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Fenris
When Hawke came to his mansion he almost thought she had come about last night. Varric could have told her she stayed with him for those oh-so-short hours. But she didn't even make eye contact as she gently called his name. Soft enough so no one else would hear but loud enough for him to pick up. He had come down dressed in full armor. You could never be too sure, especially with Mages. But she simply nodded and asked him to come with her.
A mission, he decided.
As he walked he noticed she stared ahead. Not down as if ashamed to be seen with him in Hightown. And not up as if she were his Master. Just straight, knowing where she was to go and knowing where to go to get there. He admired her for that. Since he walked behind her and just off to the side he could look at her without her knowledge. He gazed.
She was about an inch shorter than he, with long slender arms covered in the thick blue robes. Her staff was strapped to her back. The glistening metal caught the sunlight and sent small reflections of light along her back. Her waist wasn't as small as Isabela's, but she did have a figure he supposed. Her hips were child bearing and didn't sway with every step. She was too focused and knew she traveled with men who followed behind her. But he silently wondered if she ever swayed her hips when traveling with Avaline, Merill, and Isabela. Her legs seemed long, but he only sees her in long robes, so his gazing stopped there. His eyes traveled back to her hair again. He fought the urge to run his fingers through it. That thick, glossy hair which was always so clean and smelled of soap.
"So, will you help me?" He saw her head turn as she waited for his answer. Fenris just noticed she has been talking. He didn't ask her to repeat, those last five words were all he needed.
"Lead on." He gave a curt nod. He saw her smile as she turned back to where she was walking, narrowly avoiding a barrel. He chuckled and saw her ears turn a slight pink. As they approached the Hanged Man, he noticed a small rectangular bulge in the side of her robe. Fenris was curious but decided not to pry.
Hawke
She was happy he had agreed. But she made a mental note to hit herself later for the way she dragged on. It was as if she was trying to scare him off! Did she really have to mention the Dark Spawn? Or the rumors of Dragons? Or her stupidly saying if he went she'd give him a present! She didn't even know what he liked.
Sighing, she thought maybe, since he spoke so clearly, the book she found would be appreciated.
Hawke pushed the door open at the Hanged man and walked in, Fenris at her heels. There was just….something…about him being near her. She wanted to just run over and hug him for no reason other than to maybe feel his chest against her. A blush started to form but she willed it away as they approached Varric and Isabela.
"Hawke!" He clapped happily and the small band of drunks around him disbanded. He was probably telling stories, but no one would listen to stories about a nobody. The barmaid came over and quickly filled two cups for her and Fenris. Isabela laughed as Hawke pushed hers away, recalling her hangover…
"S'matter sweet heart, too early for a drink?" She teased. Hawke noticed Varric giving Fenris a wink. Must be something about Isabela.
"Yes, yes it is. I swear I'll never drink again in fact." She rubbed her slightly throbbing temples.
"Then next time can I have your share?" Wiggling her eyebrows as she took Hawke's lonely glass.
"Mmm. Actually, I came to talk to you two," Hawke drew her pouch from her robes and handed it to Varric.
"Already? Damn, heavy." He peeked inside "Well, then I do believe we're in business. Let's go talk to Bartrand. After a drink, of course." He winked.
"I said no-" Hawke was cut off as Fenris put a cup in her hand. She sighed and took a sip, happily realizing it was water. When had he….?
"Oh so if it's from him you'll drink it," Isabela said in mock offence. They all laughed and Hawke had to admit she liked Fenris.
Fenris's laugh, she meant. His laugh was nice.
Fenris
Ah, so she had been asking for his help at the Deep Roads. He smiled, happy these two were along. It meant no room for that abomination.
But he couldn't help but notice her wince at every shrill giggle the pirate made or at anything loud Varric voiced. She must be feeling ill. Varric wasn't joking about her getting a hangover. While they joked and spoke of the upcoming expedition, he secretly switched his ale with a glass of water a waitress was carrying. She hadn't noticed and continued walking toward the bar.
Hawke had tried to decline another drink but accepted his. Even before she knew it was water. This made him wonder but he dismissed it. Let Varric and Isabela think it was alcohol, they'd feel better. And if they laughed anymore it looked like Hawke would just hit her head on the table. He noticed her grateful little smile behind the cup.
"So, you taking Broody or Blondie?" Asked the dwarf. He arched his brow.
"'Broody?'"
"Your Broody elf, accept it." Varric winked yet again. He was starting to think maybe it was a disability rather than an attempt to make him think of Hawke.
"I asked Fenris to join us, but you should ask as well. And Anders wouldn't want to go anyway." That made his heart sink a little. He hadn't even known how closely he had been listening to her voice.
"Oh please sugar, if you asked him he'd go in a heartbeat. That boy is smitten with you." Isabela tossed her hair over her shoulder as if it were nothing. Fenris felt a stab of anger toward the mage in question. He glanced at Hawke to see her reaction to the news.
She only shrugged.
No blush, no covering her eyes, no prolonged drinks of her water.
Just a shrug.
Why did that make him so happy?
On an unrelated note, I know my chapters are getting shorter but I'm starting to run out of ideas. Feel free to put your impute in your reviews ;)
