#fatesought

Hazy morning light filtered in through the worn, mismatched curtains, stirring Niamh from sleep. She snuffled blearily, cuddling in closer to Quarth’s back, trying to stay in the pocket of warmth they’d created underneath the quilts. It had started snowing the night before, a sudden snowstorm that left them both chilly and all too eager to snuggle for warmth.

However, since she was the first to wake, she supposed she should start a fire to warm up the little cottage. She pressed a kiss to her heartsong’s temple before wiggling out of his arms, taking care to tuck the quilts back in around him. 

        ❝ know how to twirl daggers by chance, buddy ? ❞ vic held onto his own, TRYING to spin them, occasionally dropping them instead. ❝ i wanna learn, just for the hell of it. ❞

       it had been a DAILY struggle since the inquisition’s newest addition entered skyhold. the first day, skyhold’s head cook screamed as if she were being possessed by a demon herself, throwing the nightly watch’s midnight dinner to the floor upon first encountering quarth. the second day, templars were seen feverishly praying to andraste and asking evee for the maker’s blessing. today, the THIRD DAY, people came rushing out of the gardens and a young healer begged evee to investigate the DARKSPAWN that appeared almost out of thin air. 

       it didn’t make much investigation to know who was responsible for the widespread panic, though she could hardly blame him. 

       ‘ quarth? can we speak for just a moment? ‘

Mattias couldn’t really remember the rest of the song. Something about the dangers of the sea yadda yadda. It felt very fitting all the same. Above him the big beautiful sky was dyed a brilliant red- what little of it peaked under the clouds. He couldn’t help a giddy laugh making the bandits who had him tied up (rather shoddily) spook. 

“What ya laughin’ about?” A big brute with graying hair and a little more fat than muscle snarled at him. Matty grinned, foolish and foolhardy and altogether in a good mood.

“Oh you know,” he fingered the rope where it was loosely tied around his hands, testing it just slightly. Oh- this was so so so very unfortunate for them! “Got some of that lunacy.” 

“Luna-what?” The smaller of the three squinted at him. “That some sorta disease?”

“Definitely,” Mattias smiled serenely. “The moon comes out and it makes me sorta mad. Happens when you piss off the fae-folk. They ain’t very kind when we go trippin’ around the faewilds with our cock hangin’ out.”

“They magiced your dick wit’ lunacy?” The smaller asked, brow furrowed. 

“Yup!” Mattias gave a little squirm and a little breathy laugh. The sun was a ribbon of red-gold barely visible through the winter-thin trees of the forest now. 

“Will you all quit fuckin’ around?” The middle of the three huffed, the leader but only marginally brighter. Not that Mattias has much room to speak. “It’s about time we get to work.” 

The light faded, only the moon filtering through breaks in the clouds.”I think you’re right,” Mattias grinned, slow and feral, eyes flashing red in the dim light. Before any of the three men could respond, the man started laughing, low crazed before the sound broke into a wicked snarl. Fast as lightning he darted forward, bonds slipping to the ground and a wolf in the place of a man ripping through the throat of the bandit leader. The other two ran off in a panic, shouting at each other to hide but it was of little use. It was the night of the hunt and the hunt lased for hours and hours until the fields were painted red and the sun rose again, barely filering through the grey of stormy clouds. 

Mattias didn’t care. He was cold, naked, tired, and tacky with blood. He laid down in the same breath that fur became skin and passed the fuck out. 

👶 FOR A GLIMPSE OF  MY MUSE PARENTING.  ACCEPTING !  *  @fatesought​

@cfdivinity  for  the  mention  of  raunver  ! 

   「♖」     ❛❛    SIMPLE SOLUTION THEN, I just won’t get HIT !  ❜❜

“ everybody chill !  i got this under control. ”