What is this? Two new things in one day?! That's what avoiding homework does to a person, haha. Anyway, I came up with this idea a while ago. I'm not sure how it turned out, so I'm only putting part of it up for now. Please let me know if you want to see the rest.

BioWare strikes again! They own the Dragon Age universe, though Hawke is mine :)

Enjoy!

It was another party for the Champion of Kirkwall. The city's finest were all dressed up for the occasion. It was amazing how they managed to have different attire for each event; it was the fifth party that week. Fenris stood with his back against the wall, trying not to scowl too hard. Varric had already passed by and made a comment about how brooding was not meant for celebrations such as these, but Fenris couldn't help it. All of the glitz and glamor did nothing but irritate him. Such shows of wealth seemed pointless to him, didn't these people have better things to do with their time?

He sighed for the umpteenth time that night and searched for Hawke in the crowd. It didn't take long, her dark hair and deep red dress stood out among the other pale and delicate guests. She was smiling pleasantly at a man with a ridiculous mustache while he talked animatedly, his drink coming dangerously close to spilling over onto her dress. Fenris restrained a chuckle as he watched; he could tell that beneath her pleasant expression, Hawke was annoyed. There was something about her eyebrows, slightly raised, that gave her expression a forced air. At that moment, the orchestra struck up a new song and the man offered her a hand, asking for a dance. Hawke smiled stiffly and excused herself, hurriedly moving away. She grabbed a drink off of the next tray that passed and turned around. She blew out a sigh and then seemed to notice Fenris. She smiled wryly and tipped her glass toward him before swallowing it in one gulp. Fenris inclined his head in her direction, failing to hold in his chuckle this time. When he looked up again, Hawke had disappeared so he contented himself with watching the pairs of people swirling across the dance floor.

"And here we find the elf." The voice that came from his left made him grit his teeth. He turned coldly to face Anders, the mage grinning lazily at him, a drink held loosely in his hand. He was standing just out of reach, something that set Fenris on edge. If the mage was expecting Fenris to react by grabbing him, nothing good would come of this conversation.

"Mage." Fenris worked to keep his tone even. He was here for Hawke; there was no need to get hostile. Yet.

"Are you enjoying the festivities?" Anders asked, looking around and gesturing with his glass. Fenris was silent, not seeing why he should respond. Anders looked back at him and sighed.

"Well," he clapped Fenris on the shoulder. Fenris restrained himself from ripping the mage's hand off, his expression shifting into a sneer. "I hope you enjoy watching your new magister." Anders fled as he said this, chuckling darkly as he weaved his way into the crowd. Fenris stood there dumbfounded. His new magister? A few moments later he spotted Hawke; she was talking to Anders and looked genuinely happy, eagerly taking his hand when he offered it. He looked pointedly in Fenris's direction as he led her to the dance floor. Fenris growled and looked away. He debated leaving—for a second. But no, that was just what Anders wanted. Instead he looked back to the pair that was circling the middle of the dance floor.

Anders and Hawke had grown quite close since the battle with the Qnari. She had sustained some grievous injuries during her fight with the Arishok and Anders had been the main reason that she was alive, though Fenris only grudgingly admitted it. He couldn't hold it against her though, her new fascination in the mage. Fenris had left her, broke her. He couldn't fault her for seeking someone else for comfort. Why it had to be the mage he couldn't fathom. But it didn't matter. He would follow her regardless. He owed her that much.

As Fenris stood and watched Hawke elegantly swish across the dance floor, ignoring the arm that was around her waist, a thought occurred to him. His new magister. Is that what Anders had been talking about? He cursed under his breath, levelling a glare at the wall. The mage had rubbed salt in an open wound. He would get what was coming to him, that much was guaranteed. Fenris took one last look at the dance floor before he moved back into the shadows. He hoped the party would end soon. He had no reason to stay, except one.

Hawke closed the door to the mansion, leaning up against it and sighing. She handed her shawl to Bodahn and proceeded to the main room, finding Fenris standing before the fire.

"I think I've had enough parties, don't you?" She asked, dropping her gloves onto the desk and shifting through the letters there before turning to look back at Fenris. He hadn't responded, he was just glaring into the fire.

"Fenris?" She turned fully around, her skirt swirling around her legs. He looked over at her, his expression cold.

"What is this Hawke?" His voice was deadly calm.

"What's what, Fenris?" She asked in confusion.

"This. This…relationship." Fenris gestured between the two of them, apparently not knowing how to describe what he was talking about.

"Fenris, I don't under—" Hawke started to say, but Fenris cut her off.

"I am not your slave." Everything was silent. The fire popped in the quiet room but it only seemed to increase the tension.

"No, you're not." Hawke kept her tone even.

"I have my own life. I can do as I wish."

"Yes, you can." Hawke moved closer to Fenris as she said this, slowly.

"Then why am I here?" Fenris all but snarled, making her freeze. Hawke couldn't respond. Fenris continued, unbidden.

"You take me with you on your errands, we run all around Kirkwall and the surrounding coast on petty quests for things I could care nothing about. You bring me to parties and I walk you home. Why? Is it to show me off? To show off your pet elf?" He spat the words like venom and Hawke struggled not to flinch.

"No, I don't see it that way, Fenris." She took another step closer as he turned back to the fire. "You have to know that."

"I don't understand. If I care nothing for this town then why am I here?"

"Because I want you here." Hawke was inches away from him now. She saw his back stiffen as she replied to his question and knew she had said the wrong thing.

"I am not your slave!" Fenris shouted, his tattoos flashing bright.

"No! You're my friend!" Hawke yelled back, her control slipping.

"Then why can't I leave? I don't want to be here any longer." Fenris turned and got in her face, his tattoos highlighting the planes of his face.

"Then leave!" Hawke shouted, the air around her flashing red as flames flickered between her fingers.