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He sat in the tavern, waiting for the messenger. He had planned it all perfectly, he knew what was to happen. It had gone through his head for a long time, days even. He had made a plan, he knew as soon as he had seen the trevinter ship in the docks of Kirkwall, they were coming. He had seen the pale grey armour leave the ship that very day and he knew what was to be done. He lived on this, it was his energy. Knowing everything that was going to happen was key to his survival. Fenris sipped at his ale, waiting impatiently. He had seeked out a dwarf by the name of Anso, a nervous dwarf who was new to the surface just what he had needed. Not one he had to bargain with, merely scare into joining into his scheme. He needed help, he knew that the moment he had seen the ship. He had walked into Anso in the dark and when he told the scared dwarf he would spare him, Anso willingly joined to help him, mostly out of fear. Fenris looked at the twirling lyrium alive in his veins, white markings that his former master had given him. He had asked Anso who was the best to help him in his cause, and Anso had confidently stated that the hawk would help him. He released Anso as soon as he had said that he would indeed help him find the hawk and set up the meeting. The bait would be a chest, his master enjoyed games. He had sent his best hunters to guard the chest, knowing that it would peak Fenris's curiousity. He wanted to know what was in that chest, he wanted to know what secrets his former master was using to bait his precious little wolf as he called him. He knew it would be about his past, the ritual to create these markings deleted every memory from Fenris's mind. He yearned to know of his past, to see if there was something beyond freedom for him. He needed the chest, he needed help to destroy the hunters, there was too many for even Fenris himself to handle. He took another sip of the ale. He waited in the back of the tavern in the shadows where no one could see him. He was the lyrium ghost, he saw everything, but everything did not see him.
He fidgeted uncomfortably, becoming impatient. He had heard of the hawk, all the way through lowtown. He had the what the hawk could do. He wanted to meet this brave fighter, the man seemed a legend, it was told over town he had fought off an ogre with his bare hands, that he had fought and killed slavers and every other savage beast that had stalked and threatened the citizens of kirkwall. He sounded honourable and Fenris wished to see the hawk fight, out of curiousity and to see if the legends were as he suspected, absolute rubbish.
He spotted the dwarf before the dwarf spotted him, and walked over to where the dwarf stood, at the sight of Fenris he flinched a little and said to him "It is done, the hawk is fighting those who you wish dead now, in the alienage, you must hurry serah"
And before the dwarf could say anymore, Fenris was off out of the tavern and running towards the alienage. He wanted to see the fight, he reveled in the destruction of hunters and slavers who back home hounded slaves and made them suffer just as he did.
He ran the streets of lowtown as if he had been there all of his life, living amongst the shadows, when he had got to the alley near the alienage he was attacked by a small regiment of slavers, he set his lyrium markings alight and launched his long greatsword off his back, making it dance and launch itself through the chests of his foes, his lyrium making him pratically indestructable as he launched his hand into the hearts of those who got close enough. He carried on towards the alienage and heard a voice with a distinct trevinter accent.
"Whoever you are, you have made a mistake friend" the voice leered and as Fenris moved around the voice was claimed by it's owner. The captain of the regiment that were sent to capture him.
The captain started to shout towards the alley where Fenris was hiding.
"LIEUTENANT I WANT EVERYONE IN THE CLEARING!" he shouted, and Fenris smiled at this, he had just killed his precious lieutenant and his regiment within seconds, nothing compared to what he usually found as a challenge, they were new, the only real challenge was indeed the lieutenant that the captain was now shouting. He smirked at this. As his thoughts wandered off, he did not notice that one of the hunters had scrambled up, only wounded from the blow that Fenris had given him, his sword in his hand. He knew what he must do, he waited until the man was only a foot away from him then grabbed his arms and put them behind his back knocking out the sword in his hand, and pushed him into the view of the captain, turning the captains attention towards the group that were near him. He timed it perfectly, just as the captain turned round he set his markings on fire, and ripped the man's heart from his chest. The man hit the floor dead and completely unphased by the events Fenris walked down the stairs speaking as he did so.
"Your men are dead, and your trap has failed. I suggest running back to your master while you can." he had begun to say when he laid his eyes on the group that he had hired.
There in front of him was a fine and toned muscley warrior like himself, although human unlike himself. He had jet black hair and was tall and had muscles to match his own. He was also accompanied by a dwarf holding a crossbow with more hair on his chest than his face, there was another male, a tired looking man with sandy blonde hair tied into a bow who looked run in and ready to collapse, he had purple bags under his eyes and looked at Fenris with indifference. And then, there was the one who they all seemed to be protecting the last member of their little groups. The only female there, she stood out amongst the rest. Her hair was loose and long, a delicate light blonde, almost as light as his own white hair, her eyes contrasted against it as she looked at him keenly, with wonder. Her eyes were a vibrant silver but the centre, right in the core of her eyes were a vibrant violet.
Her look drew attention to her more than the other members of the group, her porcelain white skin and her unique eyes, they made Fenris feel as if he was just some old light was beautiful, but she had the cheeky look of a teenage girl on her face, he looked at her and guessed she was round about the same age as him, she looked as delicate as a petal, it might explain why the three men were guarding her so fiercely he thought.
The captain hissed angrily to Fenris "You are coming with me slave." The captain foolishly, or bravely put his hand on Fenris's shoulder, this annoyed fenris. And he did not like to be annoyed, or touched for that matter. In instinct he set alight his anger in the form of his markings once again, and ripped the captain's heart out. He turned around before seeing the man fall to the ground, and angrily spat as he turned towards the group that were staring at him shocked "I am not a slave."
For moments, the group stared at him and he stared right back, mainly focusing on the female that they were all surrounding, as if male instinct had taken place and they saw Fenris as a threat. He looked at her again, what was so special about her that three men were all surrounding her, hands twitching ready to grab their weapons if Fenris even tried to go near her. Of course he rattled to himself in his head, she must be a mage, a mage of some kind. But when he looked at her again he saw two gleaming daggers with ruby hilts. No, not a mage he decided he would have to find out later, and he knew that there was more slavers ready at his former master's mansion here. He wasn't much for talking or making new friends, but he would give it his best shot in order for him to be able to crush Danarius's heart with his hand.
"I apologise, when I asked Anso to provide a distraction for the hunters I had no idea they would be so numerous." he said looking around at the piles of dead slavers surrounding them. He continued speaking then, directly looking at the male with black hair, a warrior like himself. "The legends are true about you, they tell many tales about the hawk in this place"
This seemed to annoy the male that he had said so, he sighed and rolled his eyes whilst the dwarf chuckled. The man with the black hair looked at him and said " I am not the famous hawk you want to say thanks to."
Fenris looked around questioningly at the other two males who started to laugh at his confusion, just as Fenris was about to get angry, or suspect it was a trap a voice came from behind them.
"Yeah, that's hilarious guys, really funny. Of course I can't be a female, Varric you need to stop making me sound so butch!" the voice belonged to the woman behind the men, and Fenris's had to stop his jaw hitting the ground. The men parted ways and revealed her to Fenris as if she was some ancient treasure only those who were worthy were allowed to see.
She wore leather armour, and only then did Fenris realise how long her hair was, it was down to her chest area, and she looked completely harmless, even her voice was soothing, somewhat happy and playful. She looked like she should be on the arm of some rich snobby noble, not running around with three males wielding daggers.
"I am Hawke." She stated it as fact, and the dwarf, Varric began to chuckle once again.
"I, see. well yes..." he didn't know what to say after that, he had expected the black haired warrior to be the hawk, wielding the same kind of weapon as him made somewhat hope it was hawke.
"I take it these men were looking for you then?" she said, smiling. She was so relaxed, so calm about the killing she had just done, it struck Fenris completely off guard. And the way her hair had spiralling colours of dark red twisting along her fringe and the tips, she looked like some sort of angel, he had never seen such a woman, her hair dyed in the blood of the slavers and her actual hair, stained red amongst the white blonde.
"You are correct, my name is Fenris. These men were imperial bounty hunters seeking to recover a magister's lost property, namely myself. They were trying to lure me into the open, crude as their methods were I could not face them alone. Thankfully, Anso chose wisely." he said to her, it was the most he had ever spoken to someone since being here, the largest sentence he had ever cared to escape from his lips, he watched her reaction, but her face was a porcelain mask.
"Yes, well if they were really trying to recapture you, then I am happy to have helped. I am also happy to have killed the disgusting bastards." she said, with a coy grin on her face whilst the men muttered in agreement. Fenris was shocked, and confused. He had never met anyone who would have just been simply happy to help kill the slavers, and never met anyone who had called them bastards so calmly yet with the feel that she was a force to be reckoned with. He could not lie to himself, this woman intrigued him.
"I have met few in my travels who have sought nothing more than personal gain." he replied honestly, and it was true, Anso and everyone else had something to gain, whether it was to live or for coin, no one had ever just helped Fenris.
He remembered then, at the mention of coin. "If i may ask, what was in the chest? The one they kept in the house." He was hopeful now, that he may have got one up on his former master.
Confusion stained her porcelain features at the mention of the chest. "It was empty." she said to him, and he could tell by looking at her face that she was not lying. Danarius had used clever bait.
"I suppose it was too much to hope for, even so I had to know" he stated, trying not to look furious and angry that his master could have caught him just for an empty chest.
"You were expecting something else?" she asked him kindly, her small eyebrow tilting up, and a kind smile on her lips. This woman was smiling right at him, where others would cower in fear at the sight of him getting even slightly angry. This woman confused him.
"I was, but I shouldn't have. It was bait and nothing more." he said, looking at the other members of the group. The tired looking man in the robes stared at Hawke almost as if he was hungry, he stared at her face and smiled as if her face was the sun and he was a farmer. The dwarf looked curiously at both Fenris and Hawke, with a mysterious grin on his face. The man he had thought to be hawke looked at her as if he was creating a shield with his own mind so she would not come to any harm. It was a fierce protective look, and the man seemed threatened by Fenris's appearance.
"All that bother and murder for an empty chest, well at the least they might have some good things on them, Varric, release the treasure hunter!" she turned to look at the dwarf with a salute, which was obviously a sign allowing him to leave the group and start to loot the bodies they had killed.
"No, there is more" Fenris stated, just as she was about to turn around and help the dwarf called Varric.
"My former master would probabily be here, still. I will pay you if you help me destroy him once and for all." fenris said, he did not want to seem like he was begging for her assistance, he much doubted she had any, but then again the dead bodies that were all over the alienage did support that she could fight.
"I'd be happy to help get rid of more slavers, free of charge!" she said, her voice tinkling reassured Fenris.
The men with her groaned.
"Hawke, I need to get back to the clinic soon!" the man with the blonde hair and the tired expression said to her, but she turned round to him her long hair breezing towards his, and a smile on her face and he became entranced. Fenris looked at the man who had a tired expression on his face and saw that he was smiling back.
"Fine! Fine! Okay, I hate it when you do that Hawke!" he said to her, but he still grinned as she turned back towards fenris, her long white blonde hair flipping back at her fast movement allowing the blonde haired man a chance to smell it. He seemed to enjoy smelling her hair, and for a moment Fenris felt that he did not like that he did so. He shook off the feeling, and looked down at Hawke. She was much smaller than him, at chin height but then again, he had been modified so that he was a very tall elf.
He bent down at the body of the dead captain and she bent down with him, looking for any secret pockets in his armour where he may have stored letters and such things. He had never allowed anyone closer than a metre of him, but he had allowed her to do so easily. He knew what the tired blonde haired man was smiling at now, she smelt beautiful. She smelt like exotic flowers with the hint of honey and other scents he did not know of, but it smelled beautiful. He then realised that the blonde tired man looked at Hawke with longing eyes and worked it out for himself. He knew what was ever going on, these men were smitten by her.
He found a letter and panicked. He could not read, not wanting to embarass himself, he passed on the letter to hawke and whilst pretending that he was still searching he said "Could you read it out loud please." trying to say it in a relaxed way that didn't scream to everyone HEY I CAN'T READ. She looked at him for a second, and then simply nodded.
"Master Danarius, I have arranged the attack for tonight. The slave will be ours." she spoke, looking at the paper angrily.
"It is as I suspected! My former master is hiding out in his old mansion! Please, will you help me!" Fenris asked, pratically on the verge of begging, and he lost himself in her eyes. He had seen the amazing colours that eyes could be, violet, blue any colour that the maker had ever thought to create. But he had never seen eyes such as hers, two tones. A silver grey, with the core a vivid violet, pratically pink. It was odd, beautiful even. He began to admire them when he saw the eyebrow arch and the coy smile stain on her face.
"As you wish." she merely stated.
"Danarius wishes to strip the skin from my bones for these precious markings that I have, I need your- wait, what?" he asked her, looking at her shocked.
"Do i really have to tell you twice that I will help you?" she looked at him somewhat amused, that he had become so entranced within her eyes that he had forgotten where he was, he looked at her angrily. Witch. He thought to himself, and yet he reminded himself that she bore no staff, and could not be a witch.
"So, we head to hightown, if you cannot catch up with me, I apologise I am not one for bragging but my skills do make me run fast. Then I will meet you at the chantry courtyard." he said to them as he began to run, he swore he heard the blonde man mutter "show off."
He ran faster and faster confident he would get there before anyone else, he was always having secret challenges with himself, to push him to the limit and make him do what was needed. He would always in his head win.
But then he saw the flicker of white and red as her hair bounced past him, only for a second and she became pratically invisible. How was she doing that! She was almost as fast as him! He stopped at the chantry courtyard and looked around confident that she was not there.
A voice sang from the pillar he began to lean on.
"You were saying you were quite fast? What took you so long?" she laughed at him, high on her pillar. How had she got there!
"My markings help with my speed." he merely stated, unsure of how to talk to people these days, only ever when it was about business never anything personal.
"I see. I see that you are not accustomed to the polite chat of speaking to others." she stated, smiling at him gently.
He nodded. "Being an escaped slave, I do not really go around making new friends." he stated to her coldly. He felt harsh for it, but he felt the need to tell her so.
She back flipped down from the pillar, as he gasped in shock. Her seemed to shine in the moonlight, along with her porcelain face, and he noticed her lips were a deep ruby red, like her streaks in her hair.
She walked closer towards him, leaving a few steps between them.
"You know, you should try it. Allies are good when you're an escaped slave." she said, chuckling a little.
She had a point, Fenris could use an ally, like Hawke. He was about to say something, maybe continue the conversation to prove a point when the three males that were with Hawke at the alienage got to the top of hightown stairs.
"Ready to go gentlemen? I've only be waiting a few years, where's my birthday presents?" she asked them teasingly, the dwarf laughed at her and replied.
"Hawke, for your age you look youthful! Almost as if you haven't changed! We all dont have the thighs of thunder, like you milady!" the dwarf said to her cheekily, a throaty chuckle escaping his mouth, even though he was trying to be serious.
"I apologise for having long legs, ser dwarf" she smiled as she curtsied to him.
"Let's go." she said, gesturing for Fenris to take lead, alongside the black haired warrior.
They stormed the mansion, and were greeted by shades. If he doubted her ability he did not now, he thought to himself as he watched her. She backflipped and twirled, dancing amongst the shades, her daggers stabbing at them quicker than he had ever seen. Her eyes shone bright violet as she fought, as if she had markings like his. It was odd to see this tiny woman fight with the power of a mighty rogue.
They kept on storming the mansion, and were overpowered by shades and an arcane horror. She shouted to the blonde mage "A little fire would help here" and right in front of Fenris the man twirled his staff and brought balls of fire amongst them, hitting the shades and setting them alight. A MAGE! Fenris bit his tongue until the mansion was completely cleared, and looked at the group.
"I need some air, take what valuables you wish for payment." he said as he walked out of the mansion door.
Of course, she had a flaw. She was a mage lover, did she not know that mages would turn their magic upon her and destroy everything she loved? Did she not know that mages all of them in the end give up to temptation and let themselves become the demons that all feared like those they had met inside the mansion? No, she was naive. A strong fighter but she was too trusting.
She led the group out of the mansion, and Fenris found himself wanting to grab her and run, take her away from the demons that she so happily befriended. He once again shook off the feeling and looked at the group, trying not to focus on her face.
"It never ends, I escape a land of dark magic only to have it hound me at every turn. It is a plague burned into my flesh and my soul." he said, glaring obviously at the blonde haired mage. "And now I find myself in the company of more mages."
"You can speak to me directly you know, I am here" the blonde mage spat at him.
"I saw you casting spells inside! I should have realised sooner what you really were mage." he spat back, he had begun not to like this mage whatsoever, but then he became shocked at the sight of him. Anders began to turn a light blue, the same colour of Fenris's own markings.
A voice that did not fit the mage's whatsoever spoke out of his lips "I am more than you will ever know, wolf." He began to shake, uncontrollably.
Hawke went towards him and with the slightest touch the glowing and shaking stopped, she looked the blonde mage in the eyes and said calmly "Anders, go home."
The mage by the name Anders nodded and started to walk down the steps. Fenris by nature unsheathed his sword and began to turn after him, ready to kill him. What a filithy abomination! Hawke let this man live, even though she knew what he was! His respect for Hawke slowly went downhill, and this beautiful woman was now so naive, so idiotic it made him want to wake her up, make her realise what foul creatures mages were.
"You will not follow him." she said, her voice felt like a rope, tying itself around him and he turned and looked into her eyes, still glowing a bright pink colour.
"You happily fight with allies such as abominations! You do not know you the viper you habour in your midst! It will turn upon you! I am not blind! I know magic has it uses, but a man like that should not walk free!" he shouted at her, his voice slowly raised and the black haired warrior unsheated his sword, taking a step in front of Hawke. He looked at Fenris in anger, as if he had just insulted Hawke instead of the abomination! The overprotective look in his eyes made Fenris think that he and Hawke were more than just companions, and in the back of his mind there was a dissapointed yelp. But when he looked into the eyes of the black haired warrior, he saw that they were the same silver as Hawke's, but without the tinge of pink and violet.
"Anders is not an abomination! Carver, move out of the way!" she said, annoyed. Carver moved back to his spot next to her, but did not put his sword away.
"Anders is not what you think him to be, and you will not kill him. He runs a clinic for those who cannot afford treatment and is a good man." she said looking right into Fenris's eyes. It became hard to focus his anger as he looked back at her, she did not look angry but there was a tone of whispered promises within her sentence. She was calm, but her eyes showed the promise that if he should attack she would attack him. It made his stomach sink.
Carver spoke then adding to the conversation "Sister, you have done what he asks, why not tell him to move on?" he said to her, looking at him in defiance, but choosing to ignore his existance.
Fenris sighed at the reassurance of the word sister, and then realised he did not want to leave yet, she was right, she would be a good ally for him to help him crush Danarius.
"I appear ungrateful, I apologise. For nothing could be further than the truth." he said, defeated. He saw Carver relax then putting his sword away. "I do not have much coin, but if you should find yourself in need of assistance, I will be waiting for Danarius at this mansion."
She looked at varric for a moment, as if the two were having a silent conversation. She then looked back at him and said "There is an expedition to the deep roads I will need help with, and for anything else, I will come to the mansion, but please remember I am coming, no glowy hands and I rather like my heart in my chest." she said to him laughing, the moment of tension now over. She shot him a grin and turned to Varric and Carver "Let's go home."
Throughout the rest of the night, and most of the day Fenris did not think of hatred or crushing out Danarius's heart, which he did most of the days when he was hiding in the bottom of a ship, or anywhere else he could be alone. But he thought of Hawke. Her unique beauty, he had never met a woman close enough to her beauty, it looked exotic, somewhat enchanting. Her eyes and her hair, they were completely different to every other woman's he had seen in town. Her porcelain face was clear and fresh, unlike the woman within Kirkwall who powdered and painted their face as if they were creating a mask, a disguise but Hawke wore no make up, nothing to enhance her beauty.
And yet, there was a part of him that hated her for being her, she was so what on earth was the name for it! He thought angrily, naive beautiful, trusting, idiotic. But she fought like a viper, ran faster than even Fenris himself and flipped and twirled as if she could fly. She was something else, and for now she would make a good alliance, and Fenris felt in his duty to watch the mages that she felt the need to be around. He instantly hated the blonde haired one he had met that night, he thought to himself as he looked at the orange sunset from his mansion window.
He heard a small creak at the stairs of his mansion, and grabbed his sword. Danarius would be bold as brass coming here now at this time, and yet Fenris knew it could not be him, he would not be so stealthy. Mages were all for the fireballs and ice storms and big entrances. He quickly walked towards the stairs to see that it was in fact the woman he had been thinking about all night. Hawke, but dressed in different armour. It was a leather set, but more showy and with more pouches full of potions and poisons on her side, it was a dark grey and suited her perfectly.
"Fenris?" she asked him, bewildered that his sword was behind shoulder ready to strike.
"Ah, yes I.. apologise Hawke." he said to her, worried as to why she had come here, and what she wanted.
"Uhm, if this isn't the right time to chat, I can leave." she chuckled at the sight of him, clutching his sword and looking ready to fight.
"No, no. I just wasn't prepared for you, you should not sneak up on me." he sourly said to her, looking down at her, seeing her eyes were alight with humour.
"But how would I practice?" she laughed at him. He walked towards the room he had decided to make his own and put his sword down next to the fireplace.
He didn't know how to treat guests, and had never been a host in his entire life, or what he could remember and looked at her awkwardly.
"Oh, sit down please!" he said, feeling like an idiot, he sat down himself and she sat down next to the roaring fire on one of the moth eaten arm chairs. She looked somewhat cosy there, and Fenris secretly decided that he enjoyed the view of her sat there. The fire roaring making her eyes glow and her hair flicker, she looked beautiful and as she stared into the fire, Fenris found himself wanting to know more about her. Even though she never showed it, she was sad. He could see this now, as she looked in the fire she looked so weak and fragile, a beautiful flower. He rolled his eyes at himself, not realising that Hawke saw, she chuckled at it.
"What is so funny?" he asked her, annoyed that he had done it right in front of her, making himself open to mockery.
"Nothing, you just seem annoyed that I'm here. I am sorry about last night Fenris, but whilst Ander is of himself, and does good for peope at his clinic, I will not let him become harmed, if there is a time he does become uncontrollable, then I know who will willingly kill him with no guilt." she said to him, looking at him now.
"Yes, well the man clearly is an abomination." he hissed, looking at the fire not wanting her to think she was the one who made him angry.
"A spirit of justice is not a demon, and Anders is doing good." she simply stated.
"Ah, yes. You will have to forgive me, I am rusty at conversation." he said to her, not knowing what else to say.
"Yes, well after we have had a chat, I'd like you to meet the rest of the group." she said, looking at him with a grin as his eyes widen at the thought of more people he had to converse with. She laughed at him then, it was a beautiful laugh, sounding like the chimes and somewhat tinkling like a music box.
"Indeed." was all he could reply.
"I am curious about the nature of your markings, I must admit. I have never seen anyone like you before... with those markings I mean." she said, and her cheeks became a vivid red, she had blushed, and corrected herself. He found it adorable. He then cursed himself several times in trevinter, he had a goal and it would not be jeapordised by a pretty and adorable woman who was so skilled at daggers he could see her already slicing the neck of Danarius.
"Ah yes, my markings were given to me by my dear Master. They were to give me the tools I needed to be his bodyguard."Fenris stated, sourly and truthfully.
"How do you think that Danarius will try to get you back?" she asked him, her face already alive thinking of ways that he could. It shocked him that she was already planning on helping him if Danarius did come to get him.
"Like he has been for the past six months, using my past as bait." Fenris spat angrily, clenching his fists and staring into the fire, with dreams of veangence brewing in his eyes.
"Why your past?" she asked him, confused.
"Because I remember nothing of it, the ritual wiped away every part of past and who I was before, I woke up in agony and my life as a slave began there." he said to her bitterly, glaring at the fire, trying not to glare at her.
"When I see this Danarius, I will make sure that he only has a past, not a future." she hissed, and at that moment he looked at her, bewildered why this woman would help him. But he saw the anger then, in her eyes not in her face, her face was frozen in thought, staring at the fire but he saw a rage in her eyes that mimicked his own. There was something about her that he recognised in himself, and yet he envied her. Her confidence in her decisions, her confidence in her life.
"I thank you." he said to her. It was all he could say.
"I apologise for my brother Carver, he is very over protective." she said to him, a smile playing on her lips as he merely nodded at the rememberance of Hawke's burly brother holding his greatsword ready to attack Fenris.
They stayed silent for a moment and he watched her, she subconsciencely played with her hair, and he was fascinated by the very sight of her. He cursed himself, he did not understand his fascination for her but he knew it was dangerous, and he did not know what he was getting into, that was key in his survival. Knowing everything he was getting into.
She stood then, and he stood too.
"Come on, I need to show you to the hanged man, you can meet my merry band of misfits!" she laughed.
He was sat in the corner of Varric's room sipping an ale that the dwarf had bought for him, and despite Fenris's debates had continued buying for him. He looked around at Hawke's merry band of misfit's as she had called them. There was the abomination that he had met before, vying for Hawke's attention like a four year old, it was pathetic. He would only look at her, no other's could even bother to get his attention and he watched her with longing eyes, he had seen this before when he was a slave. But not in this way. He had seen lust, but the abomination looked at her as if he worshipped the ground she walked on. He did not like that one bit, he tried convincing himself that it was because he was a mage and an abomination, but there was something else growling in his chest. Varric the dwarf was talking to the blood mage, someone he had met today, she was naive and childish and rather stupid in his opinion but also used blood magic. This meant that she was a danger, and even though she acted innocent, Fenris would watch her. He had also met Aveline, a member of the guard who he respected for her skill and her serious manner, he knew she would not allow these mages if it were not for Hawke either. He was also properly introduced to Carver, but he was busy staring at the bust pirate queen Isabela, who was profusely trying to flirt with everyone on the table. Fenris wondered what would become of Isabela when her body was no longer her best use, as he watched her flaunt a long tanned leg to Carver who's eyes looked as if they were to pop out. There was however one man who was not charmed by the Isabela's huge bust near his face, and that was the chantry brother Sebastian, who did not leer at the women like the rest of the men did, but spoke to Hawke kindly, smiling and speaking with her as if she were a good friend, although he had a look in his eye that resembled that of the abomination's he was not so bold with it.
And yet, whilst he watched Hawke, he could see why she was so popular. She was charming, funny sarcastic and a good sport, and would always help those in need. She sat next to Varric and Anders, and Fenris smiled to himself as the abomination tried to get her full attention, and chuckled at the way Carver stared at the abomination, ready to strike if he so much even touched his sister. He found a new respect for Carver.
"So, you know what's happening then? Me, Fenris, Carver and Varric are out clearing out the estate and dealing with the rescue on the wounded coast. Merril and Isabela, it seems that you guys are going to look for new jobs for us to take on, and either Merril goes to help Anders with the clinic, or she goes with you Isabela and helps you with the relic hunt, its yours to decide Merril." she looked at the elf kindly and smiled at her, the elf smiled back, relieved to have friends.
"Good, sorted and now another drink!" Hawke laughed, already tipsy. Carver glared at her, but when she smiled at him, he beamed at how happy his sister was. Fenris looked over at the brother and sister smiling at each other and he saw actual joy in Carver's eyes.
"You know Hawke, sweetie. I have never seen you in anything but leather armour." Isabela purred at Hawke, making every other man there apart from Fenris shiver at the seductive voice she used, Fenris had a feeling that she always used it for Hawke.
"And you know Isabela, sweetie. That I enjoy my armour on me and not on your floor, as interesting as that could be." she giggled into her ale, tipsy.
The men including Fenris had stopped breathing then apart from Carver who pulled a face of disgust and walked over to the bar for another pint. The image of both Hawke and Isabela shivered in Fenris's body, but it was overtaken by a sense of possession, that he would not want the pirate queen to even dare. But he shook it off, like he did with everything else he was beginning to feel.
"Indeed sweetheart, but maybe one day you will wear something other than that, as interesting as getting you in my bed would be." she laughed, and Fenris caught what was meant to be a game, the other men did not even realised, the winks that Isabela and Hawke gave each other.
"You mean in your bed again, Isabela." she purred at the pirate queen, and walked towards her, Isable was no longer playing the game and now entranced at Hawke's snowy white face right near her bronzed face. Fenris noted the contrast, the purity of Hawke's face compared to the seductive Pirate queens. Where as Isabela would one day lose her looks, Fenris could tell even when Hawke was older she would be beautiful. He saw that as Isabela took in Hawke's full on beauty in her face, her face showed her emotions well. There was of course lust and want and shock all mashed together as she took in her beauty, but then Fenris could see it as plain as day, the woman was jealous of Hawke. Only a slight bit, but enough to show on her face. Hawke winked at her and walked towards her brother to help him with the ales. Isabela stood shocked still and sat down quietly, Fenris could tell she was not used to being shocked by someone's beauty before, and he knew Isabela better than she knew herself already, it was written on her face. She was shallow, prized herself in her looks and her manner of seduction, to Isabela everything was sexual and it's how she got everything she ever wanted. She had lived in life confident about herself, about how much flesh she hade shown and then she had met Hawke, and now she was doubting who she was.
Anders laughed at how entranced Isabela got when she was closed to Hawke, making Isable recoil. She went closer towards the abomination and purred to him "You can laugh, but I've got closer to her than you have." Fenris choked on his ale then, causing Isabela to look at him, she smiled at him whilst Anders glared at his obvious laughing at him.
"Hawke has such a habit of picking up such pretty elves, you know." she purred at Fenris, then laughed as Varric shook his head and said "You know with the ammount of work you do trying to get your fill of sex, if we ever need to hide Daisy or Blondie, we can just shove them right up there, already furnished with a bed and everything! Make sure you get some good flowers to stick up there rivani!" he chortled as Isabela scowled at him and then chuckled.
Anders looked disgusted in the thought "I'd rather be made tranquil!" he snorted, drinking his ale. Isabela glared again then, but smile as Hawke came back and set down the ale's on the table, leaning so low you could see a bit of her white snowy chest, even the chantry brother had a quick glance and then looked on the floor ashamed.
Carver sat down next to Fenris this time, as Isabela had stolen his previous seat. Merril seemed amused by Hawke drinking and smiling at everyone and said to Hawke "you know your eyes are very odd Hawke, I've never even seen another elf with such strange eyes, and we have such big eyes, well apart from Fenris of course, but I can never tell if he's glaring or if they're his normal eyes! But your eyes, they are a beautiful silver, then turn into a really bright pink purple colour, and I've met your mother and she has silver eyes, but where does the pink tinge come from? Is it from your father? Did he have pink eyes? That would have looked very odd!" she started to babble, amused like a young child.
Hawke laughed her tinkling laugh, and Fenris enjoyed her laugh, she looked free when she did so.
"No, it is not from my father. He did not have pink eyes. I guess they are a gift." she said smiling at Carver, who smiled slightly back.
"Father's eye's were a deep brown. Bethany got those eyes." Carver said, and the group imiediately went quiet at the mention of Bethany, Fenris did not want to press Hawke or her brother. It seemed it had been someone they lost and he did not want to be rude to her.
"But no, Sister dearest was the unique one. Father was forever telling everyone about her eyes! And then she dyed the red in her hair, and instead of going mad like he did when I asked if I could do it, he went absolutely raving about it! Said she looked beautiful! He told me it was more of a woman's thing, and let me get a tattoo however." Carver paused for a moment, looking at Hawke accusingly. "But of course, he never found out that his darling Aria had rebelled by doing the same."
"Ooooooh! You have tattoo's Hawke! Now I must simply get you in my bed!" Isabela squealed with excitement.
"Where are these tattoo's Hawke?" Varric asked her, curious.
"On my body." she said, simply.
"And what are they?" Varric asked, curious again.
"A pattern." she said, her lips twitching as Varric looked fustrated that she would not tell him her secret tattoo.
"Oh, c'mon Hawke! tell us!" Merril got excited by learning things about Hawke, she smiled feverishly.
"It's obviously of my malabari, I am that mature." she replied, looking obviously at Carver.
He laughed at that, and Isabela stood up intrigued at Carver for the first time that night.
"And where is your tattoo Carver?" Isabela purred, looking at him with a seductive look.
"On my back.." he said, unsure where this was going.
"I will have to see that someday!" she laughed.
A few drinks later, and Hawke was more than tipsy, and to the matter of fact, Fenris was too. Carver was worse however, and this made Hawke decide it was a night. She bid them all good night, and so did Fenris, only looking and saying it to those who were not mages, but not saying that out loud. They all bid each other good night, when Carver had started to sway at the door.
"Do you require some help with your brother?" Fenris asked Hawke, who was still a little tipsy like Fenris.
"If you don't mind. He always drank twice as much as me, serves him right this time!" she laughed and looked at Fenris, smiling. Fenris's heart nearly gave way when he found himself smiling back at her, the corners of his lips uncontrollably turning into a smile.
He put Carver's arm around his shoulder, taking the weight off Hawke. She walked with them, ready to fall herself but keeping herself steady. Fenris had never been this drunk in his life, and it was odd to him. He wanted to laugh and speak about things, talk to Hawke. He suddenly had the feeling to catch the bit of stray hair blowing in the breeze and put it behind her ear. He did not like how trusting he was towards her and he barely knew her. He did not like these sudden emotions and wants he was getting for her.
"He deserves a night off, he's always protecting me!" she exclaimed, seeming annoyed like a child. It was adorable, and Fenris hated adorable. Normally. But there was something about Hawke, the way she was, the way she was so perfect that made him like adorable. As they walked she looked at the moon and the stars twinkled in her eyes. He became curious of her eyes, why were they like that. She blushed when she stopped at the hovel that her uncle and family lived in. Before she could open the door, it opened by itself and an older woman, around the age of her fourties opened, she looked like Hawke, in the shape of her face, and the shape of her eyes, there was also a hint of a a faded red colour in her lips. She was old but still good looking fenris thought, and looked at Hawke. But hawke would be so much prettier.
"Maker's sake, you let him get that drunk!" the woman sighed and then smiled at her son passed out on Fenris's shoulder.
"And who is this strapping young man who helped you pick your drunken nug of a brother home." she asked, smiling at fenris warmly.
"This is Fenris, mother. He's joined our merry band of misfits!" she said, smiling beautifully and warmly it may something warm in Fenris's chest.
"Welcome to the family my dear, I am leandra, Aria and Carver's mother I feel as if I have seven children instead of three." she said to him, then corrected herself before nearly tearing up. "two."
Fenris saw the flash of concern in Hawke's eyes, and as he set Carver down on a chair in the house they lived in, he saw that Hawke looked almost guilty.
"Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?" Leandra asked him, smiling warmly at him. He imagined her like his own mother, although he could not remember her.
"No, thank you. I best be off, it is late." he said to her, bowing slightly.
"Good night Hawke." he said to her, wanting to say her real name. It echoed in his head, Aria. It was trevinter for the dawn, it suited her somewhat.
"Good night Fenris, come round here for 8 tomorrow? We can collect Varric and be on our merry way!" she said, giggling due to the alcohol whilst her mother rolled her eyes and showed Fenris to the door and wished him good night.
As he walked in the night air he knew, for a fact that his night would be thinking of Hawke.