For the drabble prompts: maybe something happy for Destiny or BG3, for the characters of your choice? :)

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Timur is staring at him again. Felwinter doesn't feel like he's stopped staring in days. Since before they’d left to track down this latest Seraph Bunker. It doesn't feel malicious or even calculating. It unnerves Felwinter in a way the other Warlock's never made him feel before. It fills him with unease as he crouches in the snow next to the entry's console. He tinkers with it, trying to gain access while steadfastly ignoring Timur's eyes boring holes into his neck. After the cables spark for the third time and scorch his fingers, Felspring groans and zips out of Felwinter's coat to take over, "Just let me do it, you'll ruin your gloves otherwise and I'll have to fix those later too." Felwinter huffs but backs up, giving her space to work. He shuffles to Timur's side and settles in for an awkward wait. The other Warlock hums to himself as if coming to a revelation and Felwinter glances at him. Timur's smile is impish and his tone sharp when he opens his mouth at last, "You found something, didn't you?" Felwinter stares at him, eyes narrowing slightly. Timur's smile widens, "You've been different since you came back from Shaxx's keep. Good kind of different. Less on edge and more simply...alert." Felwinter stares blankly. He thinks back to his time clashing with Shaxx and losing his head again and again, trying to convince the Warlord of their cause. That the Iron Lords aren't simply a pack of warmongering dogs like the rest of the Lighbearers out there, Warlord or otherwise. That even if they failed in their mission to help humanity, they had at least tried. He blinks, the slick form of the ship he and Felspring had found hidden away springing into his mind, almost guiltily. Its warp drive intact, its systems fully functional. All primed and ready to take them away - from Earth, from Rasputin, from the Light, its bearers and all their struggles. Everything. But… But he'd changed. No, he hadn't just changed. In tossing his lot in with the Wolves, in helping them help humanity, he'd found a purpose. More than self-preservation, more than running and killing and lying to see another dawn, more than scrounging power to keep himself and Felspring away from Rasputin's clutches, more… "How does peace of mind feel?" Timur asks in a tone that's more self-satisfied than anything else and Felwinter blinks back to the present. He turns to face the smug Warlock fully, testing the words in his mouth. "Foreign. But not unsalvageable." Timur chortles, slapping a hand over his face. Felwinter watches him almost double over with a huff. Timur's guffaw dies down to muffled giggles, wiping his eyes, and he loops his arm around Felwinter's, pulling him towards the Bunker's entrance to check on Felspring's progress. "Oh, I'm sure we can make something out of the salvage in that case."

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