Posts Tagged 'fenlet'

jbr-art:

Fenris with his baby daughter (Ceara Hawke)

m, fenris?

spirrum:

M – When
it rains/snows/storms

Minrathous, Seheron, Kirkwall
– all warm climates with a sweltering sun, and air that hisses and sighs with
heat. This is what he knows, and vehemently prefers, when faced with the
alternative.

In this case, the alternative
is Ferelden, known for two things: an over-abundance of mud, and a population
of dogs to outnumber its people. But as far as Fenris can see, the only
abundance of anything is the white, unpleasantly cold substance that has kept
his wife in high spirits for the better part of their journey south.

His youngest sits on his hip,
a solid and warm weight where everything else is cold. “Da,” she says. Then,
points. “O.”

“Snow,” he agrees, with a
sigh. “Yes.”

“Ma,” she says then, and he follows the line of her gaze towards
where Hawke is trying – and succeeding – in shoving snow down her brother’s
trousers. For his part, Carver is doing a good job yelling loud enough to
attract every highway bandit in a mile’s radius, but neither of them seem to
find the noise at all excessive.

Another sigh. “Yes, that is
your mother. And your uncle.”

A snowball flies across the
path, hitting Hawke square in the back of the head, and she whirls to find her
son falling over himself with laughter.

“And your brother,” Fenris
adds, and feels, suddenly, like a stranger in his own family. Nearly two
decades in Kirkwall has not managed to knock the Fereldan from either of their
bones. Even his eldest – born in the Anderfels, perhaps, but raised in
Kirkwall, is romping through the snow like he was born in it.

A small touch of cold against
his nose, and he looks up towards the grey skies, and the snowflakes drifting
down.

“No,” his daughter says simply, tucking her face against his
scarf, the brush of her dark hair prompting him to press his cheek against it. Then,
as though uttering it with enough insistence will convince the weather to change its ways (and
considering her heritage, the thought is not implausible)

No.”

“My sincerest sympathies,” he agrees, gaze following his wife as
she hoists their son up by his armpits, to toss him into the nearest snowbank.
“What say you we go back home to Kirkwall, you and I?”

“Wall,” she agrees solemnly,
and despite the snow seeping into his boots, Fenris finds a smile.

From across the path, Hawke
looks up, scarf tangled with her hair and cheeks flushed from the cold, and her grin ten years younger. She’s so much more than her place of origin, but the frozen
earth has turned something soft within her; has made mellow a countenance that
the city has spent years hardening. It might just be nostalgia, but he doesn’t begrudge her this sliver of happiness, even if he can’t find it in himself to understand it.

And, “You will grow to love it,” he says, even
knowing she can’t yet grasp the meaning of the words. But she is his,
and this he knows, as she will one day realize –

That the things which at
first seem inconceivable (a mage, the mother of his children; freedom, when he’d forgotten such a thing existed), might one day make all the sense in the
world.

onemooncircles:

Oh no my hand slipped

Mistress Miranda Hawke and family ❤

onemooncircles:

Miranda Hawke, her beloved, their little ones, and the dog in the parlour-kitchen of their house in Jader, 9:45 Dragon.

[The kids love Fenris’s bedtime stories: he might not do all the voices the way Hawke does, but his readings are clear and confident and come from the heart.  Hawke loves them every bit as much as the children do, because she remembers a time when he couldn’t read a word.]

spaceprincessarts:

De-stress doodle… Aster, Fenris and lil Faelan Hawke ♥♥

I don’t know if your still doing the kissing prompt thing, but if you are maybe, “exhausted parent kiss” with hawke and fenris? Please and Thank you

bipolarfenris:

you didn’t specify fic or sketch but i went with sketch :’) such a cute prompt!! ahhhh thank you for this!!! ^_^

gaothan:

More papa Fenris


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