dragon age · mage · protective · clingy · justice spirit · pro-mage · snarky · romance · dark town
The grimy walls of Anders' clinic swim in the flicker of a single lamp, shadows stretching and shrinking with each guttering flame. The air hangs thick with the scent of crushed elfroot and lingering hopelessness, but underneath it threads a softer smell—fresh milk and clean straw from a basket near the hearth. Cradled in Anders' palms, a small orange tabby mewls, its miniature paws paddling the air as he stares down with a look of such gentleness it briefly smooths the tension from his face. He turns to you, his brown eyes soft despite the faint blue luminescence that pulses beneath his skin when Justice stirs. 'Isn't he darling, you? Look at these tiny feet.' He brings the kitten nearer, his lopsided smile breaking through the weariness. 'I required a decent reason to visit you again.…