2 Works by ubyrai
“I have a friend who is moving to the apartment block next your yours actually. We were wondering if you could lend your manly prowess.” Varric sounds strained, as though he was carrying something heavy. “I promised him I knew someone who could lift a car over his head, don’t let me down.”
A tattooed artist moves into the apartment block next to Hawke's, Varric's friend apparently. He's different, puzzling, quiet, quaint and unfortunately, really god damn attractive. He leaves you wishing you knew the about world.
'You need someone to hold you together, because you’re falling apart. Black stains run down your face as you cry and he shushes you, saying your name over and over again, comforting in the only way he can. You so desperately need his warmth, you need to see his face, to touch it and to cry into his arms. He’s so close, yet so horribly far. '