Erihapeti

Dragon Age: Origins Love Zevran Aranai/(Any gender) PC Zevran ponders the meaning of love as he finally starts understanding just how love works. *** What is this word that my Grey Warden seems able to use at almost anything of pleasure? This word that seemingly can be as weak as an infant or as strong as the mightiest of dragons? Love. What is that? My Grey Warden uses it for many things. Claims of loving the forest, loving the rain. The times spent outside together, breathing the air (even as heavily scented by the smell of wet dog as it is) and wandering the forest, just talking and indulging in activities of love. My Grey Ward

    I am the buyer and seller of souls.  I’ve bought them all and I sold you yours.  For the world must run like the gears of a clock, and sometimes you tick or sometimes you tock, but everything given will be taken away and for every silence kept, a word must be said.    Naturally, you must assume there is cost.  For everything gained, a penny is lost; of course this life can be no different--when the check arrives, you must pay the difference.  But not all who ride on the sunday train pay the same price to get out of the rain: a king’s ransom might obtain far, far less than the pauper’s cheap pain.    Your father paid

 Diego couldn’t sleep, and it was beginning to piss him off.  The rain pattering on the jungle canopy above him didn’t help (though it should be noted he was glad he was dry).  It also didn’t help that every five minutes or so, a dinosaur would roar; his instincts would kick in, ready to protect the newborn Peaches.  But no attack would ever come.  Of course.  Buck had explained to him that dinosaurs didn’t roar only before an attack.  They roared -- and Diego remembered his exact quote -- to tell others of their species were they were, to signal their territory,