[The safehouse is an absolutely infuriating place. He spends a lot of the time pacing, glowering, sometimes attempting to keep himself busy if he can manage. It doesn't take much to get him to snap at someone; perhaps you've approached him to see why he's pacing, or had a question, or maybe you made the mistake of patting his arm to get his attention โ either way he'll turn abruptly with a glowerโ]
Leave. Me. Be.
[His chest begins to swell with his glow, as well as the compulsion to respect his space, to back up, not out of fear but obligation. Or maybe you're witnessing all of this, watching a fellow displaced suddenly shift their entire demeanor as they back away with a respectful bow of their head.]
A stray touch, a tap, a brush of anything without Fenris having his armor from home that covers every inch of skin, all while he's in the midst of thinking about old times. Good, bad, utterly ridiculous...one in particularโ
"So what do you do in that gigantic house all day?"
Fenris looked down at the dwarf with a quirked brow; he can feel the dread of whatever questions were sure to follow, but he already knew he'd deflect as he always does. He half hope Hawke, walking up just ahead as they made their way through the grungy streets of Lowtown, would interfere โ alas he seemed focused on wherever he was leading them next. Probably lost again.
"Dance, of course."
Varric regarded him with a suspicious stare. "Really?"
Fenris spreads his arms. "I run from room to room, choreographing routines."
A hearty laugh escapes Varric. "You're actually joking. Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar!"
A small smile tugs at Fenris's lips. "And you thought I was always serious."]
[You might also find him in a bar somewhere, any bar really, either drinking or working part time as a bouncer, glowering at anyone who looks like they're about to start trouble, or actively starting shit. You also might find him on a rooftop perched on the ledge just staring down dramatically at the cityscape below.
Feel free to make up any scenario of your own! Or hit me up at nicknacked if you would like to plot something!]
Fenris | Dragon Age: Blue Wraith
[The safehouse is an absolutely infuriating place. He spends a lot of the time pacing, glowering, sometimes attempting to keep himself busy if he can manage. It doesn't take much to get him to snap at someone; perhaps you've approached him to see why he's pacing, or had a question, or maybe you made the mistake of patting his arm to get his attention โ either way he'll turn abruptly with a glowerโ]
Leave. Me. Be.
[His chest begins to swell with his glow, as well as the compulsion to respect his space, to back up, not out of fear but obligation. Or maybe you're witnessing all of this, watching a fellow displaced suddenly shift their entire demeanor as they back away with a respectful bow of their head.]
2. ๐๐ต๐ต ๐ผ๐ช๐ต๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ซ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น๐ {๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐ธ๐ป๐ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ}
[It's accidental.
A stray touch, a tap, a brush of anything without Fenris having his armor from home that covers every inch of skin, all while he's in the midst of thinking about old times. Good, bad, utterly ridiculous...one in particularโ
"So what do you do in that gigantic house all day?"
Fenris looked down at the dwarf with a quirked brow; he can feel the dread of whatever questions were sure to follow, but he already knew he'd deflect as he always does. He half hope Hawke, walking up just ahead as they made their way through the grungy streets of Lowtown, would interfere โ alas he seemed focused on wherever he was leading them next. Probably lost again.
"Dance, of course."
Varric regarded him with a suspicious stare. "Really?"
Fenris spreads his arms. "I run from room to room, choreographing routines."
A hearty laugh escapes Varric. "You're actually joking. Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar!"
A small smile tugs at Fenris's lips. "And you thought I was always serious."]
3. ๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป๐ป๐ธ๐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ {๐๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ญ/๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ต๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ญ}
[You might also find him in a bar somewhere, any bar really, either drinking or working part time as a bouncer, glowering at anyone who looks like they're about to start trouble, or actively starting shit. You also might find him on a rooftop perched on the ledge just staring down dramatically at the cityscape below.
Feel free to make up any scenario of your own! Or hit me up at