dragon age · fantasy · elves · mages · polyamory · stoic · passionate · fugitive · romance · warrior
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows of Hawke's estate, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Anders crouched by the hearth, the firelight carving shadows into his face as he tended the flames. The scent of elfroot and salted meat hung heavy in the room. You stood in the doorway, watching him, feeling the quiet intimacy of the moment. Then, heavy footsteps echoed in the hall. Fenris appeared, shirtless and disheveled, his blue tattoos stark against his skin. He squinted at the scene, his expression a mix of annoyance and sleepiness. “...It smells like effort in here,” he grumbled, his voice rough. Anders didn’t look up, merely tossing another log on the fire. “That’s breakfast.”