Fenris put his hand on Zevran's shoulder and smiled even though Zevran wouldn't look at him, he kept his hand there a moment longer before beginning to walk for the exit, with Zevran close behind him. As the two elves walked back to Fenris's mansion, Fenris stopped walking and looked back at Zevran. "Are you alright Zevran?" He asked.
The elf took a deep breath and flashed a smile. "Of course I'm alright," he managed, trying to look reassuring.
Fenris raised a brow. "You don't seem it." Fenris said concerned, walking over to Zevran.
Zevran frowned slightly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "Numb," he said after a moment. "I'm just numb." With a shrug, he began pacing in small circles. "My parents were both dead by the time I was born. I was raised in a whore house, bought by assassins. I lost many team mates, and I have killed many people. I know death. Death doesn't bother me anymore. It shouldn't. I'm fine."
Fenris wasn't expecting a back story but nodded his head. "Very well, I won't bother you further. Just know if you need to talk, I'm here to listen...I'll always be here." Fenris said with a smile and hug before continuing to walk home.
Zevran stared after him a moment, torn by indecision. Fenris had nearly reached the end of the street when the Antivan suddenly bolted after him, catching up to him at the corner. Zevran grabbed his friend's slender wrist, fingers brushing the marks on his palm. "Wait-" he started, staring at the ground rather than into his companion's face. "Wait. . . Please."
Fenris stopped turning towards Zevran. "Yes my friend?" He asked.
He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, and opened it again. "Can. . . May I stay with you awhile? I. . . I do not feel so alone when I am with you."
Fenris smiled putting his other hand on Zevran's shoulder. "Of course you can Zevran. Stay as long as you desire...because the truth is, its very boring and lonely being all by myself in that mansion and I enjoy your company." Fenris said sweetly before taking his hand off Zevran's shoulder.
"Come then, let us return to the mansion," Zevran smiled, feeling a little lighter. "Perhaps we will have some time to ourselves before Hawke returns." He slid his fingers down Fenris's hand, lightly tracing the edges of his gauntlets as he laced their fingers together.
Fenris smiled tightening his grip a little before they continued the walk home. Neither of them saw Hawke on the way home, when they got back to the mansion Hawke wasn't there. "It seems we are alone my friend." Fenris said with a slight smile.
"Yes we are," Zevran purred, running a finger down his friend's chest.
Fenris's smile became a smirk. "What shall we do I wonder." He said playfully.
"Indeed," the Antivan whispered, leaning in to breathe lightly against his lower lip, tantalizingly close.
Fenris got chills leaning in lightly kissing Zevran on the lips.
Zevran sighed, returning the kiss passionately. He tangled his fingers in the elf's soft hair, pulling him closer.
Fenris broke the kiss for air a moment before wrapping his arms around Zevran kissing him again, more passionately this time.
Zevran backed into the kitchen table, sitting on the edge so he could wrap his legs around Fenris's slender waist, never breaking the kiss.
Just as Fenris was about to carry Zevran upstairs someone knocked at the door. Fenris broke from the kiss looking at the door "You have got to be kidding me." Fenris said very annoyed and disappointed.
"She does have amazing timing," Zevran muttered, slowly unwrapping his legs and sliding to the floor.
Fenris sighed releasing Zevran walking to the door letting Hawke and Varric in. "Here you are," Varric said, chuckling. "Alright, Hawke has some news for you."
"What is it Hawke?" Fenris asked wearing his trademark scowl.
Hawke looked at Fenris then at Zevran. "Your both coming with me to crash the party, along with Varric here." Hawke said smiling, waiting to see some kind of reaction out of them.
Zevran smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, though the grin had a touch of fear to it. "Sounds like fun. When are we going?"
Hawke smiled. "We leave tonight." She said.
Fenris slightly smiled. Not his normal smile, a twisted, revenge filled smile.
Zevran touched his arm lightly, concerned. Fenris didn't pull away but the lyrium markings under his skin began to glow. "Even if Denarius isn't there, those magisters will die." He said glancing over at Zevran before looking back up at Hawke.
Hawke looked down at Fenris. "Easy there Fenris, we aren't just going to rush in, that would be suicide. Varric here has a plan." She said looking at Varric.
"Now hold on," Varric chided. "We can't just kick in the doors and start slaughtering people. Personal grudges aside, we have a mission."
Zevran frowned and tightened his grip on his friend's arm. "I'd like to keep my profile low if I can." He glanced to Hawke before pulling Fenris close to whisper in his ear. "I am an assassin. There are quiter ways. Trust me and I will help you, but please do not put any of us in danger."
Fenris sighed knowing his friend was right, the crazed smile disappeared from his face and his lyrium brands stopped glowing. "Very well." He whispered back, standing back up. "Well continue dwarf." He said.
"Hawke and I can get in. The Amell family still has a great amount of influence in Kirkwall. However, the two of present a problem. I suggest a disguise. Perhaps footmen or Hawke's personal servants." Fenris's scowl deepened but then faded. "I was already a body guard once, I suppose I could do it again." He said slightly annoyed.
Hawke slightly laughed. "What's so funny?" Fenris asked glaring at Hawke.
Hawke smiled. "Don't get me wrong I love the idea, but you are not going to be my bodyguard dressed like that, we need to hide your markings." She said. "And your tattoo is a problem elf," Varric said flatly, gesturing to Zevran. "It's pretty distinct."
"Alright," Zevran responded, rolling his eyes. "How do we fix my face?"
Hawke smiled grabbing the two elves pushing them out the door. "Alright you two, time to learn the wonders of make-up." She said laughing evily.
Fenris tried to escape Hawke's grasp. "No Hawke you can't be serious." Fenris said still trying to get away.
Hawke just continued to laugh dragging them to her house.
