What will happen to Lunia Hawke when she begins to notice that no matter how much she loves somebody, they always leave her in the end? Takes place from after The Bitter Pill and runs right up to the start of Act III.

A.N. This is my first story I have ever published. (I always have ideas floating in my head). R/R would be most welcome! I do not own Dragon Age II or 'All The Same' by Sick Puppies.

Lunia Hawke was shocked to see Fenris waiting for her once she returned home. The way he had acted after killing Hadriana made it seem as if he wanted to be left alone. Her ice blues eyes twinkled as she gave him her signature half smile. If a handsome white haired elf wanted to be here, she was not going to argue.

"I've been thinking about what happened with Hadriana. I took my anger out on you undeservedly so. I was not myself. I'm sorry," Fenris said as he got up and closed the gap between them, his mossy green eyes pleading more than his words.

"I had no clue where you got to. You had me worried, you know?" Lunia informed him as she began fiddling with the straps to her daggers and outer armor. So comfortable was she with her companions, most of them helped her get out of her armor when they would be at her house for a while. Her secret love of digging toes in the carpet and feeling free was something they all knew about.

"I needed to be alone," he stated as he took each article she handed him with care and laid it on the bench by the wall. "When I was a still a slave, Hadriana was a torment. She would ridicule me, deny my meal, and hound my sleep. Because of my status, I was powerless to respond and she knew it. The thought of her slipping out of my grasp now, I could let her go! I wanted to, but I couldn't."

She could hear and see his anger with each word that came from his mouth. Even in his anger, his voice made her shiver. Yet Fenris came here to talk, so she took off her boots, giving in to her ritual of wigging her toes in the carpet and put on the red silk robe she kept in the foyer so that she wouldn't be in just her thin shirt and shorts she wore under her leathers. She turned to look into his eyes, startled to find him standing close to her.

"Ok explain that one for me."

"This hate! I thought I had gotten away from it. But it dogs me no matter where I go. To feel it again, to know it was they that planted it inside me. It was too much to bear." He turned away from her then. "Bah, I didn't come here to burden you further," Fenris said as he turned from her.

For some reason, seeing him turn from her gave her a sense of panic. She wanted him to stay. It was the most open he had been with her without a bottle of wine in hand. She wanted him with her. She reached a hand out and grabbed his bare skin. Even in all the battles they had been in, flesh had never touched flesh. Sure, there were times touch was involved in some to the moves they had practice to better utilize the combination of rouge and warrior, though gloves and armor were always a barrier that kept her safe. Now, his markings glowed and he pushed her against the wall. It excited her to no end. So she did the first thing that popped into her mind, she kissed him.

The feel of his lips on hers was enough to almost undo her. How long had she dreamed of this? To feel his hair in her fingers, feeling like silk as she knew that it would. His hand moved to her butt and she pressed into him hard. She felt him then and wanted more. She flipped them then, pressing him against the wall instead, the feeling of being dominate in there seeming endless dance of tounges was heady.

A part of her, in that part of herself that she hated to listen to, whispered warning. Fenris was his namesake. He was a wolf, and any animal that had been traumatized could always lash out. Yet she didn't listen to that voice as she led him upstairs. Nor when they undressed each other in a flurry of kisses, moans, bites and ripping of clothes. Nor when he hovered over her before entering her. Not even when she screamed his name and most definitely not when she laid in his arms and drifted off to sleep.

She woke to see him staring into the flames of her fireplace. 'That is not a good sign,' she thought as she saw him dressed. She moved to the end of the bed to make her presence known.

"Was it that bad?" she grabbed the blanket to ward off a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. "Maybe I should have asked you to tie me up…"

"I'm sorry. It was not…It was fine," he stammered. "No that is insufficient. It was better than anything I could have dreamed," now he looked at her. She saw pain in his eyes.

"Your markings, they hurt, don't they?"

"It's not that. I began to remember my life before. Just… flashes. It was too much. It's too fast. I cannot… do this."

"Don't you want to get your memories back?"

"Perhaps you don't realize how upsetting this is. I've never remember anything, and to have it all come back in a rush only to lose it about. I can't… I can't"

"We can work through this Fenris, just please…" she pleaded.

"I'm sorry. I feel like such a fool. All I wanted was just to be happy, just for a little while. Forgive me," he said as he turned and walked away.

As she bowed her head and tears formed in her eyes, she almost missed the res sash tied around his wrist that came for her robe. The same sash that had held her hands as she lost more than just her maiden head, but her hears as well. As she heard the door close downstairs a howl ripped from her throat as she heart shattered.