“I am yours,” Fenris murmured. Those words did not seem enough, but they were honest and they were all that he had.
“No,” Marian answered softly. “You are your own.” She reached towards him and he took her hand, pressing it gently to his chest.
“Allow me to correct myself then,” he said with a smile. “My heart is yours.”
Marian said nothing. She closed her eyes and leaned forward until her forehead touched his. And for the first time in his life Fenris felt at peace. He felt free.
Tadaaaaaaa!! It’s finally finished! I really shouldn’t have spent so much time working on this, but let’s say it was a belated birthday gift for myself XD
I just really needed to draw these two idiots together again. It got a bit out of hand, but I’m really proud with the result! I hope you like it as well!!
orzammar dwarves noticing the leaves slowly blanketing the ground, red and orange and gold and brown, and finding the most infectious pleasure in crunching them as they travel
qunari who’ve lived mostly in par vollen experiencing their first autumns, grumbling…