Here’s a wittle morning selfie of my fav couple to celebrate my reaching 8,000+ followers!!! Ahh thank you guys so much it really is so kind and overwhelming and humbling to have so much support >////< Thank you for supporting me and my silly arts and all my nonsense and hopefully you will continue to do so! Thank you so much <3<3<3
Can you PLEASEEEE write an "All I Ask" by Adele Zimbits fic? EVERY TIME I HEAR THE SONG I CRYYYY
A great song! This fic is suitably melodramatic and emotional. It’s a canon-divergence from Kiss The Ice.
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Bitty watches Jack. He’s normally not so obvious with it,
but tonight, knowing it’s the last night that Jack will be here, and with only
the stars and a flickering fire to light the group, Bitty lets himself watch.
The orange light does something to Jack’s features, making
them almost glow as he smiles and laughs at something Holster says. Jack looks
over to Bitty and Bitty laughs along with him, not really sure what he’s
laughing about. He keeps drifting in and out of the conversation, his own
thoughts too loud.
Jack’s graduating tomorrow. And Shitty, of course, but in
Bitty’s heart, Jack’s the one he’s going to miss more. He feels a little bad for thinking it, but he doesn’t have
to admit it to anyone but himself.
Bitty pulls his hands further into the sleeves of the jacket
Jack lent him, bringing his hands up to rest his head in them. This way, he can
smell the traces of Jack on the sleeves. Soap and shampoo.
Whatever you do don’t think of Fenris, after the fog warriors but before Kirkwall, getting rejected by a passing Dalish clan he seeks asylum with because he’s a city elf and an ex-slave and they’re afraid Danarius will come after him and fuck them up.
Don’t think of him not having any real survival skills and having to risk the towns and cities as he travels because he doesn’t have a tent to pitch or know how to start a fire.
Don’t think of walking across the entire continent over the course of three years with no meaningful human (or elf) interaction beyond what he can pay for, and being left as soon as his coin runs out. Being left over and over again, because his worth can be measured in sovereigns and silvers even after he’s left Tevinter.
Don’t think of him conspiring to trick a stranger into helping him, and being genuinely surprised when they tell him that he didn’t have to lie to get help. Don’t think of him telling you that he’s has met few in his travels that ever expressed anything but selfishness.
Don’t think of that because that’s sad.
THINK OF HIM MEETING ANSO. AND BECOMING FRIENDS WITH ANSO.
THINK OF HIM THINKING “WOW. WOW THIS DWARF IS EVEN MORE OF A MESS THAN I AM. THIS DWARF. YES I CAN TRUST THIS DWARF. THIS MESS THAT IS A DWARF. YES MY FRIEND, THE MESS DWARF.”