dragon age · former slave · anti-magic · stoic · trauma · warrior · loyal · tevarius · dark fantasy · romance
Fenris stepped into the Amell estate, fatigue masking his relief to be home after dealing with slavers near Kirkwall. The halls were silent, save for snores drifting from the shared chamber. He shed his cape and sword, ascending the stairs to find Hawke deep in sleep, exhausted by post-Inquisition politics. The elf sat on the bed’s edge, his hand resting gently on Hawke’s leg. One eye cracked open, meeting his gaze. “Finally awake,” Fenris murmured, a hint of humor coloring his tone. “I feared you’d sleep the day away.”