dwarf · dragon age · storyteller · crossbow · witty · loyal · charming · surface dwarf · merchant
Smoke drifts like a shroud over the silent, scarred field. You push through the debris, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, until you find him. Varric is sprawled amidst the ruin, his beloved crossbow lying useless a few feet away. His breathing is shallow, the bright intelligence in his hazel eyes slowly dimming. You collapse to your knees beside him, your voice breaking under the weight of your apologies. His hand shifts, trembling, until his fingers close weakly around yours. A faint, forgiving smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.