Alistair: you’re attracted to a sense of humor and there’s a part of you that appreciates cheesy romance
Morrigan: you’re into women that could walk on your face and you’d say thanks
Zevran: you were planning on romancing someone else, and then after meeting Zevran you had a “holy shit Zevran is smooth as FUCK” realization before quickly changing your romance
Leliana: you like cute girls
Anders: someone probably thinks that you’re the most boring person in existence or the most obnoxious person in existence
Isabela: you say “holy shit I am so gay” on a regular basis, or you’re really into women that could walk on your face and you’d say thanks
Fenris: you might have a voice kink
Merrill: you like cute girls
Sebastian: you tend to not get along with people that romanced Anders
Cassandra: you’re definitely into badass women that could walk on your face and you’d say thanks
Blackwall: you’re really into men with beards, you’re a sucker for redemption arcs, or your canon inquisitor is a dwarf (or all of the above)
Iron Bull: you either really wanted to romance Sten in DAO or you’re into extremely muscular men, and if you romanced him with a qunari inquisitor you are physically incapable of shutting up about it
Josephine: you really like cute girls
Sera: you’re gay and you think dick jokes are hilarious
Dorian: you probably really, really hate doribull
Cullen: you probably romanced Alistair in DAO
Solas: you’re attracted to intellect and you enjoy suffering
Tag: Fenris
“Fenris is the Hawk’s torchere.”
Joking around with glowing Fenris.
I had this sudden urge to draw Hawke with a fedora hat.
Common language.
First words said to •
The Warden• Hawke •The Inquisitor•
Boss
Fenris remembers standing in his room shortly after they met, stomach roiling before the incongruity of a mage scrubbing his floor while her brother grumbled, carrying the splintered remains of a table outside. He stormed out then, some strange alloy of shame and dread burning through him, and almost left behind whatever had been started there, in fear of the day Hawke would claim her due.
But that day never came, and when she let her mouth fall against his, he knew that it was not a test, not a game, that were he to say no, there would be no lash, no leash, no collar—but he did not want to say no, and so he took what was freely given, and took her.
And then the dreams began.Commission done for wonderful and very patient @aban-asaara 🙂
I had a interesting task to draw Hawke and Fenris as an illustration for her story – “For What Binds Us”
Inquisition Fenris is tired.

