I'm still alive
[Despite the aftermath of the strange false memories between himself and Ken being mildly unsettling at the worst - perhaps almost comical, in a way, if one overlooked the implication that they could be made to believe in any reality Mayfield chose - Zevran has been keeping to himself since then. He's even been avoiding Olivier, though he suspects Olivier herself has been entirely at peace with this state of affairs.
The fact is that, while he's not distressed about what happened with Ken - and, in fact, it sounds as though they dealt with their false memories in a far more healthy fashion than most, with far fewer repercussions - he's still been deeply unsettled by the matter. Not by Ken, or anything he did...but by the emotions that had been forced upon him. They're gone now, with the memories themselves, but he hasn't forgotten the feeling...and it brought him back, almost forcibly, to the only time he'd ever felt such a thing before.
How long had it been now...? Nearly a year of fighting the Blight beside the Wardens, and then those months in Antiva before he'd initially taken the job...two years, perhaps? More? He remembered the day, but Mayfield didn't even keep the same calendar as Thedas. He could easily have missed the anniversary...not that he had any business paying respects, or grieving. But then...Taliesen is dead as well, now, and the Crows would certainly have forgotten her. If he doesn't remember her, who will?
It's with these cheerful thoughts in mind that he comes downstairs and finds the small box on the table for him. His eyebrows lift - what does he own that's this small? He casts his mind over his effects, but all he can think of is perhaps a poison vial - as he picks up the box and carefully opens it.
For a moment, his breath catches. He'd almost forgotten about it...but then, he rarely paid it any mind, did he? It was simply something he had, something he kept - not something he did anything in particular with. It was pretty, but served no purpose.
Anyone who comes downstairs at 1669 Nelson Street will find Zevran standing by the table, cradling a rather gaudy earring of teal-blue glass in his hand, staring at it without quite seeing it at all.]
The fact is that, while he's not distressed about what happened with Ken - and, in fact, it sounds as though they dealt with their false memories in a far more healthy fashion than most, with far fewer repercussions - he's still been deeply unsettled by the matter. Not by Ken, or anything he did...but by the emotions that had been forced upon him. They're gone now, with the memories themselves, but he hasn't forgotten the feeling...and it brought him back, almost forcibly, to the only time he'd ever felt such a thing before.
How long had it been now...? Nearly a year of fighting the Blight beside the Wardens, and then those months in Antiva before he'd initially taken the job...two years, perhaps? More? He remembered the day, but Mayfield didn't even keep the same calendar as Thedas. He could easily have missed the anniversary...not that he had any business paying respects, or grieving. But then...Taliesen is dead as well, now, and the Crows would certainly have forgotten her. If he doesn't remember her, who will?
It's with these cheerful thoughts in mind that he comes downstairs and finds the small box on the table for him. His eyebrows lift - what does he own that's this small? He casts his mind over his effects, but all he can think of is perhaps a poison vial - as he picks up the box and carefully opens it.
For a moment, his breath catches. He'd almost forgotten about it...but then, he rarely paid it any mind, did he? It was simply something he had, something he kept - not something he did anything in particular with. It was pretty, but served no purpose.
Anyone who comes downstairs at 1669 Nelson Street will find Zevran standing by the table, cradling a rather gaudy earring of teal-blue glass in his hand, staring at it without quite seeing it at all.]