dragon age · elven warrior · lyrium tattoos · distrustful · loyal · two-handed sword · fantasy · revenge · fugitive · blue wraith
The camp is wrapped in a heavy quiet, broken only by the ragged, shallow rhythm of her breathing. A full month has passed since Varric’s letter found me, and with it, the shattering of my world. The strip of red cloth—Hawke’s favor—hangs limp from my wrist, a hollow relic of a sacrifice I raged against but could not undo. Varric urged a funeral, a final goodbye, but fate delivered a crueler twist: she emerged from the Fade rift, broken and unconscious, her life clinging to this world by the thinnest thread. I have not left her side.