First off I'd like to say this one was actually kind of hard to write. Our brains see things so quickly sometimes and it was pretty hard to think of a storyline to match up with this scene. Also, I can't put a name to the genius who thought of this because it's been such a long time since I've heard it (& that really bothers me because this comparison is the best way to describe it) but I just want to point out this was not any genius on my part. Anyways, a while ago I heard someone compare Fenris' voice to that of "dark chocolate poured over rough gravel" or something along those lines and nearly died. Because that's SO what he sounds like. A bitter, dreamy, edgy, and sexy mess of an elf. I know this one is short but I just type em' up as they come to me. As always I hope you guys enjoy!

Edit/Update :03/30/13
I had someone tell me that Hatsepsut had done the voice comparison in one of their stories! As I said before it's been too long since I've first heard it for me to remember exactly but I want to give credit where it is due as much as possible. Just wanted to make sure I let you guys know, as well as thanking Fidgy for pointing it out for me. :) You guys are so awesome.

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As she looked up at the moon she realized she had no idea how late, or maybe how early it was. She pulled her cloak around her a bit tighter and let her feet carry her down the cool stone steps towards the chantry. It had been so long since she'd been outside, the cold wind that blew through her hair felt surprisingly refreshing.

Just how long had it been? It seemed like ages but honestly she wasn't completely sure. She had lost all track of time at one point and although she could guess when a new day had come or when night was falling by the movements of the mansions occupants, she'd never actually gained the exact time or day back. Not like she cared much, it didn't matter anymore. Nothing really did. She was alone, she finally had gotten what she wanted, but now she was alone. She never thought it would feel like this. Having no responsibility for anyone other then herself, not having to stick to the shadows in fear of Bethany getting them all caught, not remaining in a constant screaming match with Carver that would last for days, not having to go out and do any jobs unless she actually wanted to take them, not having her mother lecture her on how she was not living up to what she or everyone else expected her to be...

She'd spent so many nights asking the Maker to take her away from it all, to give her a new life or just let all the bullshit family drama stop. Now that she had all this, the feelings that came with it were so confusing she'd done everything in her power to make them go away. She vaguely remembered Aveline coming into the wine cellar, Maker only knows when that had happened, where she'd been sprawled out on a bed of empty barrels surrounded by some old glasses and wine bottles that had been tossed aside at some point, to yell at her to get up or to go do something that didn't involve "drowning herself in her grief." But Hawke had merely laughed at her, or giggled actually, uncontrollably for what felt like an hour. She couldn't remember Aveline leaving.

She hadn't thought about her companions in a long time actually, at least it felt like a long time. Varric had written to her plenty, begging her to write back. She never did. Aveline was the only one who came around and most of the time, according to Bodahn, Hawke was so passed sloshed she didn't even notice or couldn't be woken up to be informed of the Guard Captain's presence. Everyone except Argus had stayed away. That's how she had wanted it. She wanted to be alone, but didn't understand what that meant until it was too late. She was indeed drowning in the emptiness she felt.

She wondered how they all were. Those filthy abominations, the slutty pirate, the annoying chantry brother, that guard Aveline had been going on and on about, Fenris...

He had never come. Never wrote, never sent word... She couldn't really blame him though he was like that. She said she wanted to be alone, he would give her that. Of course he would. He always gave her what she needed.

She didn't even realize that she was well past the Chantry now, and walking towards the door of the only broken down mansion in the city.

By the time she reached the top of the stairs a few silent tears were already making their way down her face. Her feet seemed to be moving of their own accord and she could feel that hole in her chest that made it hard to breath. The fire place lit the room and it spilled into the hallway. She heard the chair screech across the floor and he almost met her at the door way. The surprise in his face was clear.

"Hawke?"

She let her eyes fall to the floor, her head turning down as they did. "It's late, were you out by yourself? That's not safe. Is something wrong? What happened?" He sounded a bit angry and...worried, all at once. That would have been comforting to her if she hadn't been trying to will herself to take a breath. In two steps with those long, lanky legs he was right in front of her. He gently put his fingers under her chin and willed her to look at him, rather then the cracks in the floor. His gauntlets were on, and she couldn't help but smile. He never took those damn things off. It felt a little bit easier to breathe then, gazing up at those striking green eyes that were filled with concern. It felt like it had been so long since she'd seen that. "Are you hurt?" His voice sounded bitter, like the sweets a merchant would sell, and the way he spoke was as rough as it always had been.

She just looked at him for a moment trying to figure out how to say everything she was feeling, to tell him everything that was wrong and how she had failed in so many unforgivable ways. But she couldn't and maybe he understood that. With a small nod he walked her over to her chair and when she settled into in he took a seat in his. Grabbing a wine bottle seemingly out of nowhere he took a long swig and he waited. He watched her watch him, and he waited.

After a few moments she heard her voice in her ears before she realized she was willing the words out of her mouth. "I just thought I'd bring you this. Varric sent it to me a few days ago, or a few weeks, I don't really remember." She removed the pouch from her belt and held it out towards him. With the hand that wasn't squeezing the wine bottle, he took it. Placing it in his lap he undid the tie and peered inside. Why did he look so confused?

"Hawke...what is all this for?" He sounded confused too.

"It's the rest of what we found in the Deep Roads. Varric sold those last few pieces I think. I wanted to bring it to you sooner, I'm sorry it took so long." She turned her gaze to the fire place. Was it hot in here or was it just her. Probably the latter. She reached up and wiped the tears that were drying on her cheeks, she had stopped crying but she was sure she looked an absolute mess.

"You came here, to give me a large amount of money, in the middle of the night, by yourself?" It sounded like more of a statement then a question so she just kept her gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "Hawke... Varric sent me my cut from those last few pieces a few weeks ago. You don't need to pay me again." He started tying up the pouch to hand it back to her when she nearly shouted "No!" He had jumped at the sudden out burst, but the look on his face was as calm and collected as ever. Serai however, could feel her eyes go big and the tears began pushing behind her eyes once more.

"That's Carver's cut. I don't want to keep it for myself. I can't keep it, I..." She just stared at him, the tears pushing at the back of her lids threatening to fall down her cheek at any second, and after a few moments he nodded but he didn't move. Finally there they went, the silent tears were flowing again and before she knew it she had stood up and carried herself back over to the door. "I'm sorry for coming so late, I could have had it delivered tomorrow, this was incredibly stupid and I shouldn't have disturbed you." Before she could get a foot out the door he was behind her and she felt his gauntlet on her shoulder.

"You don't need to leave. I'm here, Hawke." She stopped dead in her tracks, and he turned her to face him. Their eyes locked once more and before she knew it she was reaching for him. Her arms wound around his neck and her lips met his. One of his hands fell to her hips while the other twisted in the hair at the base of her neck, he pulled her closer and it was perfect. It wasn't harsh, it wasn't gentle, but it was comforting. It had been so long since she'd felt anything other then emptiness and the pain that came with it. But he felt warm, safe, secure, and strong. Everything she hadn't felt for a while now. They allowed themselves to get lost in each other for a few moments before he pulled his lips away from hers to take a breath. She let her head fall to his shoulder and held on tight. He just placed his arms around her waist and held her. She had missed him so much.