When you're in love with an elf you can't marry, your children will be half breeds and every human and elf will spit down on you.
Cheery life isn't it?
Thousands of thoughts threaded in and out of my aching head, just like those. Not to mention making the head ache worse, why did I carry on drinking with Fenris? Maybe it had some thing to do with that smug smirk he got when he wanted to tell me about how he escaped that dog of a master? Could have been those large, shining eyes I knew once as dull orbs with no life or passion?
Maybe it was my undying affection for him?
Maker help me, I'm in love with an elf.
That hates mages.
One that used to be a slave too.
Oh Maker's breath.
Why?
He's moody and nasty and broody and smug and charming, and…there went my line of thought…
Maker, why couldn't I have fallen for the possessed mage who wouldn't mind me being an apostate mage?
Well I guess that's life isn't it?
How…sucky.
Sandal's big eyes stared at me as I stared back at him, lounging on the large arm chair in the middle of the lounge trying to clear my head of its throbbing. All attempts useless so far.
"Pain?" He droned while my brow twitched, exhaling slowly and covering my eyes
"Yes Sandal, Hawke is in pain, so much pain…" My whine died off as mother wondered through the door.
Quick, hide the hang over.
I jolted up straight, crossing my legs, less than gracefully, over each other in a rush as a smile creped over mother's lips, so much for hiding it.
Before she even opened her mouth I was terrified of what she would say, with good reason.
"So how was he, dear?" She grinned as I stared at her with black rimmed eyes
"Sorry?" I coughed as she crossed her delicate arms looking down on me with those young eyes, far too young and alive for her age.
She meant sex, didn't she?
I swallowed thickly and pouted with a small frown in my brow but remained silent.
"Now, Roxsanna, who raised you again?" She cooed as I sunk down in my chair, a flush dusting my cheeks
"We got drunk, mother! That's all!" I hissed covering my face to hide the over powering redness devouring it.
"And it seems you have the head ache to prove it." She sighed patting my crown lightly while I grumbled and held my head in a hand sulkily.
"It was worth it, I dare say." I said nonchalantly remembering that wonderful smirk and that dark voice that had almost made me tremble in his presence.
How embarrassing…
"Mistress?" Orana peeped up as she lingered at the door, my gaze moving to her, leaning back on the chair to see her behind mother.
"Orana, shit! Your pay! I'm so sorry! I'll get it right now!" I rushed springing up, ignoring how my skirt flew up as I stood and sprinted to the small treasure box on the desk
"Damn, I need a calendar to tell me when people get paid around here." I grumbled pulling out a small heavy pouch of coin. Orana was a wonderful girl, her small time in the estate had shown that, plus she was as cute as a button. I swirled around on my heel, watching the startled elf,
"Oh, Mistress I only meant someone's here to see you." She bowed her head as I gave a smile and walked over to her and held her hand, propping it up and placing the bag in her palm with a wide grin
"You deserve it, you work too hard some days, Orana." Her face tinged a dusty pink and she gave a sheepish smile squirming slightly
"Should I not, mistress?"
"Well, it wouldn't kill you to have a break! I could make you some muffins! Maker, how long has it been since I've cooked anything? Let alone baked anything…" I grinned as that dusty pink started to turn red.
"You are so kind, mistress."
"Not if you know how bad her muffins are." Mother chided gleefully and I gave a pout over my shoulder at her before twisting back to Orana
"Thank you, mother and Orana you know you can call me Hawke."
That was it, her face was like a cherry as she gave an adorable little smile and nodded walking off.
"Cute. As. A. Button." I grinned giggling towards mother who gave a smirk, her eyes flickering behind me; well, that was never a good sign.
"I'll leave you to your guest, dear." She cooed patting my shoulder as she walked past me. I gave a small laugh and held my hands behind my back, a crease in my brow refusing to turn around.
"If its Varric, I'm sorry about that game of Wicked Grace and if it's Isabella don't blame me because I finally found out how you cheat at diamond back." I cringed hearing some ones foot steps at the door.
That deep, sensual chuckle gave away who it was. I swallowed thickly.
"And here I thought you were an image of innocence, Hawke." He smiled, honestly smiled while I swivelled around quickly and gave a goofy smile, ignoring to bring up that fact I was a mage in his face.
"Me? Oh I'm just a peach, hard skin on the out side, soft and juicy on…wait; this is going some where bad…" I laughed rubbing my brow closing my eyes in silent contempt for Isabella's influence.
Slow but sure.
Fenris gave a timid chuckle then cleared his throat like when the first time I met him and had the guts to flirt with the tanned exotic male.
"Hanging around with Isabella seems to be influencing you, Hawke." He warned playfully as that smirk worked over his dark alluring face, while I gave a shy chortle rubbing my upper arm staring at his feet. Those toes were so…cute. The thought gave life to a mini giggle in my throat causing his brow to rise in amusement
"Hawke?" I only realised the absolutely stupid moment after I'd giggled, and gave a loud cough to clear the air and searched the room for a seat…despite the chair in the middle of the room.
"Have a seat! If you can find one…In fact have the arm chair, I haven't stood in…ages?"
Maker's breath, who said mages were smart?