Seeing Fenris' cheeks darken felt a rare treat, and he drank it in, memorizing that particular shade. Seeing someone blush was always one of his favorite sights, watching the way their body reacted to pleasure and interest. He found it especially intriguing on Fenris, the shade almost beautiful when paired with the silver lyrium running through him.


He realized he stood on a precipice of a sort, that to do this would be to cement something for good or ill. He was no stranger to risks, to plunging into this unknown depths and dodging challenges as they came, but for the first time he felt his heart pounding, questioning if only because he would rather dream than lose the reality.

"It's bad luck if you do," he murmured, slowly reaching up to touch his fingers to Fenris' cheek as he leaned in that last inch to brush their lips.