Groaning, I scowl at the harsh painful thud echoing in my mind like a tremor from an earthquake, is this how logs feel when they are cut in half? I wonder curious, grimacing and wincing only then to feel a sudden burning acidic lumpy liquid crawl up my throat. Pained, I grimace from the acidic sensation burning, stinging the insides of my throat as quickly, I dash to the toilet slamming open the door, ignoring the crash of the heavy hinges of iron to instead collapse to my shaky, wobbling, boiling knees, aching from my raw muscles as I dive my head into the toilet, puking out, disgusted but familiar to the lumps and spew vomiting out of my throat, over and over, faintly hearing the crack of glass, wincing as I hear the faint crash of glass, noting the shards littered all over the floor, frowning as I shudder from the stinging pain all over my littered body.
Eventually, the vomiting ceases as I take in a few wobbly breathes, repulsed as I note splatters of salvia with hints of my vomit drooling down my parted lips, flinching from the raw harsh pain in my throat. Shakily, I manage to regain some footing, taking in a few rickety breathes as I try to focus, only then for my eyes to widen feeling my muscles tense up as my ears twitch at the sound of rolling bottles, making me turn frantic, marks glowing sorely I wince from the burning pain as I turn. Glaring only for my eyes to widen when feeling a firm hand on my back, softly brush their fingertips through my white locks as I reel my fist back to punch, I falter when hearing the familiar Antivan accent.
"I hope you don't mind me swooping in," The Antivan voce greets me as I feel my muscles relax and scowl at the smug voice.
"I swear Zevran anymore crow puns and I will vomit on you…" I groan as he chuckles, softly.
"Your marks are still as beautiful as last," Gently, he coaxes attempting to reach out to get my arm only to see me reel back, flinching and scowling as he sighs, smiling sadly, a air of disappointment around him.
"Still won't let me touch your ask Fennic?" Jokingly, Zevran tightly smiles.
"I much prefer tattoos than this," I grumble as Zevran chuckles.
"You'd look great with a tattoo, perhaps matching mine, we could be twinsies then," Excitedly, Zevran gushes making me roll my eyes.
"Sorry, but I already have someone in that role," Jestingly, I bring up.
"Yes well…" He huffs pouting as I roll my eyes at the dummy who continue tending to the room, trying to clean it up, noting the numerous splatters of crimson marking the wall and orange vomit staining the duvet, yeah the inn keeper isn't going to be too pleased…
"Hah, hah, you're still as humorous as ever even in these circumstances, though I prefer not to have vomit on me…" Teasingly, he smirks.
"Please tell me we didn't sleep together," I groan horrified at the thought.
"Sadly, no, you were too busy drinking and slurring about all sorts. It was cute," Zevran compliments.
"Go to hell Zevran…" I huff only then to frown flinching at Zevran's arms around my waist, nuzzling in my side.
"Zevran," Warningly, I growl at the clingy ass.
"Is that really such a tone you'd use with your partner?" Mischievously, he smiles as I scowl at the ass.
"Zev we're not partners, we're not in a relationship." I correct him, just cause we were sex friends doesn't mean we were in any sort of relationship.
"Ah yes but one can dream no…" Cheekily, he winks only to see my sharp glare.
"No, no you can't." I huff.
"As cold as the winter I see…" Grumbling I sigh allowing Zevran to hug me, knowing of his…past though I never asked he for some reason opened up to me.
"You're my friend first, sex friend maybe later. You…seem troubled; perhaps this will take this off your mind?" Zevran states, my brow raised at the seriousness in his tone as he takes out a familiar cigarette.
"No, Zevran I don't…I don't do that anymore," Weakly, I turn away as he frowns, surprised as I sigh, remembering Varric's heartbroken face when seeing me smoke back in Kirkwall, his attempts at getting me to stop I had no idea why, I had no idea as I shouted at him, screaming at him heck even beating him until he told me the truth about his mum and I just…I couldn't. Kirkwall was bad time for me I needed an escape and this shit helped, I sigh at the memory of Zevran and I after…that, we would smoke, being drifted off into a land without the nagging voices, it helped stop the voices, muffle down the truth.
"Maybe never…" I mutter as Zevran gently helps me up as I wipe away with the stream of salvia from my lips as Zevran helps steady me.
"You never said that before," Zevran winks as I playfully push him back, hearing the faint crack of glass noting numerous shards littered all over as I plant myself on the bed.
"I was young and stupid." I remind him sharply.
"So cruel…but still to see my fiend in such a drunken state like that, I hadn't seen in quite a while I couldn't leave a drunken beauty such as yourself alone…" He compliments.
"If only…." I smirk.
"Now then, come we should get you ready, I've already sent word to Leliana of your whereabouts…" Zevran reveals making my eyes widen and release a groan, my privacy long gone.
"Why!?" I demand from him annoyed.
"Because you have a job to do," Firmly, he reminds me.
"How do you know this?" I ask curious.
"I have my ways…ways in which you could easily join me," He offers as I release another loud annoyed groan rolling my eyes at yet another proposition from the fool.
"This again?" I complain out loud.
"I'm just saying if you take me on my offer, we could take over Thedas, defeat the crows and…" He trials off when noting my dishevelled state, attempting to pluck out pieces of glasses from my arms and feet, ignoring the simple stinging pain of plucking them out.
"Yes, yes can we talk about this when I'm not feeling like I'm being body slammed by an ogre every second," I wave him off.
"Alright," He sighs, standing up as after changing and Zevran paying we head to Skyhold…shivering, I scowl, arms crossed at the familiar icy chill of the wind nipping at my skin as we approach the mountain side castle. I note Zevran's beaming grin, eager to see Leliana again and perhaps Morrigan as I trial behind him, not sharing his enthusiasm of returning, instead focusing on other aspects in my mind.
"Look Zev, you need to know. Things have…changed," I stop in my steps and Zevran stops looking confused.
"Changed?" He frowns puzzled.
"I…" Awkwardly, I look away not sure how to tell him of recent…'developments.'
"Fennic!"Shocked, I feel my body tense as automatically, I grab hold of the attacker's wrist, twisting the assailant making them cry out in pain and fall to their knees.
"Inquisitor!" My eyes widen as I look down at the pained girl, groaning.
"Again seriously?" She huffs.
"Hey at least it was something new," I shrug casually.
"Fennic. You're back! You're really back!" Joyous, Eve gushes.
"Seems so…" I mutter.
"Fennic who is your beautiful friend?" Zevran questions me as I raise a brow at his giggling brow.
"Zev this is Eve, the inquisitor," I introduce them to one another as cheekily, Zevran takes the offered hand of Eve and press his lips on her hand, making her eyed widen and a blush to form on her features.
"Ah so you are the inquisitor, I had heard legends but seeing the real you, the tales do you no justice for your beauty," Smugly, Zevran praises.
"R-really?" Eve stutters ruby red.
"Focus Zev." I remind him sternly.
"Fine, fine," He pouts.
"Wait…Zevran as in…" Eve's eyes widen as I groan, preparing for the armada of questions to come.
"Hero of Fereldan yes," Zevran smugly smiles.
"How do you know so many influential people!?" Eve gawks at me.
"She sleeps with the right people," Boldly, Zev winks placing his arm around my shoulder as Eve gawks in shock, ruby red.
"Sl-slept around!?" Eve gasps.
"Oh shut up, you little kaffas," I curse snatching Zevran's hand, twisting it making him cry out in agony as I place my foot on his shoulder pinning him down and increasing my tightness on him, scowling.
"Oh my, who is this Solas? To think someone could tame the wild Fox he must be quite the man," Grimacing, Zevran smiles as I shove him to the floor, feeling nothing but irritation.
"That would be me…" Surprised, my eyes widen at the calm and composed voice of Solas, however I furrow my brow at the hidden tone laced with annoyance towards Zev.
"Solas," I begin calmly, I need to explain to him, that….
"A mage? I see you and your brother have a type," Zev teases lightly as I curse at the dumb ass.
"Shut up," I snap trying to silence him.
"And this is…?" Solas frowns gesturing to look down at the smirking Zev.
"Zevran, companion to the hero of Fereldan," Zev boasts.
"Ah another tag along…" Solas mutters bored.
"Solas," Sternly, I frown at the hidden hostility that no one seems to notice.
"Hahah, it's such an honour to meet you please, I'm sure Leliana and Morrigan will be pleased to see you" Eve smiles.
"Morrigan's here too!? I must see the kid, but I must say. Solas You have fascinating eyes, my friend." Warmly, Zevran smiles excitedly, trying to be friendly.
"And you have a tongue that wags on both ends," Solas frowns.
"Ah! Now that is a new one. I shall have to remember it," Zevran smirks as I sigh, shaking my head at the tension rising while the others are unaware…oh boy.
Sighing, I watch as Zevran gushes over Kieran and greeting Morrigan who seems less than amused to see him while with Leliana is the exact opposite. Happily, Leliana hugs him…wow its weird, blinking I watch the strange contrasting reunions as Eve goes off on my ear about who knows what, until…noting the guys, Bull training with Blackwall.
"Welcome back Fox," Bull greets me.
"About time you showed up, you got yourself sorted out?" Blackwall asks, looking concerned as I sigh, sitting down next to them, watching their shield bashing cease as Blackwall draws his sword, sitting down to sharpen it, getting out a flint from his pocket to focus on sharpening the blade while exhausted, Bull leans against the wall, taking a break.
"I think she got more than sorted out," Brazenly, Bull winks as I groan head down.
"Bull…" I growl warningly at the smug male.
"Hey nothing wrong we in the Qun use…" Bull begins only to trial off from my sharp glare.
"No. Bull, I mean it. None of that happened," I state the fact clearly, recalling my clothed form when waking up.
"Right…you feeling the tension or is it just me?" Uneasily, Blackwall asks leaning in, a low voice as we glance at the group, seeing Eve question the tired tightened smile of Zevran while Solas is lingering, talking to Cole as I note him sometimes sparing a glance in my direction as I sit on the log nearby, legs spread my head bowed down in exhaustion. Awkwardly, I rub my neck, feeling my tense neck, aching my muscles groan, feeling the storm brewing.
"If you mean from Solas then yeah at least with Zev he's trying to be friendly, it's weird Solas being…" I trail off, struggling with the word.
"Jealous?" Bull answers.
"Yeah, I feel like I need to talk to him about it that's what people do right, Hawke mentioned talking…" I trial off, not sure what to do as I turn to the guys, looming over me both their arms crossed and brows furrowed in deep thought and contemplation.
"Yeah but thing is where do you stand with Solas? From what I've seen you two…have no clue. Solas wants more than you're giving him and this whole leaving and coming back with another guy isn't helping," Bull points out.
"Sometimes I forget you were a spy," I grumble in defeat, head down not sure what to say or do.
"You should talk to him, clear the air," Blackwall states.
"You think?" I sigh uncertain.
"Its best to rip the band aid off then let the issue linger." Bull agrees.
"Oi Fennic!" Suddenly, the angered voice of Sera approaches, making me raise a brow as I stand up.
"Oh hey Se-Kaffas!" Horrified, I screech back as I feel the sharp jab to my nose, pushing me back as I grab my nose, feeling the heavy warm liquid flow down as well as my ears burning, groaning from the harsh impact of my back to the ground and hearing frantic footsteps as I release a weak groan.
"Yeah….should have told ya…Sera wanted to see you," Awkwardly, Blackwall mutters.
"Really? What gave you that idea!?" Cursing, I release a small curse cradling my sore, throbbing nose feeling a familiar liquid gush down as Sera flees after being punched in the face…
"What did I do!?" Hissing, I curse as I sit on the sofa; Solas gently by my side tending to my bloodied nose as quietly, the small pitter patter of people above going by their daily lives lingers in my ears.
"Why did she do that? She says she misses you and then does that?" Eve questions puzzled.
"No idea, the girl had no idea the damage she could have done," Solas scowls as I feel a familiar warmth flow through my features as Solas gently tends to my features, softly wiping away the blood stains and gently shushing me as I hiss every now and again.
"Look…I got to head out soon. I'll leave you to it, besides I got to ask Zevran some questions," Excited, Eve smiles making me frown puzzled as she practically drags Zevran out, leaving us alone…
"So…any clue on Sera's motive?" I begin curious.
"We both now that is child is reckless and unpredictable," Snidely, Solas remarks.
"She means well, she doesn't have a firm grasp on her emotions…" I defend her calmly.
"So…where did you go?" Solas questions as I feel the tension rise between us.
"Solas…I didn't…" I begin wanting to clear the air.
"Didn't what? I don't care what you do," Coldly, he scoffs as I frown, not liking his attitude.
"Solas, let me speak. Zevran and I didn't do…" I try to clarify.
"Then why did you two come back?" He demands, fury in his calm speech.
"He had wanted to see Morrigan and Leliana again," Partly, I lie, not bringing up the mission I had for him, speaking of, I need to ask for a report.
"He seemed awfully fond of you," Snippily, Solas remarks.
"Oh for…look yes we did sleep together. That was it though purely physical, that was years ago Solas, it's in the past. Shock horror people have needs and sometimes in a world, where every movement could be your last you tend to want to do some things…" I explain to him scowling.
"You never mentioned him," Solas mutters.
"Why should I? You never asked and why should I tell you who I sleep with? You hardly tell me anything of your past and when I do ask, you talk about the fade. There's more to you than just the fade Solas," I argue.
You're right why should I ask you of that!?" Angered, Solas raises his voice sarcasm evident in his bitter tone, standing up.
"No. you don't get to do this right now. You do not get to judge me nor him. What we did was in the past, I'm sure you've had your fair share of lovers…" I accuse.
"…" Pained, Solas turns away grimacing.
"That's what I thought. So you can't judge him if you do you're judging me. Solas we've both had lives before one another, we both lived before meeting one another…" I sigh, tired.
"That doesn't mean you can hide this. How many others have you slept with?" Solas whispers, his tone delicate and vulnerable surprising me.
"I don't know…Solas I've slept with a lot of people and if you want this. You need to deal with it and get over yourself…" Fed up, I state the fact as it is.
"Oh so now we're talking about this," Unimpressed, Solas crosses his arms, leaning against his desk.
"You said you were willing…" I remind him.
"Things change," Seething, Solas leans in as I glower at the ass, feeling my blood boil.
"What has changed?" I demand exasperated.
"I wasn't the one who left!" Solas snaps, practically screaming at me making me blink surprised until sighing, turning away scowling remembering him holding me after that when we would share a bed, his clinginess.
"Solas…" I begin gently noting the hurt, pain, and betrayal in his eyes.
"No. I…Enough. I need to be alone…leave me!" Solas orders as I scowl, shaking my head done with it, done with this and most of all done with him.
"Fine, I'm out…if it's any constellation, I'm cool with your ex-girlfriend fade spirits," Smirking, I tease fleeing, narrowly dodging Solas throwing a book of pages at me in frustration, he scowls at me as I simply smirk and leave the brooding mess to mope, having no time nor patience for the ass…
Grumbling, I feel my tense muscle mope, groaning, scowling at the nerve of my argument prior, I mean. Come on he shouldn't be getting like this. Yes I've slept with other men but not like he hasn't so why is he getting so fussy? I mean I think this is the first time I'm willing to be in a genuine relationship, not physical and he's having a go at me for my past when no doubt he's had his fair share, I mean sure not many would go for some bald guy but I'm sure in his youth he's had his fair share. I mean I remember when Blackwall and Solas were talking about their youth…
"I am sorry about your... friend. Losing someone is difficult…" Blackwall begins after walking around after Solas' mission.
"Thank you. The death itself was less painful than what came before. Seeing a good spirit twisted, its nature defiled. Those mages knew nothing of my friend. Worse, they did not care," Solas spits out in disdain at the memory, anger still laced in his tone.
"I... don't know what to say," Sadly, Blackwall confesses.
"Nor will you, until you've seen ignorance snatch away all that you love. Pray such a day never finds you…." Solas bows his head as gently, I place my hand on his shoulder, giving his shoulder a brief squeeze as his pained lilacs greys meet my comforting blues as he places his hand on top of mine appreciating the gesture as I walked up ahead, hearing Eve and Dorian gossip…
"For all your experience, Solas, you don't carry yourself like a soldier…" Blackwall pipes up.
"You should have seen me when I was younger. Hot-blooded and cocky, always ready to fight," Solas smirks at the memory as curious, I turn back raising a brow at the idea of such a calm and collected guy to be reckless.
"Ah, youth," Blackwall sighs at the memory.
"It is a delicate balance for those who fight. If they lack sufficient passion, they never become truly skilled, and die or leave the life," Solas explains solemnly.
"But too much passion, and they end up dead or monsters better off dead," Blackwall frowns.
"Yes. It is a rare soldier who can fight without letting it define him…" Solas sighs, head down as we continued the walk.
"Hey Fox, you dong good!?" Brightly, Bull smiles waving me over with Krem and the chargers with Zevran happily enjoying his drink.
"Well let's see, telling Solas to stop being a condescending asshat and then having a book thrown your way what do you think Bull…" Sarcastically, I greet the group.
"Pretty good then," Krem smirks as I roll my eyes.
"I hope, I didn't cause a rift between you two," Zevran smiles guiltily.
"Relax, Zevran. We got another rifts to sort out this one is nothing," Light-heartedly, Bull comments as Krem and I groan, face palming at the shit joke as he chuckles with Zevran.
"No, it's nothing. He just needs to get over the fact that I had a life outside him," Scowling, I growl as Krem passes me a pint, making me give him a nod of thanks and take a sip.
"So Zevran. You were one of the Crow's?" Bull begins leaning in curious as Zevran chuckles.
"It has been some time, my friend, but yes. I would say they treated me well, alas, it couldn't last forever. Why so interested?" Zevran asks curious.
"The Ben-Hassrath could know more about the Crows," Bull smirks.
"There's not much to know," I shrug.
"You know about them Fox?" Bull raises a brow.
"You could say that," I take another sip of my ale.
"Say that, my dear you deserve more credit. She was offered quite the place there, a high up role, nearly a master. Then again it was mostly out of fear, its best to have Fox as your friend than your enemy," Zevran gushes.
"Shit you're kidding," Bull chuckles.
"I don't do that anymore. Don't get me wrong, I still have connections but it's too much danger, too many people who want me dead and will take that out on my family rather than me," I elaborate.
"So you left?" Bull frowns.
"Hawke's idea along with Merrill's. They said…I should find myself a new name, I shouldn't keep using the same name, he gave me, I was more than how he create me…although, I may not agree with Merrill's beliefs, I respect both Hawke and Merrill to an extent. Plus Aveline and Isabela hated the idea of me being in something dodgy, like that," I explain calmly.
"You must care about them a lot," Bull mutters.
"There my family," I whisper solemnly feeling Bull place his hand on my shoulder as my eyes soften and briefly I flinch, turning to see his gentle smile.
"You're already a family member in the chargers," Bull assures me surprising me.
"He isn't wrong. You're like the wacky aunt or mum of the group," Krem confirms as I note the chargers raising their glasses to me making me shake my head at the idiots.
"Why turn it down?" Krem questions invested.
"Simple, enemies and apparent arch rivals, all I knew was Isabela had jobs and I had the weapons until I got bored and they came to my mansion. Now I don't know about you but typically when drowning yourself with liquor you prefer no company, or maybe that's just me," Calmly, I explain.
"I liked my cloak and hood, it was comfy…" I respond, remembering most nights laying in it due to the sheer softness of the fabric.
"Don't forget the mask," Zevran reminds me.
"Oh yeah the mask was badass," I smirk reminiscing of the beautiful mask.
"Tell me have you heard of the Silver Wraith?" Smirking, Zevran questions in a low tone.
"The slave liberator?" Krem smirks.
"Hell yeah who hasn't. Some call her the bandit queen, they say she has connections in everything you name it she does and they call her the true syndicate queen. They say she struck down a Tevinter magister and a whole group of Venatori to free some slaves…wait don't tell me…." Bull's eyes slowly widen, turning to me.
"Yo," Calmly, I wave my hand smirking at the giddy smirks on both Krem and Bull's shocked features.
"How famous are you?" Krem gawks.
"Not much. Besides, I did it for money, my brother and I needed money at Kirkwall, who do you think got us the wine?" I smirk, remembering my time at Kirkwall, finding it boring, often doing nothing but smoking, drinking and talking, so thought of getting a part time job. Hawke helped sometimes but hey got us the money for the Deep Roads, heh, I remember Hawke crying over buying an extra punch and having no money for the roads until I swooped in, revealing my savings, let's call it a fair trade for her hospitality and treatment to my brother.
"Nice…they say you took on a shit ton of magisters even some of your own brethren…until the Silver Wraith got blown up on a shipment," Krem frowns.
"They looked more into the profit then the people involved, I didn't allow it so now, the Silver Wraith is presumed dead," I shrug.
"Smart move how'd you do it?" Bull leans in eager.
"And ruin the surprise?" I play along, snickering at Bulls pout.
"The offer still stands to work with me," Zevran offers teasingly.
"Yeah? How is that going?" I questions smirking at Zevran joining in with pouting.
"Well…" He trials off guiltily.
"Yeah, tell me when you want a real organisation," I scoff.
"Fair maiden you wound me," Playfully, Zevran places his hand on his chest as I roll my eyes only then for Eve to arrive…
"If only that wound silenced you…" I mutter grumpily as Eve wants me to join her on some expedition with Bull. Casually, I stand up with Bull ready to go.
"May I come?" Zevran asks standing up excited as I feel my body stiffen, my blood turning ice cold as Eve excitedly nods, gushing about it as uneasily, Bull and I share a look when spotting the group already outside, consisting of in particular, a certain grumpy elf hobo mage…
This…this isn't going to end well.
So turns out the reason for Eve's enthusiasm to go out is well…
Stoically, I stand by the side of Eve on her throne room as Josephine gives the charges as Florianne arrives chained up with the inquisition soldiers holding her at bay before the throne.
"I do not believe a reminder is necessary for this accused. Her capture and discharge could not have been more public. Grand duchess Florianne De Chalons, although her titles among the dignities already at risk of forfeiting. You spared her life, despite her treachery. What becomes of it falls to you," Josephine reports back the day, as a sense of bitter sweetness envelopes me, remembering that night…I feel a faint blush at the faint memory.
"Out of your element Florianne, welcome to the inquisition, my party…" Smugly, Eve greets her.
"Despite her posture, Lady Florianne has acknowledged your authority," Josephine informs us.
"Should I curse you on the behalf of the elder one? I realize he had no intention of honouring the concordats I manipulated. Do as you must I respect your mastery of the game, even as I despise your victory. Celene and Briala does not know their fortune," Florianne spits out scoffing.
"Like most nobility, she hasn't worked a single day in her life and for that she shall work with the common, farm work, provide the food to those who have fed you your entire life!" Eve declares self-assuredly as I raise a brow, impressed with the answer and amused at the thought of some lousy noble working for the common men, the people who worked and worshipped her now she has to worship them in a sense.
"Sentenced to walk with animals how droll," Unamused, Florianne huff turning her back as she is guided out of Judgement and eagerly, Eve leaps out of the throne and we head off, to carry out our jobs.
Calmly, we stroll through Strom coast, Eve and the others leave the cave after destroying the last of the red lyrium distribution areas. Of course Eve forbade me from going in, fearful of it effecting me and my marks, not like I blame her but then again why invite me out then if this was our goal? Eh, not going to question her I mean we've had to deal with the seekers Cassandra wanted gone and the wardens Blackwall wanted gone as well as the hunt for Venatori for Dorian, which Bull and I were hardly against.
"So Zev what's our little fox like in bed?" Bull asks startling me as I draw my blades, glaring daggers at the snickering Bull.
"Bull you bastard!" I curse at him, anger laced in my tone as he chuckles.
"What? I'm just interested. Solas refuses to give me details," He smirks innocently.
"That isn't something you should be interested in!" Eve sputters flushed.
"Come on spill…"Bull persists as briefly, I glance at Solas remaining calm. Stoic but I notice the frown on his features as he moves on ahead, a distance from us as Eve glances between Solas and I, resting on me confused as I simply shrug, having no clue on what to do with the mage.
"A gentleman never tells," Zev smirks.
"Thank you Zev," I sigh relieved.
"But I'll say this," Zev smirks coyly snickering from my sharp glare.
"You'll say nothing if you wish to keep your balls!" I growl threateningly making Zev nervously laugh.
"She is quite the dominant partner," Cheekily, Zev winks as I glare daggers at the bastard practically spewing flames.
"Zevran. What is 'the bird and the bee'? Innocently, Cole questions briefly making me falter in my steps.
"Ah surely Fen should tell you she seems like the more fitting role model," Zevran glances at me, shrinking back from my sharp glare but…
"Well, you see, when a man and a woman – or a man and a man, or a woman and a woman – or any two discerning parties really-"
"No." Sharply, I intervene with Solas surprisingly our voices chorus making us both blink and glance at one another, a awkward silence filling the room.
"Well my friend, I did try," Zevran sighs sadly.
"I like bees. But they don't like jars…" Cole mutters, playing with his fingers, gravitating to me as I frown at the memory of the sad Cole, when seeing Sera with a pot of bees and attempting to free them to set on Cole, only to break it open and cause Sera to be attacked and of course, they don't bring the advisors, the guys in charge to deal with it, no I had to deal with it and it wasn't pretty…
"I have noticed that you have been staring at me for quite some time my friend. Truly this is a face to be marvelled at! But you did not strike me as the type," Zevran turns back to Cole for a more appropriate conversation.
"I don't understand… you smile and laugh, but you aren't happy," Cole points out as briefly, Zevran glances at me.
"Ah, I see. It will be alright," Zevran assures him.
"I don't know how to help. You like Fen but she doesn't like you as you do. She…she didn't know you saw more, she couldn't have known, she had so much on her plate while you longed for her she moved on. I'm sorry…glistening, shining, brightly, yes, yes this will impress her. I will tell her tonight and…where is she? Why isn't she here? Is she okay?" Cole whispers as my eyes widen at Coles words turning to Zevran, who turns away looking pained as Bull glances at me and I'm speechless, not sure what to say, just feeling overwhelmed by guilt as I sigh, shaking my head and leaving Zevran to have a breather, to be alone for a while.
"I want to help, you're like Fen, she smiles through the pain, but I don't know why. If she forgets then she forgets me and I don't want her to forget me…" Cole confesses sombrely as Eve glances at me.
"Cole…" Sadly, I sigh approaching the saddened boy, head down as gently I place my hand on his hat making his beady glassy eyes meet my solid blue as I ruffle his hat, he leans into my touch as we continue onwards, a sombre air in the atmosphere…