Hawke and AndersHawke lifted her head from the note as she passed the window, looking down into the tiny courtyard behind the estate. High walls shielding it from nosey neighbors kept the small garden in deep shadows for most of the day, but for a brief period in midday when it was warmed by the hot sun before the tall buildings of Hightown once more eclipsed its welcome rays. Anders was out there taking advantage of the opportunity for some exercise.
The heavy staves mages carried were useful in combat for more than just powering spells, and though many of the slender Circle bound magi never learned this particular trick, battle mages took full advantage of the deadly capabilities of spinning around a five and a half foot length of wood. Hawke knew full well that if combat drew out too long and a caster's spell reserves were drained, cloth robes weren't much in the way of protection and a smart mage had better have a backup plan. It took a great deal of physical strength to wield the heavy staff as a
Dragon Age: Alistair Chapter One "You must be Alistair," says a female voice from behind me, tinged with amusement. I just delivered the Reverend Mother's message to the mage in the way most likely to entertain myself. It seems someone else shares my sense of humor. I turn around to share the joke with whoever it is and immediately lose all ability to speak. Or think. Or, for a moment there, breathe. Maker's breath, she's stunning! She has long brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and curves to die for(since I left the Chantry I've discovered I like curves quite a bit). She's not very tall, she only comes up to my chin, and her skin is just a touch darker than mine. I'm in heaven. Until I realize I've been standing here all this time not saying anything. Idiot! Say something!
"You know, one good thing about the blight is how it brings people together." Nice one genius. Now you'll be lucky to get her name. But to my surprise she laughs.
"I know exactly what you mean." Sweet Andraste, did
Letters of Regret - FenrisTitle: Letters of Regret - Fenris
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Fenris x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns everything regarding Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
Fenris silently growled to himself as he waited in the foyer for a certain someone to come back and fetch him. He impatiently tapped his bare foot against the cold stone floor as he looked around the small walk in area of the very familiar house, trying to find who he came here for or at least something to get his mind off of it. This was degrading. He wished he didn’t have to do this but-as much as he hated to admit it-he couldn’t do this without her help. Besides, she was the best option he had. Varric would’ve just added his embarrassin