sometimes when I think about Fenris I think about the days right before Varania arrived in Kirkwall
and how guardedly hopeful he must have been that it would turn out well, that he’d be reunited with this link to his past
and I imagine him, like, slowly beginning to clean up his mansion, not anything serious, you know, nothing that Isabela or Hawke would be able to comment on if they came by
but maybe straightening up a few of the broken mirrors and torn paintings, dusting off the rickety old table and chairs in the great hall, maybe stacking the bodies neatly by the back door at last
maybe repairing the shattered window in the nicer guest bedroom, just in case
and then that morning before he goes bothering to look at himself in one of the mirrors for the first time a long time, and knowing that even if he can’t do anything about the lyrium he can at least make sure his armor is clean and polished and the leathers in as good a shape as he can get them considering how old they are, because if he can’t remember her at least he can give her a brother she’s not ashamed to be seen with
aaaaaaaaaaaand then Danarius shows up instead.
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