Agender!Zevran pulling his hair up into a messy bun at the back of his head when taking a bath, waving a hand with a grunt when he felt it unspool in the water, too comfortable in the rare treat of heated water at an inn to be bothered.
AGENDER!ZEVRAN GETTING HIS EARS PIERCED AGAIN TO MAKE ROOM FOR ADDITIONAL EARINGS, FOR THOSE MOST VALUED PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE.
AGENDER!ZEVRAN ADMIRING THE CREASES CORSETRY WORKED INTO HER SKIN AFTER A LONG DAY, SIDE BY SIDE WITH INKY BLACK TATTOOS SLASHING ACROSS HER SKIN, AND CAN’T HELP THAT ADDITIONAL LITTLE TUG OF A SMILE WHEN, ON GASPING RELIEF AT BEING FREED THEM THEM AFTER A LONG DAY, she has new patterns, NEW MAPS TO LEARN AND TO KNOW BEFORE TOMORROW.
AGENDER!ZEVRAN GIVING THEIR CHILDREN A TOY SWORD AND A DOLL TO PLAY WITH, AND BITING DOWN ON THEIR LIP WHEN THEY PLAYED WITH BOTH.
Agender Zevran being greeted by Isabela with a kiss and whatever pronouns Isabela choses to use at that moment.
Agender Zevran responding to a human asking her if she is a man or a woman, by laughing for about five straight minutes and then responding that, no, she is an assassin.
Agender Zevran fucking with Sten in regard to elven gender roles, since they are not as strict as they are in the Qun.
Agender Zevran is my favorite favorite favorite new head canon.
You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think she’s ugly, but everyone else thinks you’re an idiot.
I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.
Lynn Barber, An Education (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
We choose to trust and love and make ourselves vulnerable based on hope, the hope that we’re mostly right about the person we’re with. It’s terrifying to know that you can never truly know what’s going on with someone. Trust actions above words, always always always.
That third pic in particular and his wonderfully cute little mannerisms and his lovely tatts and hair and collar and butt and aahhhhhh