Brightly, I smile as I linger in Cullen's office after our heated debate, my mind still reeling in the adrenaline from the kissing and such only then for the sour scouts to come in and ruin the mood. Curious, I decide to eavesdrop on Cullen's conversation hoping if I can help in anyway.
"Make sure to give this to Fennic am I understood?" Cullen instructs the scout.
"Wine sir?" The scout I recognise as Meredith questions puzzled.
"Maker knows what the hanged man serves; make sure it's from me, an apology for my…actions prior…" Sheepishly, Cullen turns away.
"Yes sir will that be all?" Meredith enquires.
"No…Make sure to ask her of Cole's strange behaviour…" Cullen requests.
"Cole sir?" Meredith frowns puzzled noting the other scouts looking lost by the name.
"Oh never mind she'll know what I'm talking about…" Cullen dismisses waving her off.
"Yes sir," Obediently, the scout nods and leaves as I notice the stress in Cullen beginning to focus on the task at hand, taking that as my cue to leave, I do and depart from the busy male.
Curious, I walk up the stone steps of the staircase, opening the door creaking open ringing in my ears as I enter, my eyes widening as my ears hear the sound of arguing as I enter to find Fennic sat, leaning back on a ruby red fainting sofa with golden rims around it, leaning against the pillow of the sofa, casually leaning against it, looking up at the ceiling as frantically Fenris stands, roughly looking though her numerous documents and letters of pages, waay to fast. Going over the papers in his hands, scowling, I approach, not sure what to do from the tense atmosphere conflicting with the laid back tension from Fen.
"Honestly, why do you have all these papers, there useless to you?" Fenris frowns at Fennic as I frown puzzled by his words.
"Cause they make good airplanes or boats, Varric and I had a race once, I forget who won, what else can I do when they shove this stuff onto my desk," Fennic smirks laid back on her sofa, enjoying the relaxation as I approach, my eyebrow raised at her words and smiling softly when spotting a drawn picture of I'm guessing Fenris and Fennic, with Hawke, the trio holding hands with Robin in the middle joyous.
"And they make good drawing appear," Fenris remarks drily smiling softly at the held up drawing of the family.
"Hey Robin wasn't complaining," Fennic argues.
"That's because she didn't notice the death threat!" Fenris huffs.
"You'd think she'd see the bright red bold blood," Fennic points out.
"Shouldn't you be more worried about this death threat?" Fenris points out worriedly, annoyed by his sister's surprisingly lax nature.
"Eh….not really…" Lazily, Fennic waves him off.
"You could have an assassin on you," Fenris argues.
"Leliana will handle it…" Fennic dismisses casually as I decide to approach.
"Um…Guys…" I begin nervously smiling at Fennic turns to frown at me.
"One minute," Fennic huffs as blinking I nod.
"Huh? Okay…" Awkwardly, I shuffle back not sure what to say as I see Fenris frown at me and huff.
"No what she means is…" Fenris sigh noting my still silence.
"Couldn't you have just waited one minute?" Fennic complains.
"For what?" I frown puzzled by her furrowed brow.
"For you not to kiss," Fennic scowls, turning to me, irritation evident in her features.
"Why!?" I frown baffled, I spent days, months, weeks trying to gather my courage to confess and here she is, telling me off for it!?
"So I would have won, I've lost to that kaffas and he's been boasting about it all day, couldn't you have just I don't know tripped been your clumsy normal self so I would have won that bottle…" Grumbling, Fennic huffs, plopping herself back on her sofa, arms crossed pouting almost.
You're mad at me for being confident for having finally confessed to the guy I've like for months now, all because you lost a bet?" Slowly, I blink trying to use the logic she had only to scowl at the selfishness of the elf.
"I lost my Sun Blonde Vint-1!" Fen glowers at me as I huff arms raised in surrender baffled by her reasoning…
"Mam, here's your latest report about Cullen," Meredith appears, folder in hand as Fennic simply passes it to Fenris, much to the confusion of myself but Meredith seems adjusted to it, not questioning the top secret files being given to an outsider.
"Thank you Meredith," Fennic thanks her as Fenris simply nods his gratitude to her which she returns with a simple bow of the head.
"Report?" I question.
"Well I do have to keep an eye on him though it's your job now mainly…at least I'm more subtle than Cass," Smugly, Fennic boasts.
"What do you do?" I ask intrigued.
"Where's the fun in spoiling it?" Playfully, she smirks.
"I promise I won't tell," I swear as she sighs.
"Well let's just say there are extra eyes in the troops and his scouts, more than he knows..." Self-assuredly, Fennic praises.
"I see…hey what do you think of the others, advisors included?" I question eager.
"Seriously? Um…I don't really know, Cassandra is alright, we both get the job done and teasing her about her love of Varric's books is hilarious, Varric is…still as chopsy as ever though I do worry. He is out of his depth and isn't taking it as well as I, so I make sure to keep an eye on him…" Fennic begins struggling as Fenris shrugs, simply invested in the files given to him.
"How do you know that?" I wonder.
"Eve I've known Varric for years, you tend to pick up on when he's nervous, especially during a bar fight and when he owes someone money. But um…Blackwall and I get along well, He and I often have a drink together, the same with Sera, I find her pranks hilarious, see her as a little sister to be honest, she always wants to talk to me, although many look down on her for her views and her attitude to things, you'd be surprised by how deep she can talk, it's fascinating and the same with Bull, glad to meet someone who doesn't judge my sex life unlike a certain prick apostate…" Bitterly, Fennic turns away and the conversation falters, fearful of her response.
"Madam Vivienne I gather," I recall, remembering the high tension between both women with Fen's threat of fisting her with lyrium to shut her up.
"Yeah that bitch, we've never gotten along and never will. I don't even know why we have here with us, we got enough mages as it is…" Growling, Fennic huffs arms crossed in annoyance at the mention of the mage.
"What of Dorian? I know you weren't fond of him at the start," I ask uneasy, hoping for a confirmation, I mean at first she detested him but over these months, especially after Dorian's meeting with his dad, she seemed to soften around him and he seemed to be more comfortable around her, I mean at the ball, they were chuckling and gossiping together.
"That's an understatement of the dragon, but um…at first, I wanted to slay him on sight, punch him, kick him, torment him but then he sorta rubbed off on me, we have…similarities of sorts but not all. I rather his company than Vivienne's, don't tell him that though, he would let that hang over me for decades…" Fennic complains as I notice Fennic bowing her head to her brother, nodding then leaving most likely to tend to Robin.
"What of…Solas?" I question, nervously finally getting to the mystery man, relieved the protective big brother is gone to speak freely.
"And here it comes, you know you could have just asked dint need to hide behind the bushes…" Fennic deadpans as I sweat drop nervously smiling and releasing a small timid chuckle of nerves.
"Yeah well…" I begin scratching the back of my neck.
"He's a self-righteous, arrogant smart ass abomination!" Fennic begins harshly making me flinch from the rude description of Solas.
"Oh…" I bow my head disappointed.
"But…he's good at what he does and is smart, he knows what he's doing and he also is quite the sly flirt. I've had many try but his attempts are new…" Sighing, Fennic eases up.
"Really? But he's…" I trial off recalling his...features.
"Old? Eh….I don't really care for age differences besides I don't look for looks, it's simply personality…he sees things as I do…" Fennic shrugs calmly.
"Sees what?" I query.
"Well the elven beliefs for one thing, it's rare to see someone who believes both Templar and mages are at fault as well as the disbelief of the elven gods…it's refreshing…" Fennic shrugs.
"So you like him…" I smile hopeful as Fennic frowns.
"…It's complicated but don't presume that I will chase after him, his pride will no doubt swell at the thought," She warns my eager excitement.
"So what? You're just going to leave…" I huff frowning at the thought of my friend longing for someone.
"Not leave, simply wait for the fleeting feeling to fade," Casually she shrugs as I frown at the thought of holding in those strong emotions.
"And if they don't?" I question worried about her casual tone for something so hard to pull off.
"They always do. I find it easy to ignore then act on my feelings…a gift I have cherished well…" Fennic shrugs casually once more bringing unease to me.
"Right…I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing…" I confess sighing.
"Cole on the other hand…he means well I understand that but…" Fennic turns away.
"I see you've been gvein the task of keeping an eye on him," Lightly, I smile.
"I suppose so. He's like a child, someone has to look after him, I just don't understand…" Fen huffs.
"Understand what?" I question.
"Well for one why me? But mainly, why do people forget him? I can never forget Cole, it puzzles me when they ask what he looks like or who he is, I feel almost pained for the poor boy, he's only trying to help even if it hurts more in the end," Bitterly, Fennic turns away as I smile at the genuine warmth in her tone towards Cole, reminds me of a mother and son.
"What about the advisors?" I change topic.
"Curly…is the same as always, a nervous wreck honestly, here I hoped that when rebelling he would be more…confident than, still as nervous as a virgin as ever. Hopefully you two can be more interesting than some shy sheep prior," Fennic responds.
"Did you know him well in Kirkwall?" I ask intrigued over her view on Cullen.
"Not really, he was just there, never stood out to me, was too plain, too boring…too humany, he looked ugly back then," She grimaces as I frown, he is adorable…not ugly.
"Ugly?" I question puzzled by her words for his handsome features.
"Yeah his hair urgh…glad to see he's changed the hairstyle now but yeah, you can see change," She dismisses.
"How come?" I wonder.
"He's dating you, last I heard him speak of mages he said and I quote "mages cannot be treated like people. They are not like you and me!" Fen repeats making my eyes widen in slight fear.
"He …said that?" Worriedly, I take a step back fearful.
"Oh relax, he isn't like that anymore I mean he's dating you and besides he said that right in front of Hawke, it was hilarious!" Fennic waves me off as I furrow my brow fearful.
"I forget your humour can be quite…peculiar," I trial not sure what word to describe it.
"Eh, it's something...but Josephine, she…I don't know what to make of her, a part of me doesn't trust her," Fen huffs.
"Wh? She's so nice" I frown puzzled.
"That's the issue she's too nice too happy all the time it's annoying and makes me distrust her, at least with Leliana you know she wants you dead that girl I don't know, besides the way she's treating Blackwall with the whole I can't love you thing is stupid," Fen complains as I frown.
"I think it's cute," I huff arms crossed.
"You think it's cute for a man to long for a woman who doesn't want him due to something so stupid as status. It's painful for the poor guy. I mean it's due to status just say to his face you don't like him, it's that simple," Fennic huffs disappointment laced in her tone as I frown not considering it like that.
"It's an Orlesian thing," Feebly, I argue.
"It's a stupid thing…" Sternly, she frowns at me as I bow my head understanding her point.
"But now all I got is Leliana…she's the advisor I can stand, I suppose…" Fennic begins.
"I thought it would be Cullen," I furrow my brow, they've known each other the longest out of the advisors.
"Nah he never stood out to me but she did. I met her prior to all this, revolutionists, I believe, my brother wasn't fond of her but I found it intriguing, also her love of nugs and fashion…" Fen shrugs.
"I never picture you as a fashionista," Lightly, I tease.
"I'm not one, I simply enjoy bits and pieces, you tend to learn the joys of fashion when being dragged to numerous hat shops and such…." Fen grumbles.
"I see," I shake my head and turning my back to leave the elf to her musings…