cloth, sending a small amount of healing magic into it again, stopping the bleeding. He caressed my cheek and pecked my lips, "Thank you for assisting with my wound, beautiful."

I ignored the heat building in my face and smiled, "You're welcome, Zevran."