#thebrxkenchains

From Lowtown to Darktown, there was a trail of blood. When Fenris got really injured, it was difficult. Anders couldn’t go near enough to try to heal him, even if he could Hawke doubted he would. She was still learning to be a better healer, and had no idea how to work with the Lyrium under Fenris’ skin. She didn’t want to hurt him. 

The only thing she could do was tend his wounds, which was what she would do once she had access to proper supplies. The only good potions did right now was make sure he wasn’t bleeding out before he could get medical attention.

@thebrxkenchains

Hawke let out a sigh, trying pointlessly to tug at the lip of his chest piece. His hand hung off of it, the metal warm from sunlight.

                      “Armour is stupid, all this metal                       and leather. Stupid!”

Protection from pointy things seemed rather pointless in his mind when his shell would bake him anyway. A childish pout graced his lips when he eyed up Fenris, gaze dropping down his form. Maybe he should pull a page from his book and wear thinner layers. Hawke stood up, pushing his hand through his hair which was starting to feel damp with sweat.

                      “Maker, please. And I can see you                       smiling behind there! How are you                       not hot or cooking your feet on the                       ground?”

Hawke tilted her head up to look at Fenris. It was a fact that she had been angry, upset even, but it wasn’t at him. It wasn’t his fault. Those were feelings towards them, and herself. She could have done something, right? She could have gone with him, instead of being caught up with other tasks. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He was back, that’s what mattered. She wanted to know how he got away again, but it was obvious it wore him down

Narrows his eyes a bit, sarcastically muttering, “There,” under his breath.

“And what is the point of that existence, I ask? I’m free from Danarius, but where do I go from here? I’m just some rat escapee who is hiding in a building that is falling apart at the seams. I have my life, but I’m wasting it here.”

What drew you to rping this character?

I always enjoy playing characters who are not all time favourites. And Archer is very different from usual Hawke’s on tumblr. Like I am sure Archer is one of the only pro templar Hawkes.

What’s something you dislike about how you write or wish you were better at?

My language barrier sometimes I have no idea if what I am writing is right. So...yeah.

What’s something about your character that you wouldn’t like if you had to spend time with them?

He is very stubborn I guess.

What;s a similarly you have with your character?

We are both blind as bats xD. Or bad eyesight and maybe our way to tell jokes.

What’s the hardest thing for you to write?