A/N: Scenes that just didn't make it in... ._.
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-Yuck-
"Hey, look over there! What's that?" Hawke pointed somewhere behind Denebe, and when she turned, hastily poured out the nasty concoction.
She turned back around. "I don't see- Oh! You finished that off pretty quick. I suppose you decided you liked you better on the second try?" She smiled sweetly.
"Uh yeah, sure. What you said."
-Not Too Soon-
"You must be so alone up there, my love. Or perhaps you've regained your memories, and you're not so alone after all?" Hawke sighed softly. "I wish that I were there with you, holding you and kissing you. Touching your skin and your hair. But I will see you soon, my heart. Very soon…" Toma stared down lovingly at the bloodied blade in his hand, his vision starting to fade. He no longer felt pain; and there was nothing. All accompanying darkness. It was so sweet.
-Story Time-
"Papa, tell me about na lath (your love)," Fenlen said as he snuggled up to Hawke, sharing his warmth in the cold night.
"Again? You must know just about everything about him by now," the ex-mage chuckled.
"But I really like hearing about him. My favorite is the first time you met. Tell me that one!" Fenlen practically bounced in excitement.
Toma laughed. "But I told it to you just last night," he said with amusement.
"Please?"
Damn those puppy eyes. Fenris was a master of them too. "Oh, alright," he gave in. "I and my companions were hired as a distraction, although we weren't told that at the time. We were tricked into thinking that we were retrieving something of great value for our employer. As it turned out, our employer was the object that we were trying to obtain…"
-Your Eyes-
Those eyes… Sparkling, glittering, golden eyes. He knew that gaze. Oh, Maker. They were longing and hoping and filled with so much love and despair. They were pleading him, begging him to remember who they belonged to. He couldn't look at those eyes any longer. He turned his head. "No, Master," he said. "He is a stranger to me." Those eyes had burned a hole straight into his heart. He could feel it twinge in sorrow as that gold shimmered with anguish. Maker, what have I done?
