So guys, these first few chapters are awkward, because so is Fenris at the begginning!
So, review them please!
next chapter is going to get reallllllllllllllllllllllly good!
I do not own bioware, but you know for a fact that if I did, Fenris would still be my slave... ;)
He sat up all night, wondering how she did it. How she made all the people that should hate each other group together and become friends, and yet he noticed that she brought out the best in people. He noticed how it was the first night ever that he had sat down in a tavern, not in the shadows and socialised, even if he did not speak properly and glared at the mages that were there. She was something different, her aura spoke loudly and made all around in lean in closer like some sort of love potion. It was fustrating and he didn't like the affection he had already given her, he had never been so full of worship for someone, Fenris told it how it was, and that's how it simply was to him.
And yet, could he trust her? Could he really trust her? Danarius would hunt him, everywhere he went. Could he rely on her to help him? Danarius would not stop and he would crush his heart. He had began to get into his hypnotic trances of hatred where he would sit bitterly for hours and hate everything when a knock at the door stopped him from even thinking, he panicked for a moment, grabbing his sword and then realising how idiotic he was being. Slavers would not knock. He walked down towards the door, and opened it to find no one there. A childish laugh, not yet reaching true laughter came out of the shadows, from up the ceiling, he looked up and she jumped down from one of the statues she had been hiding from. She was childish, and yet it did not irk him in the way it had when he had to listen to the blood mage speak for hours on end last night. It made him almost smile.
"I figured that since you're an elf, I can practice my stealth on you." she said, dusting herself off from the muck that had been gathering in the mansion for who knows how long. She smiled at him, her hair caught between her eyes that were glowing a vivid pink. He did not remember how to speak for a moment, so he grunted instead, she seemed comfortable with this, and skipped up the stairs, her hair falling down to her bottom and swinging as she moved in time with her hips. He grunted again, but thanked the maker grudgingly for the nice view.
She sat down in the seat opposite his own, as if she knew which one he would want to sit at. As soon as she sat down the fire seemed to light up more, the room seemed more cosy and he could smell the sweet aroma he had last night that was coming off of her like leaves in the falls, it soothed his anger, and everything he had become.
"So, what brings you here Hawke" he asked her, guarded that she had come alone as well.
"We're clearing the estate out today, in a few hours my brother will awaken, hungover as will the rest." she said, smiling at him.
"And you are not hungover?" he asked, curious that she seemed fine.
"No, I can control my alcohol thank you kind sir." she chimed at him, eyes glaring. She looked adorable when annoyed, her cheeks went a shallow pink, her lips pursed and her eyes would turn to small slits, and she sat there as small as a mouse but as brave as high dragon and glared at him!
"Hawke, do you think of this place as home now?" he asked her, curious. He had stopped running some time ago, and wondered what he was to do now he had stopped running, he realised that him and Hawke were similar in the way that they had both ran away from their homeland in fear.
"No." she said, bluntly looking into the fire.
He was shocked at the response, she looked into the fire her eyes shining a glorious and violent pink with the cold and hardness of a woman who had seen everything and was still very young. He began to be curious about her.
"Lothering is my home. I remember being a young girl, and playing in the fields with Bethany and Carver, I remember my father and his voice. But that is all I can remember, everything else seems like it has dissapeared because I have stayed here so long, the memories are dull, as if the Fereldan air kept them going. I miss it more than anything." she said, looking into the fire, her own eyes lit with memories. He wanted to know them, he wanted to sit with her and talk like this for ages, he shook the feeling off again.
"I see." he said, he wanted to be able to function properly in front of this woman, and yet at that comment her eyes sparkled and she smiled at him. At him, as if he were a normal man having a normal conversation with a normal woman.
"You know Fenris, that this is my home as well." she said to him, still smiling at him understanding.
"Why are your eyes that colour?" he said, he had been staring into them for a good five minutes whilst she had spoke, and he had decided they were the most beautiful eyes he had seen. He hated this creature, this warm fuzzy creature that had grown inside him and rebelled at his cold heart. He was curious about her.
"And that is one of my best kept secrets." she chimed, her eyes twinkling as if they knew they were being mentioned.
"You are a strange creature Hawke." he said, truthfully.
She nodded to him "As are you"
They sat in companionable silence for what seemed like seconds until Hawke stood up, with a grin on her face and said "Come on, they'll be waiting." she gestured towards the door and for some wierd reason he felt that he did not want to leave, he wanted to keep her here with him in this forgotten mansion forever.
They walked into the hanged man together, causing quite the stir. A few men wolf whistled at Hawke and she rolled her eyes, ignoring them and going straight to Varric's suite. He had thought he would have been the centre of attention, a knife ear walking into the bar, but they all seemed entranced by Hawke. Varric looked up, eyes twinkling and said "Good morning Hawke...Broody." he nodded towards Fenris, who cocked an eyebrow up as if to display distaste for the name. He had been given at pet name, just as Denarius had given him, he could feel his temper rising but quelled it thinking that it was not the same concept.
"And where is my brother?" Hawke asked, but a voice coming up the stairs confirmed he was here.
"Anders is coming with us as well." Carver said, disgruntled and looking very annoyed at the thought of the mage. This pleased Fenris, that her brother did not approve of Anders.
"The abomination is after the bird's heart, oh what a tale, the mage and the rogue!" Varric chortled, drinking his cup of steaming hot coffee. Carver looked at Hawke strangely then, but then laughed along with Varric. Fenris looked at the door opening and smelled the abomination before he could see him. He smelled like healing potions and elfroot. It did not comfort him that they had warned Fenris not to touch Anders. But he felt that if he wound him up enough that the monster within him would come out to play, and thus not killing Anders. He smiled at that, and Anders caught the smile and glared, coldly and then turned to smile at Hawke, glowingly and adoringly.
"Are we ready? Come on, let's go." she laughed, walking along with Anders to the exit.
He followed closely behind Hawke and Anders, along with Carver and Varric. Varric began to mock Carver and Carver began to irritate the dwarf back, he smiled and had a feeling that like himself, Carver was watching Hawke with the abomination.
"You know anytime you need a friend Hawke, or anything I am here at the clinic, you can come round whenever." Anders said, an underlining of other hopes in every word.
He had only met Hawke and yet he did not like Anders one bit.
"I'll be fine with just going to the hanged man if that's okay Anders, there's ale there and good friends." she replied back.
"Have you read some of the manifesto I've been writing, it's quite interesting." he said, steering her off the subject of rejecting him entirely. The abomination was clever, Fenris thought bitterly.
"I'm sorry, I've read a few chapters, but fell asleep, drunkness for you. Turns birds of prey into pigeons!" she laughed at him, and he laughed back, staring at how her eyes glowed. It was creepy, not right the way he looked at Hawke.
"So, you are from noble birthright!" the mage chortled at her, and she nodded and smiled. Fenris could never see Hawke as a snooty noble dressed proper always and marrying to a snooty noble also. He could see her doing this forever, adventuring and being with her friends.
They walked through to darktown, and Fenris truly saw what a squalor this place was. As they walked down an alley, they were approached by a gang of thieves, and swiftly took them out. Hawke was no where to be seen, hidden in the shadows and attacking them whilst taking advantage of being pratically invisable.
She had not resurfaced from the shadows a minute after the fight and they had started to get concerned. Fenris decided to search the shadows and in fustration he turned to the mage and shouted incredulously "Can you not sense her aura!"
The mage shook his head "I've never been able to, neither has any of the other mages we've encountered, she's pratically non existant when she does that" he smiled with pride after saying it and Fenris felt like hitting him. It was like she was already the abomination's possession!
He pricked his ears up, and heard a small giggle from the shadow on the right. He did not see her, but her bright pink eyes were shining to the point they had looked like rare gems stuck in the wall. She stepped out of the shadows smiling, and Varric applauded whilst she bowed.
She was an amazing rogue at the least.
They had traipsed through Hawke's mother's old home and killed every slaver inside, and Fenris had it still clear in his mind when they were sat in the Hanged man drinking and celebrating success on today's job's. She was like a viper, strong and fast, her eyes glowing and ready to fight. She had charged onto the slaver leader before Fenris or any of the others could get anywhere close, she was fast, powerful and something to be reckoned with. Fenris had a moment of pride when she turned to him, looking feral and exotic covered in blood matching the tips of her hair, eyes glowing. She did not smile at Anders who was trying to wipe the blood of his robes, but straight at him. It was beautiful, like a young child showing his parent the artwork he had done for the first time, but this was not Hawke's first time at killing and he should remember that well, he thought bitterly as she laughed and joked.
Merril was full of questions for Hawke, and so was Anders, they were all so curious about her, about what she was, what she had done today, her beliefs, everything about her. They all treasured her beyond belief, and even though she could protect herself they would no doubt throw their own lives into the pits of hell to save hers.
He bid them goodnight, and merely grunted at the mages. Anders asked to walk Hawke home and she had agreed, he remembered bitterly, as he walked into his mansion, the mage was winning over the exotic creature that he was slowly starting to care for. And then when he opened the mansion door, he smelt the wonderful exotic scent of Hawke.
He walked up the stairs, trying to act calm but not being able to not get his hopes up. But his heart fluttered when he saw her sat in the chair she had in the morning, he noticed her face was staring into the fire with rage, anger all caged inside, she looked like she could kill everything and anything with that stare. She turned when he walked closer, towards his own chair and noticed this was going to become a routine. He liked that idea.
"My own uncle sold us out. Typical."she said, sounding bitter.
"You were ranting for about ten minutes, from what I hear of Gamlen, it does not seem so suprising." Fenris said to her, looking at her trying not to act worried for her. He did not want to let his walls down for anyone, but she had snuck past two of them within a second of meeting her, he cared for her already but did not want to leer and become overexcited whenever he saw her like the other males did.
"Indeed. It does not, but mother seems happier, she has something to focus on, she hasn't had that since Bethany died." Hawke replied, much to his shock. She did not speak so openly about personal things, and then he realised. She was drunk.
It was silent then, Fenris wanted to ask her what happened but did not want to be so rude, he knew how angry he got when anyone asked him about his past or his markings.
But she continued to speak, her eyes seemingly glowing with the memory and the anger of it all.
"Carver and me went to ostagar, we were running from the blight and found mother and Bethany in the ruins of Lothering, we fought to get out of the place, we destroyed as many darkspawn as we could. Bethany would not leave mother's side, I told her to get out of the way, I was going to-" she paused for a moment "but the ogre came at her, it grabbed her with it's massive hands and slammed her skull into the floor she was dead in an instant, I killed the ogre and had to listen to my mother scream at me for what seemed forever, telling me I had been given these gifts to save others, and it was my fault she was dead. Carver was silent but I knew he agreed." she said, teary eyed at the memory, the fire making her eyes shine twice as bright, a tear fell down her cheek and Fenris leaned forward as if he was going to wipe it away, but he shook the feeling off.
"You have never spoken about this, have you Hawke?" he asked her, curious to know if he was the only one she deemed trustworthy. She looked at him, the fire glaring in her eyes and replied "no, I have not. I must go. I need air. Goodnight Fenris."
She stalked off, rage filling her every movement and Fenris began to wonder if him and Hawke were so different after all.