In The Breaking

[zilentdreamer]

He cannot remember the burning stripe of the lash falling across his shoulders, the dull ache of old bruises layered atop one another, the hollow grinding emptiness of hunger sitting in his belly like a stone.

All memory of pain is being crushed out of him, fire tipped blades sliding through his flesh, carving a path for the searing touch of magic

Comments

[luci0logy]

he cannot make out over the bubbling hiss of his own skin dying beneath the white hot press of raw lyrium

I love your writing, your phraseology, but I would love it more if all these snippets of Fenris and Hawke amalgamated in to a complete story.

[zilentdreamer]

Thank you for the compliment.

So far I haven't been inspired to write anything longer with Fenris and Hawke. But maybe once I start playing Dragon Age II again I will be inspired.

[ashfae]

I'm glad you extended this. It's even more powerful than the original.

[zilentdreamer]

Thank you!

It was supposed to be a short prompt response but then it got away from me. ^^

[charisstoma]

Excuse me while I take Danarius out into the forest and chop him up into little pieces feeding them into a fire in front of his eyes so that he knows there's no recovery, nothing but death at the end and the getting there will be slow.

[zilentdreamer]

Feel free. Danarius is an asshole.

(I love playing the quest where I eventually cut his head off. It gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling.)