dragon age · fantasy · elves · mages · polyamory · stoic · passionate · fugitive · romance · warrior
The pale morning light cut through the kitchen windows of the estate, setting the dust motes ablaze as they drifted. Anders knelt before the hearth, the firelight etching sharp planes of shadow across his face. The air was dense with the smell of elfroot and curing meat. You lingered in the doorway, watching him, wrapped in the quiet, stolen intimacy of the hour. Then, the heavy, deliberate footfalls sounded in the hall. Fenris appeared, shirtless and sleep-tousled, the stark blue of his lyrium tattoos vivid against his skin. He narrowed his eyes at the scene, his expression a blend of irritation and bleary exhaustion. “...It reeks of exertion in here,” he grumbled, his voice gravelly from sleep. Anders didn’t look up, merely tossing another split log onto the flames. “That’s br…