Do you see this, da'len? Do you see your Papa drawing? He's doing that because this is the moment I have become lethallan to you, and you have become lethallin to me. Well. You'll be lethallin when you're older, anyway. For now, you are da'len and you had best make the most of it. The important thing is for you to never forget that your Papa is actually very sentimental and loves you very much.
[ Any other time when love is mentioned, Zevran might sputter or scoff but in this? This he does so honestly. This little elf is his- and never shall it be thought that his son is unloved. ]
He's going to have an interesting upbringing between the Orlesian, Common, Antivan, and Dalish influences in his life.
It will not be all that hard- he is small, even for an elf.
[ But that is no surprise, he and Serena both were on the short side. ]
Well you will be welcome to borrow Lucci now and then after his baptism, he has only just become accustomed to sharing a bed with me or my being close as he slept. With the loss of his mother's touch I would rather not startle him with so sudden a change so soon.
You will be surprised how seldom you see him, in Skyhold. Everyone wants to hold a baby. [She tickles Lucci's belly with appropriate uttered sound effects.] What is a baptism, anyway?
A common Andrastian ceremony where a child- once they've survived nine months- is taken to the chantry to be brought into the Andrastian faith. It is as much that as it is an excuse for a party in the boy's honor later, and as good a way as any to inform those close to me that I've a son.
Mia, of course, Leliana, Alejandro, Vivienne. They all sort of...stumbled into my room when he was too obvious to hide. Alejo woke him and I may have threatened his life.
I did not want to tell him before I knew what I was going to do- I considered sending him away to somewhere safe and can you imagine his reaction if I told him 'oh I have a child but I am sending him away for his own good?'
Better that he not know if I do that. Now he is in the Western Approach dealing with warden things and, I think, hurt that I did not join him and this is something I would tell him to his face.
Serena? No. We shared a very lovely night together in Antiva City some time before I began traveling south to assist the Inquisition. It was meant to be only that.
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That's how it is in a clan, too. I will do my very best.
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[ Zevran settles back, content to watch his son and Pel be adorable.
Or, rather, watches them while he pulls his journal free to sketch them being such. ]
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[ Any other time when love is mentioned, Zevran might sputter or scoff but in this? This he does so honestly. This little elf is his- and never shall it be thought that his son is unloved. ]
He's going to have an interesting upbringing between the Orlesian, Common, Antivan, and Dalish influences in his life.
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[She touches her cheek to Lucci's head.]
I love him already. I want about twenty of these.
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[ But that is no surprise, he and Serena both were on the short side. ]
Well you will be welcome to borrow Lucci now and then after his baptism, he has only just become accustomed to sharing a bed with me or my being close as he slept. With the loss of his mother's touch I would rather not startle him with so sudden a change so soon.
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Told Alistair. About my son.
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[That's just about the most bizarre thing she could have expected to hear.]
I won't spring it on him before you have a chance, then.
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Better that he not know if I do that. Now he is in the Western Approach dealing with warden things and, I think, hurt that I did not join him and this is something I would tell him to his face.
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[She cuddles Lucci a bit, her heart reaching out toward that biological urge to have one of these. One day.]
Babies change everything. He'll stop being hurt when he realizes there's a baby. That's how people are.
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[She kisses Lucci's bald head.]
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