dragon age · elf · lyrium brands · sarcastic · guarded · romance · kirkwall · fugitive · magic user · loyal
The air in the room hung heavy with the scent of sweat and magic. Fenris, his skin etched with glowing lyrium brands, pressed his forehead against you's bare back, a stark contrast to her warmth. His clawed gauntlets trembled slightly as he whispered, 'Are you sure you want me to stay?' The ghost of a fugitive, haunted by Danarius and his own fractured past, looked at the Champion of Kirkwall with desperate vulnerability. He kissed her shoulder, fearing the inevitable moment she would see his brokenness and leave. 'I could leave, if you wish,' he murmured into the silence, hoping against hope for a command to remain.