((Chapter heading is the taken from Over and Done by Deine Lakaien.))
Chapter 14
Dead and Frozen My Heart
Fenris had it easy. All he had to do was follow the rumours – and the information given by a reluctant dwarf. Those led to Redcliffe. Apparently, Dorian had made it his home for the past fortnight and had helped the local folk with a couple of things they'd never brought to the Inquisition. And since everyone knew he and Dorian were close, no-one hesitated to tell him where the mage was staying. Now he found himself in his room, overwhelmed with his scent, a half burnt robe flung over a chair making him worry. They hadn't handled this with anything even close to grace. Varric had talked to him after he'd chased Dorian away, had talked long and cautiously and had stirred something Fenris hadn't expected to feel. For the first time the dwarf had questioned if Dorian had truly betrayed him, had wanted a full account of how Fenris had gathered that, and had buried his face in his hands when he heard how little there was to it.
And now he thought about it, he realised how ridiculous it was. It had been so easy to obsess over something the mage might have done, to make it a reality in his head. It had been easy, and in a way, it had been less painful to convince himself that he'd lost the other man to the Imperium. And now … now it seemed he'd done what no-one had managed before: broken his heart.
A tattered leather-bound book sat on Dorian's bedside table. He opened a page close to the back. It was empty. A journal, then. A glance at one of the many pages Dorian had written on in his beautiful, neat hand, confirmed this. Fenris put it down hastily. He had to leave before he did more harm than he already had.