Where Chaos and Winter Rein

Hey-yoooooo! It's that day of the week when Wednesday is the name and words are the game. Today, I bring for you Anders teaching Violet spirit healing because I am self-indulgent, and why not?

Tagging (never with any pressure): @babydinosaur930 @blossom-adventures @inkysqueed @softeasun @mylosingdogs @guacamolleee @starfleetteddybear @hircines-hunter annnnnd anyone else who might have something to share. Seriously, if you have something, I would love to see it. <3

As she chews on her lip, Violet reluctantly closes her eyes and concentrates on her magic, deep pools of energy washing over her consciousness as she delves even further. 

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what? It’s just magic.”

With a shake of his head, he reaches out a hand to take one of hers. “You’re trying to hard. Let go and tell me what you feel.”

Trying too hard? But isn’t that what her father had taught her? Focus all her energy into an object and bend it to her will? She sighs as she tries to relax, the warmth of Anders’ hand on her own momentarily distracting her, as she sinks down into herself again. What is she looking for? What if she can’t do it? What if—

“Stop thinking, Vi. Just relax and let it come to you”

Gooseflesh breaks out across her skin, hairs rising slowly up her arms as his breath tickles at the shell of her ear, her mind screeching to a halt and speeding up all at the same time. 

“Okay,” she swallows thickly as she tries again, this time emptying her mind of anything except the cool feel of her magic as it dips around her.

Never before has she felt like this. Never before has she felt so—

Alive. 

Thoughts begin to cast off far away from her, ripples of magic picking up slowly in amplitude as it crashes through her, running down the edges of her consciousness to slip like sand through her fingers. She is everywhere; she is nowhere, and as the last of her will tries to anchor itself, clawing desperately at the vast empty ocean before her, the soft whisper of Anders’ words coaxes her forward.

“Let go.” She can almost feel the vibrations against the small hairs of her ears. “Follow me.”

And she is filled to the brim, tipping off into the depths of the unknown below.  All at once Violet is tumbling forth head over heel as a sensation both strangely alien yet somehow familiar swallows her whole. It is a song as old as time itself and passed down from generation to generation, fathers to daughters—lover to lover.

More whispers fill her ears, head empty and yet a cacophony of sound vibrating through her as her magic sings to life at the touch of a hand against hers.

Is this what it is like to finally feel right? To be in her element and feel like she is connected to someone—something?

The hand, warm and soft in hers, grips tighter, pulling Violet closer as the whispers around her swell to a painful din. Her ears strain around the sound as she tries to pick out what any of them is trying to say to her. It is too much. Too fast. Too loud as her ears begin to ring painfully.

“Let go.”

Why did she ever think this was possible?

“Follow me.” 

She begins to lose balance, vertigo settling in.

“Feel.” 

And what if no one is there to catch her on the other side?

“Violet?” The ghost of Anders’ voice rubs against her consciousness.

welp, here we go again. another version of, I know this won’t happen, but still wanted to see ‘this person, but older’

Hey-yoooooo! It's that day of the week when Wednesday is the name and words are the game. Today, I bring for you Anders teaching Violet spirit healing because I am self-indulgent, and why not?

Tagging (never with any pressure): @babydinosaur930 @blossom-adventures @inkysqueed @softeasun @mylosingdogs @guacamolleee @starfleetteddybear @hircines-hunter annnnnd anyone else who might have something to share. Seriously, if you have something, I would love to see it. <3

As she chews on her lip, Violet reluctantly closes her eyes and concentrates on her magic, deep pools of energy washing over her consciousness as she delves even further. 

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what? It’s just magic.”

With a shake of his head, he reaches out a hand to take one of hers. “You’re trying to hard. Let go and tell me what you feel.”

Trying too hard? But isn’t that what her father had taught her? Focus all her energy into an object and bend it to her will? She sighs as she tries to relax, the warmth of Anders’ hand on her own momentarily distracting her, as she sinks down into herself again. What is she looking for? What if she can’t do it? What if—

“Stop thinking, Vi. Just relax and let it come to you”

Gooseflesh breaks out across her skin, hairs rising slowly up her arms as his breath tickles at the shell of her ear, her mind screeching to a halt and speeding up all at the same time. 

“Okay,” she swallows thickly as she tries again, this time emptying her mind of anything except the cool feel of her magic as it dips around her.

Never before has she felt like this. Never before has she felt so—

Alive. 

Thoughts begin to cast off far away from her, ripples of magic picking up slowly in amplitude as it crashes through her, running down the edges of her consciousness to slip like sand through her fingers. She is everywhere; she is nowhere, and as the last of her will tries to anchor itself, clawing desperately at the vast empty ocean before her, the soft whisper of Anders’ words coaxes her forward.

“Let go.” She can almost feel the vibrations against the small hairs of her ears. “Follow me.”

And she is filled to the brim, tipping off into the depths of the unknown below.  All at once Violet is tumbling forth head over heel as a sensation both strangely alien yet somehow familiar swallows her whole. It is a song as old as time itself and passed down from generation to generation, fathers to daughters—lover to lover.

More whispers fill her ears, head empty and yet a cacophony of sound vibrating through her as her magic sings to life at the touch of a hand against hers.

Is this what it is like to finally feel right? To be in her element and feel like she is connected to someone—something?

The hand, warm and soft in hers, grips tighter, pulling Violet closer as the whispers around her swell to a painful din. Her ears strain around the sound as she tries to pick out what any of them is trying to say to her. It is too much. Too fast. Too loud as her ears begin to ring painfully.

“Let go.”

Why did she ever think this was possible?

“Follow me.” 

She begins to lose balance, vertigo settling in.

“Feel.” 

And what if no one is there to catch her on the other side?

“Violet?” The ghost of Anders’ voice rubs against her consciousness.

Happy Handers exchange @justafterjuly! ✨ I drew this for your fey Anders/ mortal Hawke AU prompt. I was imagining the idea of Hawke being a warrior trapped in the fey world and ending up bound to Anders in some way. I really loved trying something a little different for this style wise so I hope you'll like the result!

Thank you for hosting this event @tes-gala 🩷