Faded

✘ They say death is only a journey. Even struck blind, my feet would know every turn of that winding, treacherous path. I have nothing left to offer the living, save that final end. You should move on. Indie | Selective FENRIS Dragon Age II Formerly fadehearted Tracking tag: fadedancer Est. July 1st, 2015 Rebooted Sept. 25th, 2017

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selcouth

Heavenly Words | accepting

(adj.) unfamiliar, strange, yet marvelous

A little over twenty minutes south of Hightown, Marian's convertible revved up the wide stretch of road that ran toward Kirkwall’s industrial district. The stars were just starting to come out as she decelerated onto the ramp. As much as you could see the stars with the perpetual layer of fog that lazed in the air this close to the foundry. 

Next to her, Fenris was a much quieter passenger than Varric, and a much more stationary one than Isabela who liked to lean out and hoot at passerby while Marian tried to disappear behind her sunglasses. 

She glanced furtively at the elf when she pulled up to a red light, watching him watch the alleys and shadows in that forever wary way of his. In the open air of the convertible, his silvery hair stirred; swept back like thrown starlight...

The signal turned green. Marian snapped her eyes back to the road and cleared her throat. “Almost there.” she promised.

They were bound for the comedy club she liked to go to, housed in a repurposed warehouse. Usually it was Varric that accompanied her, but the dwarf was feeling sick tonight and, citing that it would have been a shame to waste the extra ticket, she had convinced Fenris to come in his place.

The car rumbled into the dirt lot, unlit save for the headlights of other vehicles pulling in. The place was filling up quickly by the looks of it.

“Here we are.” Marian got out and began the difficult ritual of wiggling the top just right to get it back down. The car, once her father’s, was too old to have anything automatic, but Marian liked it that way. After some squeaking and shuffling she got it closed and smoothed her hair back in readiness. “The entrance is round the side,” she tossed her head in the direction of the warehouse. “Come on.” 

Leading the way, Marian wove a silhouetted path through the blinking highbeams of parked and parking cars. Eventually she swung around the shiny top of one of the brass poles they put outside when there was a line up. She liked passing through their black velvet ropes, they were softly worn to the touch and made her feel like she was walking the red carpet. After checking over her shoulder to make sure Fenris was still behind her, she pushed open the door of the club. 

Inside the air was warm, heavy with the smells of spilled alcohol and vintage upholstery. She stepped close to Fenris for a moment and pushed up onto her tip toes to try and see over the jostling heads and shoulders. 

“There’s a free table! I’ve got it.”

Zipping ahead, Marian shucked her jacket and dropped it on the back of a chair then plopped into the one next to it; the universal sign of a seat being on reserve. By the time Fenris caught up, she had settled in and was accepting a liter of red wine from the server, the pair of worry rings Marian wore on each thumb clinking off the glass. “I took the liberty.” Her lips curved in greeting as she tipped the decanter.

The overhead lights began to come down and bluesy music tha-thump-tha-thumped out of the speakers piled alongside the stage. Marian leaned over to Fenris, whispering in his ear as she slid a glass of wine for him across the tabletop by its stem. “Thanks for coming with me, by the way.”

The opening comedian was a dwarf, a big bearded and even bigger bellied chap whose lumbering around the stage had everybody cracking up. Even Fenris. In low, covert chuckles that pulled Marian’s attention sideways. She took a slow pull of her drink, smiling behind the rim of the glass. In truth, she wasn’t really here to watch the show tonight. She’d brought Fenris to see him laugh, for he did seem so much like he needed it. 

And if the other ticket was never for Varric in the first place? Well, no one needed to know that but her.

[jewishzevran]

"So, what do you do in that gigantic house all day?"

"Dance, of course."

Again, @tzedekart has outdone himself. Working with him is an absolute joy. If you get the chance to snag a commission, you won't regret it. I'm absolutely enamored with this piece.

[fadedancer]

"He loves you, you know. The Inquisitor, I mean. We can all see it. Can't you?"

“Keep your gaze-- and your conclusions-- to yourself,” Fenris growled, indignation conspicuous in the stiffness of his spine, in the eyes that narrowed until they seemed nearly black. He knew very well what the greycloak spoke of... that ember still burned within him, even unfed. Yet there was nothing of him left to bear that sentiment. How could a ghost fill a bed? A heart? A life? Extinguishing that flame was an act of kindness to them both.

“Our affairs are nothing that should concern you. Any of you. Is the weight of the world not enough? Must he also bear your lashing, meddlesome tongues?”

[hisonae]

[fadedancer]

Atreion doesn't say anything, just wraps his arms around Fenris and buries his face in his neck.

A wise man knew when to protest the generosity of fate, and when to accept the gifts of serendipity without reservation. Fenris would not claim to be the most enlightened of creatures when it came to the mysteries of the heart, but he definitely knew his fortune when a certain mystery enveloped him like a cloak... silent, comforting, the familiar weight and scent of his body as intoxicating as any wine.

The easy silence swelled like the warmth that radiated from the ebbing hearth before them, and the warrior just let it be, let them be, lifting a hand to curl over Atreion’s arm, accepting, resting back against the solid presence of the one who had only ever been there for him without asking anything at all in return. 

[yoschag]

Im so ready for the next instalment, so hyped. tiny sketch

[fadedancer]

CHARACTER IN FIVE QUOTES

tell us your favourite quotes from your character. give us an idea of who they are five things they’ve said. then tag your friends:

for the hell of it, i’m gonna do both canon and rp quotes, but if you have an OC character feel free to go with your favorite RP quotes~

Fenris

Canon Quotes

Varric: “So what do you do in that gigantic house all day?” Fenris: “Dance, of course.” Varric: “Really?” Fenris: “I run from room to room, choreographing routines.”

Aveline: "Rightfully stolen" isn't exactly something I can forward to the Viscount. Be more discreet about... yourself.” Fenris: “I shall endeavor to exist with less offense.”

“Responsibility is the only thing magisters don't take.”

“There are no puppy eyes.”

Isabela: Where I come from, they're called "tattoos." Sailors get them all the time. Fenris: Not made of lyrium, I'd imagine. Isabela: Not a one. And the pictures are different—usually breasts. Fenris: I suppose a pair of lyrium breasts tattooed onto my chest would make things better. Isabela: That's me. I'm a helper.

RP Quotes

“It is difficult to explain, to one who has never been a slave. When a person is everything to you, all you have ever known, even a slap can resemble a caress.”

“One would think, Hawke, that the giant chained statues strewn everywhere would not allow such lapses of memory. But I suppose you have always been an optimist.”

“Regret does not exist to serve you. Or any of us. It is a torment that fulfills no purpose save that of fruitless melancholy. It teaches us no lessons, it offers no benefits, and yet we hold that small ember of woe close to our hearts– we nurture it.”

“You already gleam more brightly than any other here, as you well know. Where else could you possibly wear more gold? ...On second thought, no. Don’t answer that.”

“Please reassure me that this does not involve the Blooming Rose. Or Isabela. Or any of the others, actually. Did you see the filth she and Varric wrote about us? And now it’s for sale all over Lowtown. As if I would ever swoon. Ridiculous.”

tagged by: @sworntoprotect <33 tagging: @hopewrought, @wemultitudinous, @maestrodarte, @cuervocanto, @oftevinter, @fractalmind, @mercyburned, @ourdawncomes, @carelessgraces, @arallyingcry, @ofrevas, @seahaloed (your choice), @pcrseverance, @magisterivm, @lcsthearts (your choice) aaaand anyone else who’d like to do the thing! Please tag me, my nosiness knows no bounds :P

[nykoaleksander]

Just a quick Fenris painting. Because that face…

[fadedancer]

WHICH TRAGIC CHARACTER FROM GREEK MYTHOLOGY ARE YOU // 

PENTHEUS

you are pentheus from the bacchae by euripides, and you hold yourself so tightly wound together and so perfectly in place that even the slightest push will make you shatter. you are determined, you are headstrong, and you are addicted to pushing yourself to your farthest limits just to see when you'll snap. you find comfort in tradition, order, and authority, because that's where you are allowed to be blind to the darkness inside you. once in a while, give into the temptation and the chaos you keep denying yourself. it's the only way to not be afraid anymore.

tagged by: @wemultitudinous MY BOO

tagging: it’s been forever and a day so feel free to snag this if you’d like to do it and haven’t yet, and please do tag me <3 poking a few folks out of legit curiosity: @dalishflame, @hopewrought, @ofrevas, @justwanderingmuses (Dorian or Krem), @pcrseverance, @fatetcrn, @theharellan, @arallyingcry, @arcaens

[ceruleanhawk]

Blow

—  My Hawke stayed alive, okay?

[nykoaleksander]

Quick Fenris sketch inspired by this one-shot fanfic by DeeNuke (which in turn was inspired by one of my paintings)… :D Also, I have a thing for long coats. There’ll be more.

[hatesnail]

Lyrium poisoning

[giffex-art]

Here’s a little comic strip based on @dalishflame ‘s tag “fenris please look at your boyf like that he will actually melt” 

[theminttu]

Just like old times

[theminttu]

cause you weren’t crying enough just yet

[eristhenat]

okay but

[fadedancer]

@wemultitudinous in case this hasn’t personally injured you yet <3

[wemultitudinous]

@fadedancer​ asked: “Is this necessary?”

TRAINING TURNED TENSION STARTERS // ACCEPTING

“Is this necessary?” Fenris asks.

“Is it necessary?” Varric repeats, in disbelief. “I can’t believe you even have to ask me that—-but since you did, yes. It is necessary. I’d go so far as to say it’s life and death.”

Fenris doesn’t say anything, but the flat look speaks for itself. Varric spreads his hands.

“I’m serious. Picture it.” When he speaks again, it’s with the voice of a story—-gravelly and deep, pitched low with mystery and drama. One hand sweeps out before him as he sets his scene.

“Lowtown, Just before dawn. I’m returning to the Hanged Man after one of our night-time jaunts with Hawke. Most of the city’s denizens are tucked up in their beds, but this is Kirkwall—-the city where crime never sleeps. It’s as I round a corner mere minutes from my home that I see them. A gang of thugs, and they’ve seen me too.

I reach for Bianca but—-damn! All out of bolts. We fought off twelve demons today and barely made it out with our lives.

They’re coming closer, and they look pissed off and jumped up and ready to beat down. Maybe I owe them money; maybe they really didn’t like the ending to my last book. Either way, I don’t fancy this fight. I turn to slip away into the night only to find they’re behind me, too. What now? Nothing left but my wits.

Lucky for me, my wits are sharper than their knives, and I manage to bring them round, nice and smooth—-talk them down from kicking my ribs in on the grimy floor of a dark alley to one-on-one combat with their leader, a man twice as broad as Aveline, and just as likely to clock me in the jaw hard enough to loosen a few teeth.

‘No weapons,’ I tell him. ‘It’s only fair.’

And so it comes down to this: me and this brute. One chance to live—-”

He looks up, directly into Fenris’ eyes, and breaks out of his affected tones back into his own.

“—-and then I remember that nobody ever taught me how to throw a good punch. What an undignified way to go. You really prepared to be responsible for that?”

Fenris watches him for a moment, and then sighs. Varric’s pretty sure he sees a faint twitch at the corners of his mouth that might be amusement. Marks it down on the mental tally he keeps of all the times he’s managed to crack that dour exterior.

“C’mon Broody. What do you say? Help a dwarf out. One lesson,” Varric wheedles. Fenris sighs.

“Fine. But I’m only showing you once,” he says, almost stern. Varric waves a hand dismissively, and makes the mistake of paying more attention to himself than his companion.

“Once is fine. I’m a fast learn—-”

          CRACK!

He’s pretty sure Fenris pulls the punch, but the pain is still blinding for a second as Varric’s head is forced back. After a long and disbelieving moment, he raises a hand to his nose, and is amazed to find there’s no blood pouring from it.

“Uh, ow,” he says, blinking up at the elf a couple of times.

“There’s your lesson,” Fenris says. “You talk too much.”

“You punched me!” Varric says, voice nasal and muffled through the hand still held against his face. Already the pain is fading down a dull throb. He doesn’t doubt for a second that if Fenris had wanted, he could have sent him flying across the room—-thank the Maker for small mercies, etcetera.

“You asked,” says Fenris mildly. “Would you like me to show you again?”

“—-did I say we barely made it out alive in that story?” Varric asks mutinously. “Because I meant most of us did. Tragically, one of the party fell to the demons. Care to guess which one?”

Fenris smiles. A proper, honest-to-Maker smile, small but almost beatific.

“Lucky for us both it’s just that: a story. Stick to what you’re good at, Varric.” Fenris turns to leave, pausing just before he does so to hand one final piece of advice over his shoulder. “And perhaps consider carrying an emergency crossbow bolt.”

And then he’s gone.

“—-our hero survives the ordeal, only to find himself betrayed by my his friends,” Varric mutters to himself. “That’s what I call a tragedy.”

[fadedancer]

Be honest meme - 2 & 15!

the be honest meme  || accepting

2.  Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?

Well... yes and no. As you are aware xD my day job is in graphic arts, so I do appreciate a sexy theme and all, and the shinies will get my attention as much as the next person. But ultimately, it’s about the writing and the one I’m writing with. All the fancy graphics and formatting in the world can’t make up for a lack of artistry in the written word or compensate for a mun that is a questionable person/treats others badly.

15.  How has rp changed you personally?

It’s definitely improved my creative process, and my ability to communicate in general. Socially it’s helped me step out of my comfort zone somewhat. Even as a fairly extreme introvert, I usually have no problem reaching out to others I don’t know (I mean, I did manage to backflip into your inbox all those years ago lol). But beyond all that, I would definitely have to say I’ve been changed by the friends I’ve made. It’s difficult to imagine life not knowing some of these wonderful lil cinnamon rolls I’ve known forever (oh look, time for a lowkey promo) @wemultitudinous, @cuervocanto, @magisterivm, @fractalmind, @hopewrought, @dalishflame, and even harder to imagine never having met any of my lovely partners in crime at all.

[fadedancer]

3, 16, & 36

the be honest meme  || accepting

3.   What current rp trend do you hate?

Well there are a few I’m not fond of, but hate is a strong word. It definitely wouldn’t keep me from writing with anyone, nor would I judge the quality of their writing for this (as I have some very talented friends that do the thing lol), but. For myself I am not a fan of omitting captial letters from posts. It’s just distracting for me, I guess? It’s also not a super recent development in rp I suppose, but I do see more folks doing it now than when I started out a relative eternity ago :P so yes. Capitals.

16.  If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

This question made me think for a few. Several options came to mind, but they were really more about the nature of people, and how they interact with/treat one another than any actual aspect of tumblr as a medium in and of itself. So I’m going with I would rather things just work without us having to resort to xkit for basic functionality in general, but after writing here for this long, I realize that’s exceedingly wishful thinking.

36.  What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

In the past I would have picked multimuses, back in the day they were not appreciated for some reason? I never really understood the issue. But thankfully they don’t seem to be so anymore that I have seen. I guess I would have to say personals liking my posts, as I’ve seen other muns complaining about it? Reblogging is more annoying, but liking doesn’t bother me at all.