OK before i start this chapter contains a small scene from Selinis' past that is pretty graphic. It contains mention though nothing to descriptive of rape, and violence. I basically sat and thought about what the worst thing i could think of was if I was in Selinis' shoes.

If it makes you uncomfortable just skip the section i have marked and know it was bad- really bad.

Anyway you have been warned!

Bioware owns Thedas I just play in it!


The Wounded Coast, she read as she passed the sign. Of all the names they could have come up with, she thought as she followed the path overlooking the bay. She stopped when she found a tree just up from the path and decided to sit there as she sorted out her thoughts. She sighed once as she sat down then closed her eyes for a moment. "Maker what am I doing here?" she said softly as the wind picked up slightly, carrying wisps of her hair as they danced and stroked her cheek. Her eyes noted the clouds on the horizon, their color darker than the rest. A storm was coming; she noted as she pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "I should leave." She said a sob clawing its way up her throat. "I should have never stayed." She confessed, her eyes looking at the clouds as though they were a sign.

What are you doing Sel, she asked herself. Fenris is a friend that is all he wants. What did you expect? That he would stop loving Hawke because you showed up? She knew Hawke was having some issues with Justice, but if the worst should happen, would it be Hawke alone? Or would Fenris run to her side. The thought of it made her chest hurt. "I can't be here to see that." She said tears welling in her eyes. "I can't." She added as she laid her forehead against her knees.

Images of Fenris pulling the woman she had come to think of as a sister close were too much for her. Tears flowed down her pale cheeks as the images grew more and more passionate, Hawke pulling of Fenris's clothes as their mouths tried to devour each other.

Her sobs grew louder as she felt the wind pick up around her tossing her hair as though it was trying to play with her. Normally the elemental forces in the world gave her joy. It was the reason she had chosen to study elemental magic. Today however it was a burden.

"How could I have been so foolish? I am a mage! I am living in a house that I have no claim on. I have nothing, why would he-" she sobbed, her thoughts changing from the lovers to the last time she cried.

*This is the evil past scene with some content that may offend some people. If you are squeemish skip till the next bold note.*

The pain was unbearable, but she refused to cry, refused to give in. If she did, her master Michel would hurt her more. She looked up at the ceiling her eyes focusing on the design of the rich woodwork, noting the smooth lines. It was beautiful really, though what happened in her masters' chambers was anything but.

He had spread her on top of his pleasure table, her legs bent over the corners, her ankles tied to the legs to tightly, she had no doubt she was bleeding. Her arms were tied together behind her back so she was forced to lie on top of them, the rough rope poking into the tender flesh of her back. He had made sure she was uncomfortable as he had another servant pleasure him with her mouth next to her.

"No teeth, Slut!" he spat at the slave as he forced himself deeper into her mouth, as she gagged. With anger he pushed her away and pulled her up so that she looked at him in the eye.

Selinis turned her head to watch as her master shook the elven girl, her short red hair flying around her terrified face. It was his newest acquisition, Feyla, which he had purchased on his last trip to Tevinter. He was in the middle of her training, as he called it, and she was not performing up to his expectations. Selinis watched as he back handed the girl sending her flying several feet before she looked up at him, her green eyes almost feral.

How old was she? She would have asked if Michel had not gagged her, not that it would have done the young elf any good. He had purchased Selinis when she was six, the youngest of his toys. Though this girl was young, she was no older then twelve at the most. At least she had a chance at a life before Michel had gotten his claws into her.

"Now, service me or I will make sure there is not enough left of you for the dogs." Michel commanded as he took a step towards the terrified girl.

"NO!" she screamed as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. Selinis watched as the slave spit a mixture of blood and spit into Michels face in defiance.

"Bitch!" he said as he threw her against the huge chest in the corner where he kept his 'special tools'. With a fist full of her hair in his hands he bent her over the box and even though she struggled he had her. He had won, and now Feyla would suffer. Selinis had seen it before. The slave would defy him, followed by rape and when he had beaten and broken his new toy, the dogs would have their fill.

She had shed tears for Feyla, as Michel had taken her as well. The tears came freely, though she had become numb to what happened to her body. She watched as the dogs tore into the remains near her. Feyla was gone, and no one cared. No one would remember her. No one but me, Selinis said as she closed her eyes.

*Evil section is over you may proceed.*

Selinis remembered them all. It was one of the many sins she carried with her. Michel would never harm her to the point of disfiguring her. She was a trophy. But the others were a different story. He would use them to punish her, hurting them in front of her, thus keeping her in line, and keeping her alone. The other slaves thought she was given special treatment, so they hated her for it.

"Selinis?" she heard as the tears came anew. She recognised the voice as Fenris, the one person she didn't want to see, but the one she needed. "What's wrong, Orlais?" he said his deep voice soft as he used her nickname.

"N-nothing, Fenris." She said trying to calm down, her face pressing against her knees.

Fenris took a seat beside her and sat there for a moment, before letting himself go. He would listen to the voice in his mind telling him to take her into his arms and comfort her, tell her it would be alright, maybe even tell her how he felt. His first worry was why she was crying. "Come here, Orlais." He purred as he wrapped his arm around her waist and placed his over hand under her chin so he could turn her to look at him.

Her eyes were red with tears as she looked at him for a moment before burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arms around him. He had seen her upset before, but never heard of her crying. Even Anders had commented on it once at the Hanged Man. Selinis never cried, that's why they called her the Ice Queen. He sighed and pulled her close, his chin resting on her white hair. "I am here now, Selinis. I won't let anyone hurt you again. I swear it."

Listening to his promise made her pull away from him and look up at him, a strange look of disbelief on her face. Did he understand what he was promising her? "Fen-"

Fenris didn't wait for her to speak before he did what the voice commanded and leaned into her face, his lips capturing hers in a kiss.

She stiffened, briefly, as she felt his lips on hers, catching the breathy little moan that escaped as one hand moved and fisted in her hair. He pulled her into his lap, running his tongue over her lips, pressing beyond and sinking into the dark velvet of her mouth as she shuddered against him. Her fingers bit into his shoulders pulling them closer as his tongue dipped into her deep and hard, the kiss so full of need and desire it made her heart pound in her chest. His fisted hand tightened in her hair as he tilted his head, his mouth able to probe even deeper into her. Her body pressed against him even harder, as he drank her in, their tongues dancing to some exotic beat only they could hear. His lips soft but firm, parted for the rush of his breath as he gasped for much needed air. Then it ended as they stared at each other looks of awe on both their faces.

They sat together, her legs on either side of his hips as she sat in his lap, her forehead resting against his as they fought to catch their breath. It felt as though time stopped, or nothing else mattered but the two of them. They were in shock of what they had done, but it felt so right they leaned in to each other again for another kiss that mirrored the passion of their first, though their need grew with each moment they touched. They separated again, their need for air winning out over their need for each other, their eyes locked on each other.

"Fenris, I-" She breathed, her lips parted

"I should have done this weeks ago, Orlais." Fenris said his voice sounding more like a growl to her.

"Yes, you should have, Tevinter." She said as she have him a soft kiss on his lips and left a trail of more kisses as she moved towards his right ear. "I am happy you finally did." She breathed into his ear before her tongue snaked out to lick his earlobe.

"As am I." He growled as he pulled her back so he could look into her eyes, before falling back into another kiss.