Wow I haven't written in forever… sorry ^_^" writers block…. So I'm just going to try out some one-shots, since peopled liked "Damn It." ^_^ Now then, since I know no one really reads the author notes, I don't own anything related to Bioware and I claim no profit from these writings. Enjoy
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"Don't touch that Fenris; it's magic." Hawke wiggled her fingers at him as if she were teasing about the boogey man. The elf folded his arms, not amused, but took care not to touch the tome. Instead, he selected a volume that looked rather old. It had a velvety feel to it, and it was a deep blue. Hawke ripped it from his hands so quickly he didn't have enough time to see the title.
"Hawke?..." he raised his eyebrow at the suddenly flustered woman.
"Go ahead and read the spell tome, but you absolutely cannot read this." She hugged the book tightly to her chest and Fenris rolled his eyes and her. She said not to so he wouldn't; there was no need to be so childish. He sat on the arm chair, empty handed. He could feel the heat from the fire on his bare hands and toes. It was rather comforting. Hawke slipped the blue book in her finery outfit and selected a book for him. It was a old book, and by the look of it, it was heavily used. The red cover was faded and worn, and the gold writing was chipped off in some places. He looked at the spine and judged what page had been used the most. It was Hawke's book, might as well see what she seems to enjoy reading.
When he eased it open, he could smell how old the book was. It wasn't pleasant or unpleasant. It was simply old. The writing had been faded, but someone had taken a long, careful time re-scribing the words in their lacy font. It made the page much easier to read.
"Out loud, I'll know if you're faking," he heard her tease. He grumbled. Faked it once and she caught him immediately. Cursed hawk like hearing.
"'Be…. Betrayal of the angle…?'" He questioned. Not because the word confused him to read. But because…this was Hawke's favorite? It seemed uncharacteristically dark.
"Close," She smiled, with no hint of mock. "Not 'angle' but 'angel'. That is 'Betrayal of Angels.'"
"May I ask what is special about this story?" He quirked an eyebrow in her direction as she avoided his gaze. Her heart-shaped face was tinted a shade of pink from the heat of the fire. He thinks.
"It was the first one I could read, and it's the one you opened to first."
Unable to argue, he focused on the verses, taking care to read the words in his head before they left his mouth. He hated stuttering.
"Wings pure and blissful gliding to the summit, black hair streaming behind the Angel's head. Cries for help and mercy fill her heart as she gazes toward the bottom. A man veiled in shadows beckons her near, and as her heart fills with his sorrow, she descends to meet hime."
"Him," Hawke corrected almost dreamily. "Not 'hime'."
"Hawke," his brow creased in frustration. "Why in the Maker's name would she go to see him? He is a suspicious person. Won't he just cause her harm?"
"Read, Fenris," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. "Read the story, then we'll go over it, deal?"
Grunting, he continued.
"A golden voice calls out, stopping her. She sees her friend of old, reaching for her upon the cliff. He shakes his head, telling her the soul she seeks to save is lost. She gazes back at the dark man, feeling his pain in her hearth."
"Heart."
"….Feeling his pain in her heart…"
"Fenris?" Hawke asked with tone of urgency. He snapped his head up and locked eyes with her. Tears filled her eyes, but she took care to usher them down. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. "What do you think she should do? The angel I mean. What would you do?"
He thought for a moment.
"Hawke, I am not the angel. I cannot make her decisions. But… it is hard to say. I know nothing of her or the shadowed man nor the golden boy. This is only a child's story." He said flatly. A sigh escaped her lips. He made sure she made contact with him again before he spoke. "But what do I think the angel should do? Listen to a friend or help a stranger? That…" Now it was his turn to sigh. "I think… she should help the man. She can feel his pain, and I think she truly wants to help him. But I do not know why his soul is considered lost."
She had no expression, but nodded for him to continue. So he did.
"The dark haired angel begged her companion to allow her to try. The golden man's eyes filled with tears, but he relented and she faded down. The dark man took hold of the angel as soon as she appeared to him. He took her wings and tore them to pieces, forever condemning the kind angel to live on the surface as a moral. The golden angel shed no tears, for he had tried to stop her. As the angel bled, he let not a soul help her back to the Maker's side."
"Mortal." Hawke corrected a bit late. The deep hazel of her eyes made her seem so sad, Fenris wanted most to reach out to her.
"Hawke…"
"No," she waved him off. Her tears seemed to disappear. "Only a children's tale. The idea was not to trust strangers and listen to your friends." She smiled.
"Was it?" he asked as he gently shut the book. "Or was it even if it will turn out badly, do what is right in your heart?"
"Or hearth," Hawke joked. He gave a small chuckle.
"This," He handed the book to her gracefully. "Was a fine tale, Hawke. Thank you for sharing it with me."
When she reached out to accept it, he stood suddenly and wrapped her in a tight embrace. Her blush was warm against his skin, but it only lasted a heart beat as he turned to leave. Hawke was speechless as she held the red volume in her hand, almost letting it drop to the floor. That wasn't something Fenris would do. Especially since he had left her. As she heard the front door shut, she smiled brightly. Touching her heart, she knew there was hope. She knew maybe, with time, they could heal. She pocketed the red book and felt like something was off.
Hell, Fenris hugging her WAS off.
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Fenris couldn't believe he just did that. He was NOT a hugger. But it was worth it, to hold her in his arms. Not that that had been the true intent but…he still liked it. In his hand he held the small blue book Hawke had denied him the first time. After reading the Angel story, he wanted to find out more about what Hawke liked. This book seemed special, maybe her favorite? He wasn't sure. The night air was thick with humidity and frigid with ice, but his happiness kept most of it at bay. Arriving at his mansion didn't take long. Setting the book aside for another night, he prepared for bed.
When he did, however, he was sure Hawke would kill him for reading her journal.
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Okay, that was my one shot. I might make a sequel about the blue book and how Hawke react to it being read by Fenris, but that is based off how this one does. I am also still short on ideas SO if you have one or just a situation you'd like them to be in please either leave it in a review or message me. I know it isn't my best guys but I have no idea what to write about… help?
Thank you for reading!