#sndrd

— @sndrd .

Rest your head.

with a groan, vaeiri stretches his legs out before himself. the day has been long and the fighting arduous, though this is slowly becoming routine. if he'd known allying himself with varric and harding would lead to this, he might have done some more thinking.

alas, here he is now, back at the lighthouse. bruises bloom across his arms, his cheek stinging where a a particularly upset spirit struck at him earlier. "i'm fine, lucanis," he reassures, a smile sitting askew on his lips. he does mean it; there is no merit in whining about something that cannot be changed. he is no longer a veil jumper, but a fighter.

he softens, though, as he takes in the expression washing over lucanis's handsome face. vaeiri coos. who knew the fabled demon of vyrantium had such a soft, caring side? "i appreciate the concern. the bruises won't kill me. but... " his smile morphs into a cheeky grin. "i could need a cup of that coffee of yours, if you'd be willing to share?"

@sndrd said: “ i’ve  seen  enough  horror  for  one  winter.  let’s  not  add  aymeric's feet to  it. ”

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 - 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 releases from lips at ambrose's mention of haurchefant's best friend's feet. good-natured tease as he knows it to be, the knight doesn't take offense to statement about friend, finding it in himself to be true ― & besides, he'd do just about anything to be able to see that smile grace ambrose's lips. haurchefant knows all too well just how little the warrior of light has time to indulge in his own pleasures, hasn't the time to forge his own joy ― that any opportunity is one that the knight is ALL TOO EAGER to grab. heart swells in time with the expression of ease on other's features, a warm set of own features as haurchefant takes the moment in, just the two of them ;

"Perhaps I wish you would," Erenville returned, not aggressively but not kindly either. He sort of wished everyone would just leave him alone, Ambrose included. Although he knew Ambrose was affected by this more than the others, no one was affected as much as he was. And maybe this was his time to be a little selfish.

This whole situation was still teetering on the edge of believability for him. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the facts. Sure, it was easy to understand that the dome had been up for thirty years within and only days without. It was easy to understand that his mother had perished fighting back against Zoraal Ja during that time. It was easy to understand that Sphene had somehow created a veritable afterlife for her residents to live within.

But to believe all of that...it still felt unreal.

He had hugged his mother goodbye for the last time, and he still couldn't quite parse that she was never coming back.

"..." they do not mind, of course they do not mind. it's rare that he is visible to others and touchable but if ambrose needed the rest, who was fray to say no? though if anyone else came in they'd only see a vaguely humanoid shape with burning eyes, telling them to screw off.

fray stands there, looking at the warrior of light for a few seconds before he barks a laugh. the sound might be a bit rough but it is a genuine reaction. his expression softens with the surprise of the compliment but he still waves his hand to dismiss it.

"I haven't been a boy in years" not sure he ever had been one in the first place. "handsome knight perhaps, if anything?"