A/N - So this is inspired by Vampy6667's picture (it's over on deviantART, and it's worth a look, simply amazing work) I just couldn't resist writing someting for it, bacause come on, it's an awesome picture that was drawn so damn well.
Now, read, review and enjoy. This is short and sweet, and is Male!Hawke with Fenris, so don't like same gender romances, the internet has provided a back button for you, kthx.
The fire crackled in the hearth, the flames gave off a dim flickering light. It was just enough to read by, and that's all he really needed. Hawke had shown him many things and tricks on how to read, but the words still seemed so foreign, and in a way, he wished the warrior were here now to help him.
Fenris sighed and set the book down, it was weird to be sitting in the Hawke estate now, but Hawke said that he wouldn't allow the elf to live in such a rundown old mansion like he had. The thought of how much Hawke cared made him smile. Some thought that a warrior who has been through everything that Hawke has, would make them less sentimental and kind and joking, not Garrett, he never let things get him upset unless it concerned people he cared for.
He sighed and set the book aside and stood. Fenris started up stairs and for the door and headed for the bedroom. Garrett was out to help Isabela with something and so Fenris was alone for the night, since even Orana, Sandal and Bodahn had left when Garrett had told them all to take a break.
The door opened with ease and Fenris closed it behind him, the lock clicking shut instantly. He leaned on the bed frame and looked into the fire that was lit in the room, it was all too reminding of six years ago, that night he had left Hawke.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a glimmer from under a large sheet. He moved over in seconds and pulled it off, revealing a large mirror. He dropped the sheet as he looked into it, not seeing himself as he was now, but as he was before, he saw Leto.
He slowly lifted a hand and touched the mirror. Him as a slave, before the ritual, the black hair and torn clothing, dried blood from the beatings. So different, and he couldn't remember any of it, not at all. No, it wasn't him, not anymore. Whoever Leto had been, he had been gone for years, dead after the ritual that he had supposedly fought for to free his family.
"Who are you, coward?" he muttered. "Because you are not me, not in the least." there was silence in the room as he continued to look at the mirror. Then the door clicked unlocked and opened. Fenris turned to see Garret enter in bloody armor, a sword coated scarlet on his back, and splashes of it all of his face.
"Oh, I see you found the mirror." the warrior said, walking over to him. "What do you think? It was a gift from the DeLancets, Emile's parents." he added, putting a hand on Fenris shoulder. The elf turned and saw the image, this time, the reflection was the Champion of Kirkwall and the elven ex-slave. It was a strange thing to see, such a powerful person such as Garrett with an elf who had been a slave, but it was a thought that Fenris liked.