"Honestly that savage I'm so sorry darling, the sheer fact that knife ear monster is your sister must ill you greatly," Frowning, I enter Vivienne's quarters having to get Varania to the nearest healer and Vivienne volunteered. Calmly, I watch Dorian and Vivienne sit down on the sofas with Varania as she helps tend to the purple bruises around Varania's throat, I didn't know Fen did that much damage.
"I...I'm so sorry about her I never knew Fen would react that way," Apoplectic, I enter the room as Varania sighs.
"To be fair I didn't tell you the whole story between us…." Varania confesses.
"True but still to attack you like that," Dorian argues guilt in his eyes.
"Are you that surprised? She's a savage, you saw how she treated Dorian originally," Vivienne reminds.
"She…she didn't trust me not that I can blame her," Dorian sighs.
"Oh what due to her issues, that doesn't give her the right to ditch you in the ice cold and threaten you like that," Vivienne scoffs.
"Ditch you?" Varania blinks.
"Yeah when I first met Fen, she and I didn't get along the greatest, she threatened me and left me to walk back to Haven I got lost, took me hours," Dorian fills her in.
"Sounds like her," Bitterly, Varania remarks.
"She is a beast, she threatened me!" Vivienne adds as Dorian and I glance at one another frowning at the enjoyment in Vivienne's eyes at the topic currently.
"You don't mean that," Annoyed, I step forward announcing myself as I feel all eyes on, frowning at her accusations; I know she and Fen don't get along but still.
"Oh inquisitor darling," Politely, she greets me.
"Eve…" Dorian looks relieved to see me.
"Pardon?" Varania raises a brow.
"You don't mean that about Fennic," I argue arms crossed unimpressed as she scoffs.
"And you would know?" She challenges.
"Look, Fennic has changed she doesn't hate mages…much anymore," I sigh trying to get her to give her sister another chance, she just doesn't understand what her sister has been through.
"That isn't the issue." Snippily, she scoffs.
"It…it isn't?" I blink puzzled.
"No. What I did, I do to survive, to better myself, to help me. I had no one while she had him. So do not go and play the pity card for her," Harshly, she cuts me off making me go silent, feeling my blood boil at her rudeness.
"I…" Angered, I begin ready to shout at her, correct her only to feel a familiar hand around my wrist stopping me, making me glance at Dorian, shaking his head.
"Could you tell us what happened?" I enquire.
"It doesn't have anything to do with you," Coldly, she snaps.
"Then why did you come here?" I question baffled.
"Because magister Pavus summoned me and in hopes of rising my status," Simply she states my eyes widening at the sheer coldness in her tone as I glance at Dorian, head down in silence.
"That's all? Do you not care for your sister at all?" I demand from her horrified at the sheer coldness of her attitude.
"…Enough." Coldly, she snaps startling me into silence.
"What it true though you selling your sister out?" I question her.
"I did what I had to do at the time." Coldly, she snaps.
"She's your sister!" I gawk.
"Inquisitor darling, I don't think the poor girl would appreciate shouting," Vivienne intervenes as I silently seethe.
"I…" Shakily, I begin only then to blink as Dorian stands.
"Excuse us," Politely, Dorian smiles falsely as Varania simply nods with Vivienne as Dorian turns to me, grabbing me by the wrist, rather tightly, and dragging me far from the two.
"Do you have any idea what you've caused!?" I demand from him as we make our way to the tavern for a drink, surprisingly finding no Bull nor the chargers, probably out training or something as we sit down in a nearby booth.
"Well no not at first but now I'm rather getting an inkling….look have you seen Fen?" Dorian sighs, sitting down head down genuine concern in his tone.
"I think you're the last person Fen wants to see right now," Exasperated, I remark.
"Now, not necessarily." Dorian smiles weakly.
"You know what I mean," Grumpily, I huff.
"You got some nerve coming in here," Our ears perk up at the voice as we turn to the frowning writer.
"Varric I…" Dorian begins.
"What were you thinking when inviting Fen's family over!?" Varric scowls at him.
"I just wanted to thank her for helping me with my father," Sheepishly, Dorian confesses head down.
"Sparkles, look I understand you wanting to repay Fox back but you could have just bought her a drink or something. This is a stupid move, not all families can be saved, no matter how hard you try," Tiredly, Varric pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Why can't they?" I question.
"Because Fen barely knows her family; she barley has any memories of them and how would you feel if the only living relative you had left that held the key to your memories, betrayed you…" Varric explains.
"I…I wouldn't know what I'd do," Together, Dorian and I nod feeling guilty.
"Okay look Fox's family life is like a bundle of thread once you tug a piece of it, it all comes crumbling down and becomes a mess," Varric elaborates.
"But why? Why does it have to be that way?" I enquire.
"It takes time, time Fen is using right now to grow, but this, her sister it's too much, right now she's trying to understand and learn from her relationship with Solas, adding her family to the mix would be too much for her," Varric sighs.
"I never thought of it like that…" Dorian confesses.
"Dorian you meant well but now, isn't the time you pushed Fen off the deep end, she just got and is rather overwhelmed right now," Varric exclaims.
"I didn't…wait is that…Fen!" Blazingly, we smile when noting a familiar elf enter the tavern, sitting by the counter ordering a pint.
"Should I?" Unsure, Dorian glances at us both.
"Go on," Tiredly, Varric sighs, gently pushing him towards the counter where Dorian approaches…my ears hearing…
"This pint is on me!"
Fennic POV:
Heavily, I exhale, cracking my joints as I enter the rowdy tavern, warmly welcomed by the cheers and the loud banter and gossiping as I take a seat by the counter, the bar keep nodding at me and getting me my drink however just as he turns his back to get my drink. Loudly, I flinch back from the harsh thud of a pint, making me grimace and turn to the source, blinking at the familiar Vint, taking a seat by me.
"Barkeeper her pint is on me!" Proudly, he declares as I feel a wave of emotion, my brow twitching at the loud idiot.
"It's on the inquisition." I correct the Vint who turns blinking puzzled.
"Ask Josephine." I sigh.
"Oh. Well let me pay for it," Brightly, he smiles taking out a few gold to give which the barkeep happily takes as I raise a brow at the noble kid having no idea he's just been tricked.
"Fine, either way I'm not paying…" I grumble, not particularly caring as the bar keep returns with my drink which I happily gulp down, acting unfazed as I pound on the counter, smirking, if he's paying may as well make him suffer…
Snickering, I watch the drained features of Dorian, head in hands after seeing about the sixth pint, I gulp down then after me proudly declaring, everyone in the pub can have a drink on Dorian, making him internally scream out in horror for the death of his money while I snicker, clearly enjoying his suffering, sweet sweet vengeance, even the barkeep is enjoying it as I casually sip my seventh pint sat by a hunched over shaking Dorian.
"You forgive me now?" Whimpering he pleads.
"Well let's see you invited my bitch of a sister to the inquisition who is only bringing back harsh memories what do you think?" I scowl at him.
"I just…you helped me so I wanted to help you," Feebly, he defends himself.
"Well Dorian this may shock you but Vint's don't always know what's best for their slaves." Snidly, I remark sipping my drink.
"I never saw you as my slave." Tenderly, he whispers.
"Is that right?" Mockingly, I challenge.
"I just wanted to help." He confesses pained.
"But I don't want help. My family is my matter alone you invited me to your matter so I intervened, but I never gave you any permission to intervene on mine," Coldly, I explain.
"I know that now I just how are you? I never wanted to hurt you Fen," He tells me.
"You did Dorian, you brought back a piece of my life I wanted gone." Harshly, I cut him off.
"Do you really want her gone? " Dorian questions making my eyes widen at the ridiculous question.
"I…I don't know! I mean Fenris made it clear when he wanted her dead which I don't blame him for but then Varric and Hawke, they helped us calm down and think rationally, they lost their family they were looking out for us, I…" Pained, I turn away.
"Would you have killed her?" Dorian whispers.
"I…I don't know back then Dorian I wasn't the same person you know now. I was completely different…I was angry so angry at the world, I hated everything and everyone, I saw little value in everything but drinking and well…I think I was so scared back then it turned into anger," Scowling, I hiss.
"If we met before would you have-"
"Yes." Severely, I answer.
"You didn't even let me finish my question," Dorian furrows his brow.
"You wanted to know if I would have killed you," Casually, I shrug.
"Well yeah…" Dorian mutters.
"And yes. Yes is my answer," I answer.
"You sound so certain," Dorian notes.
"It's because I am," I confirm.
"What stopped you killing Hawke and the others?" Dorian ponders.
"I don't know. I think maybe my brother or I just…adapted I don't know honestly," I confess.
"Do you hate me?" Dorian whispers.
"Dorian…" Sighing, I lower my head at the stupid question.
"Well do you?" Dorian demands.
"Of course not I just…I'm just disappointed in you honestly I mean, you didn't even ask for my permission to do this," I say to him.
"I wanted it to be a surprise." Delicately, he whispers.
"It was," Dutifully, I remark.
"Yeah I think I learned that now. Hey I just realized something," Bitterly, Dorian huffs.
"What's that? I raise a brow.
"You could have originally been a redhead…" Dorian points out earning a shiver from me.
"Huh…redhead would not have suited me," Disgusted, I shake my head at the thought.
"Bull would be all over you," Doran points out.
"True but I think he's a bit busy indulging in foreign wines no?" Sneakily, I smirk as Dorian chokes on his drink.
"Now, now, Dorian, you got to practice that gag reflex of yours don't want you disappointing Bull," I continue snickering.
"Festis bei umo canavarum!"
"Well I will be the death of your wallet," I translate.
"You already have…so is all well?" Hopeful, he wonders.
"For now yes…just don't you ever. And I mean ever contact my family without my permission do I make myself clear?" Lowly, I growl.
"Yes mam…" Obediently, Dorian bows his head,
"Good…now then barkeep another!" Loudly, I declare.
"Are you trying to suck me dry!?" Dorian accuses.
"Of course not…" I scoff lowering my pint.
"Then why…?" Dorian begins.
"That's Bull's job," Swiftly, I finish.
"Fennic! Fasta vass!"