Tapestry
Synopsis: Moments are threads in a tapestry interweaving together. Many have nothing to do with one another, but they will all come together to form the greater image. These are but a few tiny threads no one knew.
Details No One Cares About: These drabbles are based on my personal Wardens (Arilde and Arlyn Amell), Champion (Mellan Hawke), and Inquisitor (Aiden Lavellan) and their relationships with their love interests and companions. (Note: all characters are mages.)
Warnings: general fluff
Nicknames
M!Hawke/Fenris; Takes place after fleeing Kirkwall. Fenris focus.
"So this is snow." He'd never seen snow like this; thick and soft and blindingly white. Tevinter never got snow, and Kirkwall's snow was always thin and dirty and slick; a sheet of ice. But Ferelden's snow was less a sheet and more a blanket. He'd never had to squint just to look around before. Beside him, Hawke rolled over onto his back, a child-like grin set into his chiseled features, and flakes a striking contrast against his short dark hair, and ever-present stubble.
"Yep."
"It's…thick."
He heard his lover snort, "Mm-hmm."
"And cold."
"Sure is. But that's what happens when you don't wear boots." He had the distinct impression Hawke was laughing at him. And his shoe-less feet.
Still, Fenris ignored the jibe to his choice of attire (or lack thereof.) "There is something that's been bothering me though."
"Oh? What's that?"
"You call me Snow. When we're…alone."
Hawke grinned. "You're so cute when you blush."
Hawke gave a loud "Oof!" as Fenris fell over on top of the taller man, and he had to fight back a smug grin of his own. "Don't dodge my question."
Hawke coughed, "There was a question?"
"Why am I Snow?"
But Hawke's grin wouldn't be contained long. "Well, because you're so much fun to roll around in."
So, may I present my canon Hawke, Mellan? I love writing this guy; he's so much fun!
Thank you for reading, and do remember I own naught but my own ideas.
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