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» Canon-compliant/canon continuation prompts
» AUs into a canon/setting
↳ Specific canons: Dragon Age, Exandria (Critical Role/D&D), Hyperion City (Penumbra Podcast), the Magnus Archives, Mass Effect, X-men, Star Wars, Wizarding World, etc - Open to any even if I'm canonblind!
↳ General settings: Magic school (generic preferred over Hogwarts), mech pilots, merfolk, modern mundane (band, coffee shop, college, strippers, etc), modern urban fantasy, monster hunters, paranormal investigators, post-apocalyptic, vampires, etc
» Dimension Hopping
↳ Any of the above, but with canon memories intact.
↳ Additional general settings for this prompt: floating sky city, generic sci-fi/space, underwater city
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» DWRP setting/continuation
↳ Duplicity, Noctium, open to others at request
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[Things are, terribly tentatively, looking up.

Look at it like this: three days ago, he had nothing and no one. He had been a wary, wounded creature circling around a trap, unable to rest until it had been sprung and yet again far too clever to press a hand in himself. He'd been certain that one wrong move would be all it took for Danarius to clap a collar around his throat once more. He'd had the word of a dwarf he barely knew and a mercenary that he'd hired. And now . . .

Now, the trap is sprung. Now, he is free from Danarius for a little longer. Now, he knows not just one, but a whole host of people, all of them strange in their own ways, but all of them seemingly eager to help. Not overly so, not so much it rings alarm bells, but . . . still, ones who had aided him despite his trickery. Ones who might, tentatively, be allies, if Fenris is allowed to have such things as allies.

The Hanged Man, Wolfe had told him. That's my bar, and yet Fenris doesn't realize the true meaning of his words until he walks in that night. He's just as beat up, bruises littering his body and a worrying twinge in his ribs, but that's all right. He's used to injury. Pursuing this is far more interesting than staying at home (is that what he's calling the abandoned townhouse they'd stormed?).

Besides: there's something about Hawke that's, ah, alluring. Don't get it twisted: he isn't some soppy idiot reading too much into what was very much a paid job. But there had been something assuring about the other man's easy kindness, and . . . well, whatever. Fenris doesn't need to justify his reasoning tonight; hadn't Hawke asked him to stop by? That's excuse enough.

He slips in silently, as is his wont, though a woman in the corner with dark hair and glittering eyes winks at him as he weaves to the front. And ohp, there Wolfe is, his attention focused on another customer, which suits Fenris. It gives him time to observe the other man for a precious few seconds: his eyes trained on him, flicking over the curve of his jaw, the cleverness in his fingers as he mixes a drink—

And he's so caught up in all that he doesn't actually think of what he wants to say when Wolfe turns his way. He's left blinking, caught off-guard for a precious half-second. Because, see, he'd never actually worked out what he wanted to say, uhh—]

Hello.

[NO. DO BETTER.]

Is there a house special I ought to be aware of, or can I order whiskey?

[MARGINALLY BETTER.]

Fenris isn't the only one left blinking, and in fact he's the first to get any word out at all. Wolfe is surprised to see the elf here in the first place despite his previous invitation. He'd thought at the time there'd been some mutual interest - something tangible underlying his sudden, wild decision to tell Fenris where he could be found, and not just in case the other man had more work. More simply... just in case. Since then he'd thoroughly convinced himself that he'd imagined it. It had been an alliance of convenience, nothing more, and to entertain anything else was wishful, lonely thinking on his part. And stupid, the more practical side of him reprimanded. He can't have this; 'this' being some undefined way of putting the horse before the cart so far down the road as to be in the next town over. There isn't a 'this' to have.

Except Fenris is here, with that rough, deep voice his words make smooth. Tantalizingly smooth, in fact, and Wolfe feels his pulse quicken just a bit with the unpracticed line. He doesn't flush, though it's a near thing, and instead shoots the elf a wordless grin and pulls the bottle of Mackay's Epic Single Malt from the top shelf and pours two fingers in a low ball glass by way of stalling to think of what to say. A sprig of elfroot later and he slides the glass over with a small flourish.

"Older than the Maker and smooth as a baby's bottom, according to Mackay himself," which is entirely off the mark of smooth for himself, but it's the only thing he came up with, failingly, as he'd poured. Though thankfully he recovers a moment later, winking knowingly. "Looks like you had a rough night."

[He glances away for a moment, pressing his lips tightly together as he bites back a laugh. It's not at Wolfe's expense, not at all, but he can recognize a less-than-smooth line when it's lobbed back at him. It's cute, honestly. It's cute to see the deadly warrior brought down to something more ordinary. He'd been like this after the fight, too, but Fenris had more than a bit distracted.

But ah . . . he picks up his drink, his amusement fading in favor of something more even.]

Mm, not too rough. I have yet to find a job, but there are always those who will pay to watch others fight.

[He gestures towards one peeking out of his collar.]

But I grew arrogant, and thus, careless. And sometimes, even I lose.

[It doesn't happen often, his tone says. Fenris' fingers toy idly against the rim of the glass, his eyes trained on Wolfe.]

They will mend soon enough.

Call Me Out post for Reiko!

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