Things that make me enjoy Carver.
art by ysucae
And since I am grading those, this is so far my 3rd favorite art of him.
i had some pretty terrible dreams last night. anders was there too, wearing something i can’t quite remember. trying to draw it to get it out of my head.
and my dog just destroyed one of my copic multi liners. awesome.
i’m listening to the skyrim atmosphere songs and trying to calm down.
Kirkwall, city of bad dreams and big shadows. Sometimes, Anders’s unhooks from the soles of his feet and travels beyond his boots, against the far wall of the clinic, framed in the open doorway. He recognizes himself in it. He’s always had a distinct profile, though he can never tell the moment it started to remind him of other things—a bird of scavenge, a bird of prey.
It leaves. He doesn’t reach out to stop it.
The feathers turn to rags and the rags to smoke. The nightmare is bad enough, but it catches him somewhere before waking. At least he knows the peaces of troubled sleep, that the struggle ends just behind the eyelids.
During the day he isn’t so lucky, which is why Hawke’s bed haunts him more than he’ll ever say—a comfort that beckons as much as he denies it, as much as it denies him.
He can’t lie forever on a rickety cot in Darktown. If the gossip of the rats doesn’t wake him, their whiskers tickling his fingers or teeth gnawing at the hole in his left sock are bound to do the trick. Nothing soft, nothing gentle. Only the righteous, hard on a body as it it may be.
Shadows don’t play by those same rules.
The dawn will come when his shadow returns, when they meet again by the light of day. Kirkwall, city of inevitable reunions and familiar strangers.
And nosy friends who don’t know when an apostate’s determined to have a bad day. Nosier than Anders’s profile, even.
Hawke, lit from behind, steps in through the open doorway. The tip of his shadow falls over the tops of Anders’s boots, the hole in the sock his toe pushes through to the leather. ‘Brought a sandwich,’ he says. ‘Thought you might be hungry.’
Anders wasn’t. But he finds he’s able to enjoy it anyway.
Once again I stuck my nose somewhere I shouldn’t have, read something I didn’t want to read and ruined my mood.
That’s me trying to cheer myself up.
So here, have some smiles :D
Aveline storms in and beats the darkspawn to death with her bare hands:
Your sibling dies on your first playthrough:
on every other playthrough:
Varric: “How do you do?”
Merrill’s awkward intro and Gwen Cooper’s voice:
but then she starts cutting…
This is my family. I found it all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good. Yeah—still good.
You drank Lyrium water, didn’t you?
I did this instead of studying.
I regret nothing.