Warning: major character's death.
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all characters.
Dedicated to my wonderful beta coldwetn0se.
Written under the influence of "Hurricane" by 30 Seconds to Mars (w/o Kanye West).
Of course he was waiting for her. It couldn't have ended any different, with the way they were.
He was standing on the paving stones of the Templar Hall, so foreign to the surroundings in his outlandish beauty, and yet so belonging to the destruction around, with the streaks of blood in his silver hair and on his sharp gauntlets. He carried the death in his hand so effortlessly, that it often left her breathless, watching his lethal rhythm on the field of battle.
He was the most striking person she ever knew. Her one time lover, and the biggest fixation.
Fenris.
Slowly going downstairs, she halted her companions from interfering with a signal from her hand. It will end the way it started, between the two of them. She owed him that much for everything he was to her, all those years.
They met in the middle of the court.
"Why are you defending them, I'll never know." He gestured towards several corpses, scattered on the ground.
"This isn't what you wanted to ask, Fenris, is it?"
He looked away.
"Do you think we've ever had a chance?" She knew the question was pointless, she saw the resolve in his eyes, but she had to ask.
He hesitated just a moment before shaking his head. "No. It's too late for us to change."
That was always the issue. They couldn't be together, yet both refused to move on. Longing sideway glances, unspoken words and unfinished motions were their ritual since she remembered. And now it was too late, she was always late to save what she treasured. Holding back the tears, she gave him a wistful smile.
"That's your answer. Maybe in another life..."
There was a sorrow on his face, when he lifted his sword. "I just wish... no, it doesn't matter any longer. You die or I die, either way the story is done."
"Our story." She echoed, reaching for her own weapon.
"Our story." He agreed with her.
They fell into a perfectly synchronized dance on the edge of the abyss, that was their lives. They were rediscovering each other anew with every swing of their blades. They found the point of unity, and neither were willing to let it go. And this time, nothing but steel stood between their souls.
—
She was cradling his head in her arms, looking into his green eyes, always so vivid, but now hazy with the proximity of death. An entity he embodied all his life. He was slipping through her fingers, a lone wanderer going to his last journey. And she was losing everything, that still held her to this world.
"I have nothing now." She swallowed, stroking his disheveled hair.
He shifted, taking her hand in his.
"I am... yours."
Ghosting a kiss on his rapidly cooling down lips, she promised.
"Wait for me."
A small smile was her answer.
She got up, clutching a red strap of silk in her hand. She had one thing to do before she would come to him.
He would not be alone for long.