#i really hope i @ the right blog gjdnfndnd im on mobile rn so-

[lyriumshackled]

@lvllcn

The courtyard is nice this time of year. Despite the chill of the mountains, it still doesn’t feel cold enough to set him on edge, and for once, he’s just lounging. There’s no extra motives in his actions, no attempts at ditching his wandering thoughts- he’s honestly just taking time to enjoy the night time air, and stare up at the stars.

He probably should feel on edge, but all he feels is tiredness. It’s unusual for Fenris to be kept up by insomnia not caused by his brain’s turmoil. He doesn’t, though. He thinks of the constellations, of the moon, and of the serenity.

Footsteps draw him back to reality. They’re loud and crunching against the frozen dirt and gravel, and though he knows anyone in Skyhold is probably an ally, instinct sets him on edge. He poses no real threat right now, the exhaustion from his insomnia finally catching up on his body. He must look like a wreck, based on what he feels- nonetheless, he speaks, elegant and sharp. “Reveal yourself. Speak your name.”

If he weren’t so tired, and perhaps a little less lost in the beauty of nature, perhaps he’d have realized that the stranger hadn’t tried to hide at all, and was actually right in front of him.