Only they know
bioware owns dragon age 2. If i did there would be more loving Fenris moments.
Chapter 1
The first time he saw her, he was captivated by her sky blue eye, night black hair and rose red lips. She was what he dreamed him savior would look like. Everything he wanted in a woman. Save the staff. This woman was a mage. Not a Circle mage, an apostate. The Creator, the Maker and the Stone had a funny sense of humor. The second thing that he noticed was her kindness despite his anti-mage views. She went out of her way to befriend and help him. When she smiled at him he thought for a moment that he could be free with her.
Fenris do you really love her or is it the fact she saved you from hell? He would ask himself as he watched her sleep. She had been the one to take down the slavers, and Hadriana. Sure Fenris crushed Hadriana's heart much like she had down his. Alexandra Hawke was unlike Hadriana in one way. She never wanted anything from him. Hawke gave so much. The ability to read common, the food on his table, clothing on his back, and the companionship that he had never known as a slave.
How could he not love her? Hawke paid him to take out his frustrations out on thugs, slavers and blood mages. Hawke was there with him the whole time. The whole time only one thing holding him back. That staff. There was always the chance that she would become one of these blood mages she hated so much. "One bad apple." She would say. Hawke is strong in body and mind, skilled, sharp tongued when angered, smelled of wild flowers.
She made Fenris think when she flirted with him. He would remind her that he is a ex-slave. She would tell him she didn't care. She was a mage. "Does that bother you?" At that moment it didn't. Right then he wanted to show her how much he didn't care. He would have worshiped her that night is her trusty Dwarf had not been on time for Diamondback. Hawke had left then. She knew that this was the male bonding time so did not invite herself to the game. This time she left money on the table, whispering good luck in his ear.
Why was he her green eyed angel? As a child Hawke and Bethany would talk about the perfect man before sending a prayer to Andrasta. At that point all she had ever wanted was someone to protect her. Her father was gone to sit with the Maker. She knew that she was going to have to be strong so her prayer was to get someone that would give her a rest. A man, Elf for agility, hair the color of snow, eyes the colors of the fields around her home, strong arms to hold her tight. It was a girly fantasy that came true when she got to Kirkwall. A shame Bethany never got to meet him. She would have said it was perfect timing.
"Maker has blessed you." Bethany said in Hawke's dreams after the first night beside Fenris. Hawke had made the mistake, drunk, to tell Aveline and Merril about the dream. Merril then told Varric on one of their outings.
At the Harvest celebration Varric made her wear a gorgeous dress that screamed money. Then made Fenris wear a suit with feathered wings. Hawke and Fenris were pushed into a slow dance. A good thing that Hadriana had taught him. They were the talk of the town for weeks. On the way home Fenris asked her to take the wings off him. She teared up.
"Don't cry Hawke." He started to reach for her but she pulled away.
"You are my green eyed angel. I can't ground you." She said in her drunkenness. "Someday you will return to the Maker and leave me alone again."
"Though my wings are off they will always be there." She kissed him. Turning home. In the end she still couldn't do it. In the morning He called on her and she appeared not the know what he was talking about. as it the conversation never happened. He would have asked her why an angel.
Standing back watching it all Varric had hoped that the costume party at the Hanged Man would have brought them together but instead it seemed to drive them apart. What was holding Hawke back? Fenris was obvious. That damn staff she carried laid between them. Their trusty dwarf needed to get that wooden stick out of the picture. "Really it is clear as day that they are in love." Varric said one night to Merril. "I mean it is so stupid." He should have know. He had seen love and how it tears out hearts. He would jest but he wasn't going to let what happen to him happen to any one else that he liked.
"You look tired Hawke. Why don't you go lay down take a nap?" After a visit with Fenris, Hawke always looked exhausted. As if she had been on guard for the city for 2 days. "Bethany?" Varric asked.
"Hmm what Varric?" She wasn't listening. That far away look again as it she was living in the past or seeing the future. Never in the here and now where she needed to be. "Are we ready to see the prince now?"
"Sebastian is waiting for us at the chantry. He is on night duty so time is not an issue." Varric said passing the Vael family locket to Hawke. It was a pretty little thing with a picture of both Vael princes.
"Have you noticed that we can have three years of calm and the first time that I go and visit with out friends on the anniversary of the day we met all fade brakes loose?" Varric had a similar notion. It was as if the world was giving her a day off. The problem is that she didn't know what to do with it.
"Who do you want to go with you?" Anders asked walking in the suite. It was the chantry. Anders wouldn't want to go but his overwhelming need to protect her was over riding. Did Justice have a thing for Hawke? Varric wondered.
"Merril, Isabella, Aveline are coming with me. You boys play games." She said leaving as Aveline and Donnic appeared. Merril and Isabella showed up at the the chantry courtyard at the same time. They had passed Fenris on the way and brought him too.
The second Fenris was in the moon light Hawke could not stop staring. "Ever dream like." Isabella said. That had gotten Hawke out of the trance. She lead the girls inside. Sebastian was an honest to Maker prince. Handsome some might say with this aura of childishness that threw Hawke off. How woman in the world would not want a prince for a lover. So what was wrong with her? She would rather have a slave that loved her more than all the sovereign on all Starkhaven.
"Mother's locket?" The prince was on the edge of tears. She understood. Hawke still wore the bracelet her sister had made the year of the Blight. "You have no idea how wonderful it is to see this."
"I can guess." She smiled. "I have to go. "
"Wait." Sebastian spun her around kissing her hard. "Thank you Hawke. I will never forget this." She felt nothing in that kiss. The guilt though nagged at her. Fenris has seen it. Oh Maker Fenris had seen another man kiss her. She could see it in Fenris' eyes as he left for some air.
The girls all headed back to the Hanged Man while Hawke decided to take Varric suggestion of rest. There would be no sleep for her this night. What Fenris must think of her. She didn't ask for the kiss. Nor had she enjoyed it. All she wanted was Fenris. She would wait until the day she died if she needed to. Then she walked into her home. Fenris was on the bench in the front foyer.
"Fenris?"
"I've been thinking about you." She blinked as he stalked over. He was jealous? His calm was gone and his green eyes begged for her as a man in the dessert. "In fact i can think of little else. Command me to go and I shall." Her hand clenched at her side. This was not happening. As much as she wanted it this is all a dream. She was really asleep on Varric's bed.
"Did I say anything?" His hand went in her hair pulling her into him. The kiss ignited a fire. That fire consumed them. When they broke for air she turned him against the wall which made him smile. "Sorry." Her hands went to the wall.
Why was she not touching him? Fenris knew that she wanted to but why wouldn't she? "I can't take it any more." His gauntlets tightened on her ass as he picked her up. Her legs went around his waist. Her arms held on to his armor as he kissed her neck.
"Am I heavy?"She asked moaning. He growled into her neck. She was making such sounds for him. She enjoyed him. "I can walk."
"Shut up Alexandra." Her body relaxed. This was a dream. There was no way that this woman would love an elf when she had a prince. When Fenris tossed her to her bed she giggled. That gave him pleasure. Could he truly make her happy? "Lay still." He commanded. Fenris slowly took her clothes off her kissing every inch of skin. "You are maker sent aren't you?"
"Nope that is you." She sat up. "My turn." Never with Hadriana had he experienced this much joy. Hawke's tongue traced all the lines on his skin making then tingle happily. That pain was vanishing. His eyes were closed as her lips locked around him. He had been forced to do this for so many of Danarius' friends so it was odd that she was doing it to him. That didn't stop Fenris from taking the pleasure she offered.
"Did you want me up top or the bottom?" She asked in his ear. In second he was in her. Her moans were loud. The whole house would know what they were doing and Fenris didn't care. Let them hear. Together they had the first of many little deaths.