"So, Elf, what is the deal with you and those spiky feathers, huh?" Varric smiled up at the broody elf, immediately ready to store away his answer for later stories.
Fenris shot an unfriendly look to the Dwarf and scoffed. "There is no deal. They are part of my armor." He replied before taking the opportunity to stretch his neck out.
"Oh, but there must be a story here, Elf! Why feathers? You could have made pointy pauldrons with steel, why go for something so… plush?" the Dwarf prodded
"Drop this topic, Dwarf. I will not discuss it further." Fenris turned his attention to Hawke as she approached and readied himself for battle.
-Later, in Hawke's estate.-
Hawke fell in step behind Fenris as he made his way to her room, happy that they would have another night to themselves. She wrapped her arms around his middle and placed gentle kisses over his marked neck. "You know," she breathed inbetween kisses, "Varric brought up a good question. You should have answered him, now he'll be forced to make up a story with you and your feathers." She teased.
Fenris tensed slightly before turning around in Hawke's arms. "It is…a sore topic." He stated and pulled himself free of her arms. "One I do not wish to share with the Dwarf."
Hawke pouted, grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit on the bed with her. "But, you would share it with me, yes?" she asked, trying to get him to look into her eyes.
The Elf chuckled softly and lifted his hand to rest on her cheek, "I would tell you anything you wish to know." He whispered before lightly placing his lips to hers.
Marian smiled, "Then please, I wish to know about the feathers."
Fenris sighed softly and pulled himself from her enticing neck. "My earliest memory is of feathers." He started, his voice becoming slightly hoarse. "I believe it was my mother that wore them." His attention was drawn by his feathered pauldrons. "It is the only memory I have that is pleasant." He continued before adding, "Other than you."