#fadewalker

[clairedelune-13]

I miss him talking about how thin the veil is in random places.

He’s the Spider-Man of Thedas.

I miss when his Fade-senses were tingling.

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Just wanted to share this piece I made.. I know its not the most beautiful thing but I was a little proud of it for someone that doesn't make art on a daily basis 🥲

[ladydracarysao3]

Drunk writing prompt: “Are you jealous?” I was going to say doesn't matter which pairing but I feel like Abner and her Fadewalker friend might have an interesting chat along these lines. Up to you though :)

I have been really itching to write the Fadewalker. I cannotwait for the rewrite to catch up to him. So… okay… lets have a littleFadewalker business, eh? Thanks for prompting this @ma-sulevin! - this is a shorty, for @dadrunkwriting

As usual, she senses him before he speaks. She had hoped fora peaceful night of fishing at the end of a dock. Legs dangling, toes dipped inthe cool water, watching the moonlight dance and cascade along the ripples.

“What are you doing with him?” he asks. His footsteps hadbeen silent. But she knew he was there. She has long learned how to feel hispresence in her dreams.

“Why?” she grunts, not bothering to turn around to look athim. Instead, she keeps her eyes on the small feather lure flickering along thewater’s surface. She huffs a short, abrupt laugh, “You jealous?”

“I warned you to be weary of him,” he states cooly. Shemerely grunts in response, here shoulders popping one quick convulsion.

He stands silently behind her, watching her attempt to fishin the dreamy moonlight. He grows frustrated with her silence and useless enterprise.With a sigh, he sits next to her, noticeably irritated.

“Can I help you, Fadewalker?” She still has yet to look athim.

“I just think you should consider protecting yourself fromhim, Abner. The two of you flaunt yourselves–“

“How do you know?”

“I’m not going over that with you again.”

She grunts, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “It’snone of your business. I don’t care what cowards think of me, or who I –” Her words stop when hegrabs her wrist. It is not a rough grab, his hand simply wraps around her flesh. A soft grip. Longer slender fingers lingering. 

She looks up at him for the first time. His savage appearancecauses her to inhale deeply. She looks into smoldering eyes, unclear of how sheshould feel under his touch.

Unsure of what any of this means.

“Protect yourself now, as you have always done.”

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