#pleas nobody say anything mean im rly self concious abt sharing work in da fandom idk why ��

[calicostorms]

WIP Wednesday!!

Tagged by @merrybandofmurderers <3 actually have a small, tentative snippet from a DAI fic about my dorianmancer I've been working on! It'll probably go through some extensive edits if I do eventually post it :] not tagging anyone this week but others are welcome to tag me in their wip posts!

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He isn’t sure what he expects upon cresting the hill, but another elven apostate fighting alongside a dwarf certainly isn’t it. 

The two seem to hold their own well against the shades at the very least, and finding others alive bolsters him in spite of the rift above his head that’s tugging the mark on his hand. He certainly hadn’t expected to find another free mage here, but another ally through the valley is good in his book. 

He spins his staff to dispatch the last of the shades in a swift flashfire spell from the clunky staff he’d found and the swirling rift above them flickers and extends outwards menacingly. A hand grasps his, thin but rough with the calluses of an apostate, and holds his hand up to the swirl of green in the air. 

The rift gets even bigger, wider as if to swallow him up, and for a terrifying moment Nydha can feel it pulling painfully at the mark on his raised hand before the rift snaps and collapses in on itself. 

“What did you do?” Nydha asks, holding his left hand close until the twinge within it subsides to the slower thrumming pain he’s grown used to since he awoke.

“I did nothing. The credit is yours.” The elven man releases his hand with an almost beatific smile, uncharacteristically serene considering the demons falling from the Breach far above their heads.