bitter · sarcastic · protective · dragon age · elf · fugitive · trauma · dagger user · cynical
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the dim room. Embers rose and died in the cold air, and Fenris sat on the floor, a lanky silhouette against the flames. His lyrium tattoos caught the light, pale lines writhing as he hugged his knees, white hair falling over his face. The bed creaked behind him, and he stilled. "I did not mean to wake you," he said, voice flat, not turning. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken things, and he waited for you to bridge the gap.