Disclaimer: If I came up with Dragon Age I would be RICH. Like so rich that I would sit on a gold toilet and shit diamond incrusted poo. But no I sit on a old toilet and I just shit like everybody else.
Authors note: This is short. Like really short. I made it during my health class and had the need to post it. Doesn't really have a time set but if I had to say it would be between Act 1 and Act 2. REVIEW, REVIW, REVIEW PEOPLE. I NEED TO EAT THEM ALL THE TIME TO LIVE!
Hawke was a large man. He was nearly seven feet tall with shoulders a wide as Fenris' arm is long. His hands were so large that one could cover Isabela's chest and more. His feet could squish any man in a single stomp. Hawke's arms and legs could be mistaken as trees. When he his something it was sent flying back. Fenris was positive that he must have some Kossith blood in their line.
Because of he size, this made him large all over. This poised a problem when they tried to go farther in their relationship. It hadn't been a problem at first but after cloths started to fly there were problems.
Fenris was an elf. He stood at five foot, six inches with a small frame. His hands could only hold two of Hawks fingers. His bare feet were smaller than most woman's yet he was still able to lift a sword. He wasn't the average male elf. He was in fact over the average. Elves are about eight inches shorter than the average human. Yet he was much taller than that.
Fenris glanced over to look at Hawke. The man was curled in on himself, both hands under his head. If he was in this type of scene he looked like a small child. A blanket was tucked around him and he was snoring softly.
Fenris sat down beside him and started stroking his hair. This man, he loved more than anything. They may not be able to go further in their physical relationship but there was no way he was giving up this man again.