aban-asaara:

sasskarian:

sasskarian:

In honor of my beloved friend, @aban-asaara, I allowed myself the distinct joy and privilege of commissioning another friend to do a psuedo cover-art for Asaara’s fic. 

Many thanks to the fantastic and talented @antivancorvo, I’m proud to present a dedication to the achingly haunting For What Binds Us, a love letter to the Amell family, and the tradition of tragedy that dogs their heels as surely as their favor binds their lovers together.

A strange burden, her affection. Fenris, even in the best
garments he could find—wrinkled, undyed wool and stiff, coarse linen—feels out
of place. Is it nothing more than her insatiable desire to right wrongs that
should turn her gaze towards a man so broken as he, a shadow amidst the shadows
that stretch behind the pillars and under the overhangs of the ballroom?

His gaze comes to rest on the scarlet silk at his wrist. You don’t have to keep wearing that, you know, she said once, and if not for the crest stitched on a corner,
he might have removed it for good already. 

But every time he has come close, he
pictured Hawke— whose hands were made to call forth flames and storms— with
needle and thread and her tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth,
embroidering a scarf while thinking of him; every time he remembered how those
same hands trembled as she handed him the square of folded silk, and every time
he tied it back around his wrist, where his blood now beats against the crest
of the Amell house.

If any of my followers and friends are looking for a fantastic, beautifully rendered portrait of Hawke and Fenris, I cannot recommend this fic enough. I have seen the effort and the worldbuilding gone into it, and every time I read it, there are still sections that give me chills and make me openly weep. 

And if you’re looking for an amazing artist, I can’t recommend @antivancorvo enough, either. I adore you both! ❤ 

I feel like @aban-asaara could do with seeing this again today ❤

Indeed! ❤ Thank you again, so much!