“I should have known it would end like this,” Fenris said and, turning, looked up at the ruined city of Kirkwall.
“Forget all that,” Isabela said with a careless wave of her hand. “We have a ship and a perfect day for sailing. Strong wind, clear sky, and the sea spread before us, glistening like a waiting lover.” She looked past the ominous chains of the city's harbor; chose instead to see only the great expanse of ocean beyond.
“You poet,” Fenris said, forgetting about mages and templars long enough to crack a smile for the free-spirited woman beside him. On a whim, he ducked towards her.
Expecting the kiss, and welcoming it, Isabela turned up her cheek and smiled as his lips brushed her skin with a tenderness that was new from him.
She owned more and more of his heart each day. And vice versa.
Away With Us, Isabela/Fenris, K
“Forget all that,” Isabela said with a careless wave of her hand. “We have a ship and a perfect day for sailing. Strong wind, clear sky, and the sea spread before us, glistening like a waiting lover.” She looked past the ominous chains of the city's harbor; chose instead to see only the great expanse of ocean beyond.
“You poet,” Fenris said, forgetting about mages and templars long enough to crack a smile for the free-spirited woman beside him. On a whim, he ducked towards her.
Expecting the kiss, and welcoming it, Isabela turned up her cheek and smiled as his lips brushed her skin with a tenderness that was new from him.
She owned more and more of his heart each day. And vice versa.