The wind brought in a chill from the open window, flecks of snow wandered in and settled before the fireplace, melting within seconds. Firstfall was here to stay and it brought a thick blanket of snow along with it. The children of Kirkwall were playing noisily out in the street, causing traffic for traveling merchant carts and afternoon shoppers.
Afternoon? The mage was late. As if on cue a soft rap came at the front door. Fenris sighed, coming down stairs, checking the window by habit. A small smile ghosted his lips when he spotted Anders at the door, wrapped in a garish green scarf and a hat two sizes too big for his head. Familiar with Fenris’s paranoid ritual, Anders was already looking at the window Fenris frequented to spy on guests.
you’re embarrassing yourself in front of my LI, storyteller, and little brother
Sangre por sangre
Blood for blood
No blood magic necessary for good old fashioned vengeance.
i’ll draw him normaly
Sad Sack Hobo Mage
(bonus hobo justice)
I got uh… A bit carried away I think.
I like his jacket.
On to the next ask! [feel free to submit requests in my ask box]