A silly drabble I wrote when I was listening to a playlist for these two idiots.
Pairings: Rosemary Hawke/Fenris (rivalry romance, though pretty tame for a rivalry), mentioned one-sided Rosemary Hawke/Anders
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age.
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Fenris's scowl was ever-present as he kept a firm grip on his companion's arm, said lady currently giggling madly. She had been giggling for almost ten minutes now, as the two walked up the steps that led to the Hightown market.
"You shouldn't drink nearly so much, Hawke." The elf said, making sure the redhead didn't stumble. "And stop your inane giggling, dammit."
"You, YOU should stop... YOUR drinking giggling, Fenris." The redhead said, trying her best to keep a serious face before she started giggling again. She tried skipping up the steps, but the damn drunken fool had slid, forcing Fenris to reach out and grab her arm to stop her from falling. She giggled yet again and patted his arm as they made it into the market square.
"I don't have the drinking problem. You're the one who insisted on challenging both Isabela and Varric to a drinking contest. You had to know that wouldn't end in your favor." Fenris said, noting how Rosemary was now leaning on his shoulder, her arm wrapped around his.
"Oh, oh yeah? Well, YOU'RE the one who threw a bottle of brandy-whiskey at the wall when I first came over to your house."
"Hawke, it was wine. Not brandy-whiskey."
"Same difference, it ends up pee-water at the end of the day anyway." She stopped in their tracks, forcing Fenris to turn to her. She booped him on the nose, earning a scowl from the elf. "And I thought I told YOU to call me Rosemary. It'd sound so pretty when you say it." Rosemary sighed girlishly, and Fenris's ears burned as the redhead continued to talk. "Everything sounds so pretty when you say it. You have such a pretty voice. It's all... silky. Like chocolate. But not the weird stuff they sell on the docks that I'm pretty sure is some weird back alley stuff. No... your voice sounds like the pretty Orlesian chocolates. Yeah... chocolate..."
"Y-yes, well..." Fenris cleared his throat. "Let's, uh, let's get you home, H-Hawke."
Rosemary tsked. "Call me Rooooosemary." She leaned her head against Fenris's shoulder again, and the elf couldn't help but smile lightly as her head made contact with his skin again.
Rosemary was an infuriating woman most of the time, with her annoying, mischievous ways, the way she never kept her nose out of other people's business, the way she never changed her mind on the matter of mages... but it was also endearing, the way she cared so much to help others, the way she tried to take on everyone's burdens as if they were her own. She tried to help Isabela every time the pirate thought she found the relic, or Varric with matters pertaining to what Bartrand left him with, or Merrill with the damned mirror, or even the abomination with aiding mages or healing those in Lowtown.
The thought of Anders brought a scowl to Fenris's face. It was obvious the abomination was in love with Rosemary, everyone could tell. Everyone except Rosemary herself, that is. If she wasn't aware of it, then she was a very, very good actress.
The two found themselves in front of Rosemary's estate, and Fenris shook her arm slightly. "We're at your home, Hawke." He said, watching her big orange eyes blink open. It was as if the redhead had fallen asleep.
Then she did something he certainly didn't except. She darted forward, quick as a snake, and pressed her soft pink lips to his own. Rosemary pulled away before he could react, a smile on her face. "Call me Rosemary." She grinned, turning to her door and walking inside.
Fenris stood there for a good five minutes, pressing his fingers to his lips, relishing how her pink lips had felt on his own.
"Good night... Rosemary."