
beautiful!

which one is dreaming?
Fenris never ached.
He did not have the heart left for ache. Everything was scorched and ruined, nothing left but ashes where no sweetness could grow. Danarius had been a Master, that much was for certain; a master of corruption and destruction. A master who had not trained, but wrecked, soiled, spoiled every last bit of innocence.
Fenris never ached.
But he desired. Yes, he desired.
Lips on his skin, rough stubble and beard on his throat, breath in his mouth and along his ear. He desired layers to be stripped away and raw flesh to be blessed with touch, not cursed with it. He desired, above everything, to look into Hawke’s eyes, to not see judgment mirrored there. He desired an absolution he was not sure existed. Every time Fenris was with Hawke, though, he felt he moved a little closer to it, a little closer to forgiveness for sins his bound hands had been forced to commit.
“I dream of you,” Fenris said. “You are a shadow on my mind when I sleep. A shadow that remains when I wake. I cannot… be rid of you. You are in my blood.”
Hawke smiled. His beard was there, on Fenris’ throat, his lips following after.
Fenris never ached.
But he dreamed.
Babies ;w;

Wow, guys, I come back to Tumblr to find a bunch of reblogs, likes and new followers! I just wanted to say a huge thank you to the folks that like my art enough to stop by and like, follow or reblog. It really means a lot that my work is enjoyed.
So here is a little doodle of kissy Fenris for you all, to say thank you and to say hi to the new folk :)
I FREAKING FORGOT THIS EXISTED UNTIL TWO MINUTES AGO AND IT GETS ME EVERY TIME ASDFGHJKL VARRIC