Fenris grew impatient, waiting for Hawke to finish healing the others and decided to just move forward.
He had gone a ways out, noting that the path was cleared until he came to a halt, his lyrium tattoos coming to life as he felt the shadows move around him.
"Ooh, neat party trick my friend." The blonde, tan elf came out of the shadows, sheathing his daggers and greeting the glowy elf with a smile. "They described you very well, for which I am glad. Having to take down a beauty such as yourself would be such an injustice."
Fenris growled, raising an eyebrow at this man before him.
"You are Hawke's traveling companion, si? I have not met her, but I have heard of her, from Orlais and my contacts here. You both seem to have a knack of making a name for yourself."
"We were sent here to kill you." Fenris growled.
"Then by all means, don't let me stop you. But, I perhaps have a better idea in mind, if you are up to it."
Zevran dared to move closer, despite the rumors of the elf who could rip out a man's heart without thinking twice, extending his hand and ghosting his hand over the tattoo on Fenris' arm, and Fenris was baffled at how he had not only not minded the closeness, but found himself very attracted to the assassin before him.
"Fenris. That's…my name."
"Ah, and I am Zevran Arainai, at your service. May I…?"
Fenris bristled, and nodded preparing for the pain of his touch, but when his fingers rested on the tattoo it was soothing. Maybe this is what it was always like, if you weren't with a mage.
They lingered in the moment, only cut off when the busty pirate bounded towards the elf, wrapping her legs around him as he swung her into a great hug, and just like that Fenris was broken from the spell.
Apparently there were other types of magic he didn't know about.
At least not yet.
