Fenris SleepsThere was the elf... sleeping a tired sleep. Saved from magic by magic once again.Fenris Sleeps by Mag889
How much did he hate the ancient healing art? Was he so eager to stand for his opinions, to just let himself get killed, to save his honor? He said he lost everything, but the mage could see that relentless sparkle in his eye even when he could barely stand.
Anders stayed by the bed that night. He came back just after washing away the blood off his hands and face. The quiet breath worked as a natural sedative. A surprising view... a blood -thirst elven warrior, an assassin, soul-wrecked ex slave. Now calm and peaceful, a rare occasion to see, even more rare to experience, to be a part of.
Anders sighed quietly, afraid to awake the wolf. He perfectly knew, that the wound that Fenris received needed some time to heal, even with the amount of warm, magic he pumped into the half-frozen body. Or rather, the frozen heart.
The healer smiled and almost laughed. What an irony? Fenris indeed seemed so cold- harted
A Priceless AdviceFeeling sick & tired?A Priceless Advice by Mag889
Seriously, at least drop that tight underwear every once in a while!