High Town was quiet. Or rather, it was quiet now. All that could be heard was a gasp of pain and the sickening sound of a blade tearing through flesh. Lucrecia Hawke gave a tired sigh as she removed her blade from the stomach of the last Dog Lord that had made its way up from Low Town. She saw the light fade from his eyes and knew he was gone before he hit the ground. Returning her great sword to its hold on her back, she looked up from the bodies sprawled about the darkened cobblestone streets and towards the abandoned manor where a certain white haired Tevinter elf that had unfortunately occupied a great deal of her free thoughts this past year, had taken up residence.
Flashbacks of the passionate night before racked through her and she shook her head of the tears that gathered at the corners of her eyes and threatened to fall. 'It didn't mean anything.' Her fist made contact with the cold cobble of the walls leading down to the entrance of the darkened home. 'Not to him.' A broken sob escaped her before she bit down on her bottom lip. The taste of iron came quickly and mingled with that of salt. Oddly enough, the taste soothed some of the tightness in her chest, the churning of her stomach. With one last look towards the crumbling manor, she turned and walked away. Sad eyes of a dulled emerald followed the woman's retreating back until she could no longer be seen and the curtains of an upper story window fell back into place. Unknown to Hawke, a strangled cry echoed out into the night.
Author's Note~!
Hello everyone and thank you for taking the time to look at my little old story. This is something I've been kind of molding for a while. Bioware did a wonderful job paining pictures for us, but they couldn't show everything to us that may have happened in the years between the beginning of the F!Hawke and Fenris romance so I kind of played with it a little using my Hawke as an inspiration. This is a story about the feelings after that first night, of how both parties felt when Fenris left that night. What if they did talk about what happened between them, even if just a little? Would it affect their ability to work together? How? It is also about Hawke and her feelings on the stress of the weight on her shoulders. Taking care of her family, of friends, of all the things expectations of her as ring leader of her little makeshift family and as the Champion of Kirkwall. It is of her strengths, of her insecurities. Her triumphs and her failures. It is also about what would happen if someone tried to help along the little Wolf's return to their fierce bird of prey, and the mayhem that would ensue if our glowy elf felt jealousy. It is still in the process of writing, but I'm already fairly certain that although it is going to hug closely to at least some of the main plot of Dragon Age II, it may very not follow the plot line completely. And I know the thoughts of OC's might turn off some people in fan fictions so I will warn you now, there is one in it. He's fabulous but he does exist. If you don't like that, you may want to stop reading now, if not, enjoy the ride.
I apologize if my characters seem too OOC.
Reviews and such are very welcome, so is criticism as long as it's not rude.
Much love, Fayern.
P.S. Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own anything but the storyline, my take on personalities, and the OC. All settings, scenes, characters, and actual plot from Dragon Age II belong to Bioware because they are Gods.
