This is a one shot for Sabaine, if you would like me to extend it or turn it into a story leave a review and let me know please.
They're the only ones that deny it, the only ones that cannot see, they're hiding behind their pasts that will never leave their future be.
The knife cuts deeply into the side of the assailants neck as he is disarmed and forced to kneel in front of his target. She mercilessly rips through his windpipe without even the slightest delay he tries to breathe but can only gargle and sputter, she keeps a firm grip on his hair until he goes limp and silent. She kicks away the now lifeless body of yet another assassin sent to kill her.
Kaina is a valiant young rogue of many talents, talents that her past required of her, a past that is dripping with blood and death and regret. She shakes her head to banish the memories from her conscious mind and takes another drink, the memories keep surfacing. It's always worse after she has had to stop yet another assassin that was sent after her. She doesn't enjoy killing. She only does it to survive. She looks around remembering she is in The Hanged Man, in Varrics room, all sitting around the table drinking and talking, some playing cards with each other, Marian Hawke, Varric and Isabella. Anders commenting on Sebastian's belt buckle, saves for him complaining like usual. Merrill passed out in her chair and Aveline standing up to leave and take Merrill home, who called Aveline her mother as she lifts the elf up easily. And Fenris, just drinking silently, staring at her from the opposite end of the table, raising an eyebrow slightly before looking away as she looks at him. He had no doubt seen her little zoned out moment.
She can't help as his hair shimmers in firelight that also highlighting his markings against his skin. His sharp jawline and his lips. She feels something stirring inside her as she is fixated on this man. Varric calls her name and she doesn't reply, she's too busy admiring every curve of his features, every strand of his hair, every movement of muscle as he looks back at her. Varric called her name again trying to get her attention. She comes to her senses as she realises that everyone is starring at her. Embarrassed she excuses herself, standing up pushing her chair back with her knees. Varric is grinning and he nods accepting her departure and she turns and leaves.
She exits the Hanged Man into the cool air of Lowtown. She mentally kicks herself from embarrassment and starts to head back to her hovel. She walks slowly through the streets ready for any attacker she may encounter.
"None of us should wander alone, you least of all" Fenris drawl comes from behind her. She turns to face him as he walks towards her.
"Says he who walks alone, himself." She states. He just inclines his head in response, she has a point
Their gazes lock as their eyes meet. It's as if time stops all around them. She forces herself to look away. She can't get involved, if her past catches up to her again she can't let them have any leverage over her. Yet she can't deny how much this elf effects her, she wants him, but she will never admit it. She can't take the risk of falling for him and being unable to get back up. She cares for him more than he will ever understand, more than he can ever know, more than she is willing to let herself believe and it is tearing her apart.
"Goodnight Fenris" she says simply and turns around, walking away.
He watches as she walks away, feeling like he has just missed his chance, he didn't know what to do, wether he should just tell her and kiss her or kiss her and tell her just how much he feels for her. But his past is the only thing holding him back, if his former master found him, if she got hurt because of him , he could never forgive himself. He can't bare the thought of living without her, but he can't bare the thought of her getting hurt because of his past. So he just lets her walk, he doesn't try to stop her.
I know, it's nothing exciting between her and Fenris but as the first line says, they're hiding behind their pasts.
