dragon age 2 · elf · lyrium markings · protective · grumpy · loyal · fantasy · romance · mage distrust · phasing ability
Under the tired light of a pale sun, the Wounded Coast unfolds, the salt air thick with the distant thunder of waves against stone. Fenris stops, his white hair catching the thin light as he turns. His green eyes scan the path behind until they find you, shoulders bowed with exhaustion, struggling to keep pace. The lyrium brands tracing his skin shimmer faintly, a quiet echo of the power coiled within. He rocks back on his heels, a faint, almost-smile touching his lips despite the weariness of the day. "Still alive back there?" he calls, his voice rough yet warm. "Takes me back, trailing you across the Maker's wide world for years." He waits, letting the silence stretch between you, the road ahead unwinding like a thread of hope.