Comfort
Summary: Oneshot - A moment of comfort from a friend
Disclaimer: Bioware owns everything, I own nothing - thank you for the opportunity to write about these fantastic characters.
I don't know when it started actually, one day she was Aveline – strong, intimidating, my sister in arms, dependable, always by my side. And then it was the copper gold of her hair, the lean strength of her arms, the depth of her eyes. I couldn't get her out of my head.
I think it started during our first year in Kirkwall. It was a particularly bad day, running tricks for Merran, and dodging Templars. But all I could think of was Bethany. Her and Carver's birthday was tomorrow. I was going home to face mother's accusations or Carver's quiet grief. I couldn't. How could I be strong for everyone, when I couldn't be strong for myself. I wanted to celebrate her life, and Carver's but how could I when the light was gone. Bethany was always like sunshine, quick to smile and always able to break any dark mood.
My feet found me at the Docks, this was the place I felt closest to her. With my back lent against the sandstone wall, I could see Fereldan, a hazy shadow on the horizon. Bethany had always marvelled at the sea, saying it was a place of endless horizons and stories just over the waves. She was so young.
Quiet metal of footsteps approach from my left side. I should look, but in that moment I didn't care.
'Hawke' her voice is soft, her strong hands gentle on my shoulder.
'Its tomorrow isn't.' Her arm wound around my shoulder, no words need to be said. I'll talk if I want. Maybe it's a warrior thing, but she has always understood.
It could have been hours but seems like moments. I reach up and clasp her hand in mine, with a gentle squeeze, still staring out to the horizon. Aveline, always a quiet strength, always there to save my ass, and companion in all things.
'Coming to the Hanged Man?' I asked, moving away from the wall
'Just for one or two – I am on duty in the morning'
Her hand still clasped mine as she pulled me to her, enveloping me in her arms. Her embrace was firm, but surprisingly gentle. I was overwhelmed, and held her closer before reluctantly letting go.
'So up for wicked grace tonight?' I say bumping my shoulder with her, raising my eyebrows rakishly.
I have read many, many fanfiction stories but this is my first attempt at one of my own. Apologies for any mistakes made, it has only being beta-ed by myself.