"My little Fennic Fox…"
"Such a fine piece…"
"My good little Fennic Fox."
Struggling, the silver-haired elf lies on the bed, her wrist sore, aching, stinging, slits of ruby red seeping down her arms, staining the fabric beneath her while the other diverted stream of ruby red coils around her glowing marks. She stays silent on the bed, her lips quivering, no words, no moment being able to escape from her weak whimpers. Baby blues stream down her bloodshot blues, pain etched into her contorted features as she feels his fingertips, his dirty, his skeletal, his crimson crescents dig deep into her skin, earning a hiss as he straddles her hips, looking down at his prize, his property, his little Fennic Fox.
Hungrily, his lips lean down next to the squirming girl, her form bound as he hungrily laps licking away at the stream of tears cascading down her, relishing, lusting, savoring the sweet-salty tears as his fingertips dig deeper into her marred form, a look of pride into his features as he holds her down.
"Beautiful aren't they? I knew the ritual would work and now look at you, my masterpiece." Fondly, Denarius whispers curling his forefingers forwards as the teary-eyed girl whimpers, groaning as roughly, her hand is forced forward for him to cling to, his long, shrivelled, sharp nails tightly coiling around her arm as if ivy had coiled around her arm.
Pained, she scowls at his harsh sharp nails digging deep into her arm, biting her lip, tasting the familiar substance of warm iron as she grimaces at the harsh searing burning pain from the contact alone. Lovingly, he caresses her arms, his sadistic smile widening into joy as he watches like a serpent watching its prey writhe, strain, constrict within its fox gasp as it slowly strangles. He watches on as his little loving servant writhes in pain, silently, the heavy air of cooper growing heavier as his nails caress her markings, in particular, digging his nails purposefully close, teasingly touching the marks, drawing small snippets of blood. She whimpers, tears of agony painfully pouring down her features only to cry out as annoyed, his other hand slides upwards towards her neck, her pet collar glowing blazing in the eerily ethereal moonlight as he slams her down on the headboard making her grimace at the hard pounding headache, unaware of another stream of red pouring out from her side.
"Did I permit you to speak slut!? You are nothing. You will always be nothing. You are a nobody, you're just a disgusting knife-eared whore!" Snarling, he growls spitting venom. Hungrily, he dives down, his fingertips digging deep into her neck, roughly tugging at the chained collar making her whimper, gurgling, choking in shock at the painful tug as he grabs at her hair, crimson smearing her snow-white locks tugging painfully at her, his nails digging deep into her scalp, fresh paint of ruby red smearing his stained nails, her nose twitching grimacing at the heavy stench of iron, alcohol and musky sweat.
…Silently, she bows her head pained. Impatiently, he dives down, diving his sharp daggers into her neck making her grimace pained, biting her lip, releasing a pained cry as red oozes out from her neck, blue and purple staining her bloodied neck, black bruising the neck with jagged bite marks marred into her skin.
"That's what I thought. My dear little Fennic fox, you know I do all this out of a place of love. This is love, after all, I love you, you love me don't you…?" Proudly, he beams, ruby red staining his yellows as he grasps hold of her sore, aching, burning limb, caressing it, cradling it close to his chest making her whimper pained at the harsh stinging pain.
Soundlessly, she grimaces, her mouth twitching only to wince back in pain from the blood confiding her.
"Say it." Harshly, he roars at her making me whimper, grimacing pained.
"…" Bravely, her hoarse voice coughs, stuttering sputtering, tongue-tied as suddenly, she begins choking, his grip turning iron slowly constricting around her, the gleam in his eyes brightening at the sight of her choking on crimson, bursting out like a volcano as she writhes, helpless under his grasp.
"What was that!?" Roaring, he raises his rusted blade making her flinch back fearful, her eyes wide.
"ARGH! Pained, she cries out to the high heavens, blood pooling beneath her as he angrily impales into her shoulder blade, digging the rusted blade deep into her shoulder making her cry out, the blood binding beginning to falter as her ears ring, her heart hammering. Pounding, her blood boils pumping roughly scraping against her shoulder blade, making her cry out bloody murder until tiredly, he hunches over, roughly tossing the bloodied blade to the side.
"That's right after all my little fox who would want damaged goods? Not even your mother and brother wanted you back what makes you think anyone else would want someone as disgusting, as vile, as whorish as you…but I do. I love you, my darling Fennic fox…" Lowly, he whispers, leaning in, his warm breath grazing against the shell of her ear making her grimace once more as he watches on, standing up, adjusting his robes as he leaves her there, snapping his fingertips as she releases a gasp of fresh air, finally free as the first thing she does is…cry. Loudly, the young girl wails, choking on her tears and blood as she wails, curling in on herself as she holds her shaking bloodied, scarred form, broken as he leans over, placing a delicate peck on her temple.
"Remember what I said my Fennic fox, no one will ever love or want used goods…" Lowly, he whispers to her, brushing his fingertips against her bruised bloodied hickey satisfied smugly. She flinches from his soft caresses, feeling his lips brush against the mark, reminding her of his place as he leaves, finally breaking her as she wails even louder, bringing a satisfied smirk to his lips as he stands leaving the broken mess to cry…
"There you are!" Surprised, I jolt out of my thoughts from a familiar perky voice as I turn from gazing out at the soft waves before me, the eerily ethereal moon gazing down, its beams of light dancing across the fine flickering dances of the motions of the waves. I take a huge gulp of my bottle, gently putting it to the side. Sadly, I stare down at my shaking hand, my gauntlet tossed to the side as my fingertips gently brush against my bumpy markings, pained at the faint crescents and scars resurfacing making me hold in the acid rush threatening to climb skywards…
"Merill, what are you?" Frowning, I whisper shyly clutching my hand to my chest, my brow furrowed as she hums happily joining my side on the dock edge again.
You ran off again. You weren't in the mansion and I was concerned." Merill tells me making me sigh.
"I was just…tired." Grumpily, I whisper placing my hands on my face rubbing stretching at my face trying to cool off.
"Are you sure? You were shaking again. Was it to do with the blood mages?" Apprehensive, Merill questions me gently making me exhale exhausted.
"Aveline told you. I guess." I mutter as I take a hefty gulp relishing the burning pain.
"Yeah…are you…?" She begins making me groan.
"Just brought back some memories…" Grimly, I whisper pained as I glare down at my markings…
"You know I always was jealous of you…" Shyly, Merill begins making my eyes narrow.
"Jealous?" Warily, I raise a brow if she says….
"N-Not in the way you think I mean when I met you I thought you were really pretty!" Panicked, she assures me making my eyes widen taken aback by the praise.
"Pretty?" Lost, I furrow my brow at the compliment.
"Yeah, I never met an elf with white hair before you looked amazing to me. I never really was the type the men of my clan would often look at, I wasn't the type to gather attention." Sighing, Merill confesses to me.
"Isn't that a good thing considering…" I trail off pointing to her staff.
"Oh yes don't get me wrong it is a good thing but it's just you always amazed me, like whatever you want someone would be watching you, you would get someone's attention whether it was your marks, your hair or your personality. It was…I was amazed by it." In awe, she confesses making my eyes widen.
"You may think it sounds great but let me promise you it isn't. it's far from a gift I would rather be unseen than seen." Tiredly, I confess to her, thinking back on those hunting me down even now, so many have tried to kill me, so many want me dead that I sometimes wonder what the point is in questioning who sent them.
"I just…these marks are your own Fennic. Don't let what happened, change you." Sternly, Merill tells me making me grimace as she places her hand on my naked hand making me sigh.
"Merill…I…thank you." Grateful, I whisper making her beam brightly.
"You can thank me later!" Cheekily, she winks confusing me.
"For what?" Lost, I furrow my brow.
"For me!" Shocked, my eyes widen as I turn to look up at the source of the familiar Antivan accent, lunging forward bringing me into a familiar hug as I stare, slack-jawed at the sight of the Antivan crow.
Eve POV:
"We found elves, living ancient elves, at the Temple of Mythal. Does that bother you, Solas?" In awe, Dorian points out as we all sit down at the hanged man, needing a break after the whole blood mage fiasco, still I hope Fen's okay. I haven't seen her, none of us have. I mean sure I know this is like her hometown of sorts she knows the people, the place, the locations you want to be in and not want to be in but that doesn't mean I don't worry. I mean I'm not the only one, I can see the other's concern for her as clear as day…still I feel bad for Aveline, all that paperwork she has to do, no doubt she had to head off to return to her duties, it makes me feel a bit bad for Josephine she has to do a lot of document work for us.
"I'm pleased we were not forced to kill them if that's what you mean," Solas answers coolly.
"I mean them being there at all. Thousands of years later, and they live. There could be others, in ruins, we haven't yet discovered. Shouldn't we be looking for them?" Confused, Dorian queries.
"Perhaps Abelas will do that." Solas offers.
"Hmm. I wonder if that's a good thing?" Dorian wonders out loud curious unaware of Sera rolling her eyes grumpily at the thought.
"You are still troubled by what you learned at the temple, Dorian." Solas catches on.
"The Imperium is founded on the notion that we defeated Arlathan. It's not something my people should be proud of, but they are. It's ingrained in their psyche." Dorian scowls at his pint.
"You think they would not accept the truth?" Solas wonders.
"I'm worried what it might do to them if they did," Dorian confesses.
"Corypheus. One of yours, isn't he?" Sighing, Blackwall decides to wander into the conversation.
"One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood? 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!' In this analogy, the carpet is Haven." Mockingly, Dorian taunts, clarifying it for Blackwall.
"Is he or is he not a Tevinter Magister?" Sternly, Blackwall demands.
"Meaning 'the source of everything bad and evil in the world'? They are the same, yes?" Dorian mocks.
"Certainly, feels that way at times," Blackwall grumbles taking another gulp of his drink.
"You know Fennic comes from Tevinter don't you?" Dorian reminds Blackwall who scowls.
"Fennic is as Tevinter as I am a grey warden." Frustrated, Blackwall states.
"Oh, so she's a liar, is she? I doubt those marks of her are fake." Snidely, Dorian remarks scowling.
"That isn't what I mean…Fennic is better." Tiredly, Blackwall exhales.
"Sure…" Dorian rolls his eyes.
"Sera, I notice that in a recent fight, you killed someone I was already dealing with…" Calmly, Solas points out.
"You were doing it too slow." Annoyed, Sera complains.
"Just to be clear, you wish me to manipulate the delicate balance of the primordial energy of the Fade... faster." Frowning, Solas sighs tiredly.
"You're not making it worse. It's bad enough you people do that at all!" Sera assumes.
"Ugh." Irritated, I take a sip of my pint only to grimace at the harsh burning pain in my throat as I release a rough cough choking from the sheer strength of the drink and Fen can drink these normally!? How!?
"That seems unnecessary." Dorian furrows his brow.
"Don't you start!" Scowling, Sera glares at us.
"I am reasonably certain I said nothing." Smugly, Solas shrugs.
"Don't have to. You're all fluttery from that Mythal place. "Oh, Tevinter took our stuff," except turns out, elves did it themselves. Perth!" Sera points out huffing.
"You cannot upset me with what we found there," Solas confirms.
"Oh? Why's that?" Intrigued, Sera questions him.
"Because, Sera, my genuine sorrow for the tragedy of our history cannot be diminished by a single moment. That you do not feel this, well, you have my envy... and pity." Disappointed, Solas bows his head shaking it saddened by Sera.
"Well, you just... Shut it! Think I could find some Sentinel breeches?" Frustrated, Sera scowls, slamming her pint to the table only then to giggle as I note the faint ruby red hue in her cheeks as she asks Solas, her tone turning light.
"Do I want to ask what for?" Frowning, Solas responds, taking a sip surprisingly unfazed by the heavy liquor.
"So, I could wear history. On my butt. Butt history." Cackling, Solas laughs as Solas groans bowing his head ashamed by Sera almost.
"It is a shame, Sera, that you were denied an elven life. Even one as patchwork as the Dalish interpretation." Disappointed, Solas remarks.
"Who said I was?" Sera scowls challenging him.
"Were you not orphaned young and raised by humans?" Confused, Solas queries.
"Ooooh! You think the only reason I'm not elfy is because I had no choice? Poor me, right? Well, I've seen. I know. "Elven life" is backward and boring." Scoffing, Sera mocks.
"It is said that we lived at a pace that sustained us for... ages." Solas sighs.
"Well, you go "sustain" yourself. It sure doesn't sound like living. Besides Fennic isn't elfy is that why you dumped her?" Angrily, Sera accuses Solas making him grimace.
"Sera enough!" Fed up, I snap scowling at her, what Solas and Fennic had has nothing to do with us and even then, we can't judge on this, they are both suffering. I'll never understand Solas' logic for leaving Fennic, he…even now I can see he is devoted to her, longs for her loves her even now even after all this…
"What Fennic and I had has nothing to do with you Sera but if you must know, Fennic's lack of elven lifestyle only made her all the more real to me, she was more than the Dalish, then her ancestry, she was, she still is so much more…" Saddened, Solas bows his head, pain etched into his tone.
"Oh, Merill you look perky…" Surprised, I raise a brow at Merill, hoping for this ball of sunshine to lighten the damp mood.
"I think I cheered Fennic up!" Cheerfully, Merill tells us.
"And how did you do that?" Blackwall raises a brow.
"I got Zevran to come over she always seems happy after he visits!" Cheerfully, Merill declares unaware of our eyes widening in dread, a still silence falling between us.
"That's great but still it's none of our business…" Smugly, Sera sneers bitterness etched into her tone as she sharply turns to Solas, quietly staring down at his pint as we all go silent, unsure of what to say, only hearing the harsh slam of a pint and the gentle low murmur of excuse me. Loudly, the door slams open and shut leaving us alone…Fen whatever you're doing please be careful.
Fox POV:
"So you're telling me Merill contacted Isabella who then contacted you about…" Frowning, I recite after watching Merill leave us to chat to have a moment alone as we wander towards my mansion, the two of us knowing the route well as he sneakily steals my bottle, taking a sip as we make our way to Hightown.
"That bald elf idiot dumping you yes! Now then how do you want him dead? I think slow and painful would be the best method." Eagerly, Zevran questions me making me roll my eyes, prying the glass from him as I open the door, allowing him inside as I linger on the doorway, my brow furrowed as I gaze into the foyer, my hands clenching feeling a wave of conflicting emotions.
"Obviously but no Zevran none of that." Sternly, I reject the idea shaking my head, snapping me out of my daze and rush of emotions as I close the door behind me.
"What? He dumped you, he led you on, he…" Scowling, Zevran lists out making me sigh tiredly, perching myself on the sofa seat before the crisp flames of the fire, Zevran having lit the flames with some flint in his bag.
"Yes, I know he did. But I just…I don't want that right now, I don't…" Groaning, I complain going limp in the arm of the sofa chair, dangling down on the ruby-red seat.
"Then what do you want?" Zevran faces me making me groan as Zevran takes back the glass taking another sip.
"I DON'T KNOW ZEVRAN! I don't…" Frustrated, I snap at him groaning laying back in my seat slumping pained wishing for the seat to engulf me whole.
"I have an idea." Shyly, Zevran leans over, wiggling a suggestive brow making me scoff, shaking my head at the ass.
"No Zevran." Easily, I reject the idea of pushing him back from leaning over me, getting too close for comfort.
"Why not?" Playfully, he whines.
"I just…I can't right now alright. I just…" Annoyed, I scowl at him standing up, distancing myself from him, needing space to breathe and to think, but most of all deal with this cluster of emotions.
"You really fell for this guy, hard…" Amazed, Zevran gawks making me release a haggard cough, choking, spurting out liquid spewing out as I clumsily hear the smash of glass breaking turning to furrow my brow at Zevran.
"I fell for no one." Curtly, I growl irritation laced in my tone.
"What are you going to do then?" Zevran enquires making me sigh, planting my palm on my face not sure what to think or even say.
"I don't know I just…I have a job to do at the end of the day as soon as it has done. I'm out of there and never want to see him again." Lost, I confess to my friend.
"Don't you want him to suffer my friend? I would…" He offers.
"Of course I do more than anyone but…" Pained, I begin torn, not sure what to think.
"But what?" Zevran challenges curious.
"I don't know! I hate him, I hate him so much but I…" Angrily, I seethe, cursing under my breathe only to grimace, blinking back the tears threatening to fall as I feel my voice begin to choke up.
"You still love him don't you?" Tenderly, Zevran whispers as defeated, I slump over, my head in my hands.
"I…I don't know! I just want him to feel the same pain I did when he abandoned me when he used me! When he betrayed me! Zevran I made it clear to you, I don't…" Venomously, I spit out venom cursing into tevine only making Zevran smirk amused.
"Did you ever…?" He queries softly.
"I'm sorry no. I thought it was simple release I never meant for it to lead to more for you…" Guilty, I confess to him.
"You felt nothing…" Offended, Zevran raises a brow making me groan.
"I felt nothing. I…Zevran the way I treated you wasn't right; the mind frame I had on sex was wrong." Pained, I grimace remembering my younger state of mind, I was a horrid kid, I mean, I threw stones down at innocent people presuming them to be abominations!
"What do you mean?" Confused, Zevran furrows his brow.
"Zevran, I used sex as a tool almost, to relieve stress, I never saw it as anything more. I never even knew there was another reason to do it." Honestly, I confess to him, not having picked up the emotional factor of it when Fenris and Hawke did it, I mean my brother told me it was physical and I believed him but things began changing, shifting, it was concerning me but things changed, everything changed.
"What do you mean?" Flabbergasted, Zevran demands from me.
"I…with you Zevran it was simple stress relief you wanted relief so did I with Solas it was…different." Struggling, I try to explain not sure how to pinpoint it.
"Different do you mean technique?" He frowns.
"What no I…well yeah surprisingly the guy knows stuff not even you and I would know. I just mean…I owed Solas a favor and what do you normally offer to repay someone?" I begin trying to get him to understand.
"Sex of course along with my charming personality." Proudly, he smirks making me roll my eyes.
"Yeah, sure that…but thing is he didn't want it." Irritated, I answer stunning him.
"What?" Surprised, Zevran gawks.
"He refused so I thought oh so he wants money? You know I owe him a favor like do a job for him whether it gets some weird artifact or whack some guy but…" I trail off feeling a familiar ruby red hue in my cheeks.
"But what?" Zevran prompts eager for more.
"I don't know he kissed me." Annoyed, I scowl glaring up at the ceiling looming over us.
"He…kissed you…that's it?" Deadpanned, Zevran frowns.
"I know it's hard to explain it just felt different…" Frowning, I try to word it.
"A new technique?" Lost, Zevran wonders.
"No, I just…Hmph!" Surprised, I blink taken aback as my voice is muffed by Zevran's soft experienced lips once again meeting my own but all I feel is the numb sense of a pair of dried lips on my own, feeling his tongue attempting to touch my own only for my own to reel back, almost revolted at the sheer sight of it.
"Well, how was that?" Smugly, Zevran smirks only to falter when seeing my disgusted expression as I spit out remnants of the kiss.
"It was nothing Zev. I'm sorry but it wasn't…" Apologetically, I furrow my brow, disgust laced in my tone.
"What do you mean that was my best technique what could!?" Offended, Zevran scowls at me making me sigh.
"He didn't have one," I confess perplexing him.
"What?" He scowls.
"I don't know it just felt…I just feel like even worse shit now." Horrified, I groan, cradling my temple, feeling a wave of pain, guilt, and shame flow through me.
"Not even a tad bit aroused?" Meekly, Zevran whines only for me to scowl.
"I haven't been sexually attracted to you for quite some time Zevran. Not even now. I haven't been sexually attracted to ANYONE!" Bluntly, I confess to him, my eyes wide horrified at the sad truth of the change within me, a change I am not happy with.
"How can this…?" Baffled, Zevran whispers.
"What did he do? Some sort of spell in the fade? Maybe it's because it was in the fade…" Desperate, I reason to myself pacing back and forth shaking my head.
"Or maybe you're really in love with him." Softly, Zevran offers making my blood as heavy as lead, stilling my steps.
"No. I am not!" Angrily, I refuse to believe it, I can't he used me, he manipulated me, he wanted my marks nothing more nothing less, just like Denarius said, no one wants spoilt goods.
"There is that myth." Zevran hints making my eyes dilate in horror, feeling nothing but dread, horror, and rage at the delusional idea.
"Oh, don't you go there…" Seething, I snarl at Zevran disgusted at the sheer thought.
"Oh come on they do say elves have soul mates, ancient elven believe in that bonding for life stuff, you saw how the Dalish are," Lazily, Zevran remarks.
"You mean how stupid they are, one guy for the rest of your life please." Scoffing, I roll my eyes recalling Merrill often speaking to me about their supposed soul mates, the sheer lunacy of that idea making me scoff, at least with Tevinter if you got sick of someone you could get someone else, you didn't need to be tied down to monogamy.
"True, I feel almost bad for Solas…" Chuckling, Zevran smirks only to flinch back from my harsh cold glare.
"Oh haha very funny…look you should just go. I appreciate you trying to be a friend I guess but I don't…I don't need this not now, not ever." Tiredly, I state the fact to him trying to dismiss him.
"So it's really over then. This…thing we have." Sadly, Zevran stands only to meet my stoic gaze as I pass him the glass to keep turning my back to him as I glance at the cellar floor.
"Yeah, for what it's worth…I'm sorry." Guilty, I whisper crossing my arms as Zevran sighs smiling sadly.
"For what it's worth we had a good run…" Optimistically, Zevran offers.
"I guess you know in another world, that warden of yours would have been with you, maybe even been lovers." Jokingly, I point out.
"Perhaps…and if so then we would never have…" Sadly, he sighs as I note the cloth gently placed down on the table, my brow furrowed at the familiar tight coal-black cloth.
"Yeah but even then, I feel like we would have been good friends." I offer, offering him one of the glasses making him beam brightly.
"Same, good luck my friend…" Smiling, he clinks his bottle with my own turning his back to me and leaving me here…to think, to plan, to consider my next move. Bored, my blues glance to the side at the fabric as I tiredly gulp my drink watching on as the flames flicker before me.
"You really don't know how lucky you have it, my friend…" Smirking, Zevran greets Solas robed in the dark shadowy shrouds of Hightown, scowling at the sheer sight of the Antivan crow.
"…You and Fennic did you?" Sternly, Solas demands from Zevran smirking his pearl whites at the elf.
"And if we did? It has nothing to do with you my friend, you made your bed now lie in it." Coldly, Zevran smiles at Solas making him scowl as Zevran brushes past Solas leaving him as Solas steps forward into the mansion.
"What are you doing here?" Scowling, I turn to frown at Solas silently watching, observing me making me huff, taking another swig of my bottle.
"I came to see if you were alright…" Gently, he whispers to me making me scoff.
"Alright. I'm fine not that it has anything to do with you." Curtly, I respond gently placing the glass down as I turn to head to the cellar, needing some stronger to deal with it.
"It has everything to do with me." Frowning, he asserts making me scoff.
"And why's that?" Amused, I raise a brow at him as I kneel to open the cellar then turn to the fool.
"You know why Vhenan…" Tenderly, he begins making me flinch glowering at him.
"Don't call me that! I am not your heart! I am not anything to you! I am but a means to an end for your research!" Sharply, I turn on my heel to snarl at him.
"That is far from the truth!" Hurt, he exclaims to me making me shake my head at the idiot.
"I'm sure." I scoff rolling my eyes.
"Vhenan please…talk to me your hand was shaking." Softly, he whispers reaching out to my quivering fist. Furious, I pull my hand away from his gentle caring touch.
"I'm fine." Coldly, I cut him off.
"No, you weren't." Sadly, he whispers pain etched into his tone making me scoff at his acting.
"Well, I'm fine now." I sigh stepping down into the cellar, examining the bottles presented before me until deciding on Vint -1.
"Thanks to Zevran." Snidely, Solas remarks making me smirk smugly as I make my way up, closing the cellar.
"And if he did?" I challenge stepping forward-facing him smirking smugly only for my eyes to widen when suddenly, I hear the clash and clatter of glass breaking, my eyes widening as I note the shards within the pools of liquor forming. I feel a familiar pair of smooth, experienced, rough lips on my own but instead of the long, meaningfully, gentle caress I'm welcomed by rough, hungry, lustful movements making me smirk internally. Hungrily, he pushes me towards the bedroom, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through me. Feeling eager, hungry hands begin to explore, removing every piece of material, tossing it aside. Quickly, I take a familiar tuft of fabric and let the fool devour me or so he thinks…
Smugly, I hum as I look into the bathroom mirror, cracked but useful as I adjust my snow-white locks into a messy boyish ponytail, my loose small stray silver-white locks let out, a shoulder-length fringe to the side dangling down with a small ponytail of sorts in the back resembling a boyish lazy ponytail of sorts. Satisfied, I step back, pushing myself off the sink as my smirk widens when my ears perk up at the low groan from the bedroom, only bringing a bright smugger smirk to my lips. It's showtime.
"Good morning sleeping beauty have fun…?" Smirking, I greet the horrifying mess as I cross my arms, leaning against the doorframe connecting both rooms as I stare at the mess, his eyes wide at the sight of the slick black fabric tied around his wrist, tying him to the bed.
"Vhenan let me go. We need to talk properly," Smirking, I can't help but chuckle at the pompous fool trying to regain some sort of authority despite the situation, Isabella was right after all. I mean I remember her often telling me this is how she got back at one of her many lovers who had tried to backstab her, I didn't think it would be this invigorating!
"Vhenan? Oh my dear boy you don't get it do you?" Smirking, I shake my head at the idiot, bare-chested as he frowns at me completely confused.
"Get what?" He demands scowling as smugly, I strut over to the idiot, sitting on the side of the bed to place the wineglass full of water by his bedside, making him frown as I straddle him.
"How do I say this, ah yes it's over." Smugly, I answer making his eyes widen.
"Excuse me?" Confused, he questions lost to the situation making me snicker.
"This, it's over, you and me shagging, pretending to be in love yeah that farce has gone on long enough, too long in my view." Bluntly, I deadpan to the fool gesturing to us.
"Farce? Vhenan what are you?" Baffled, Solas demands from me.
"My dear little Solas, this was nothing more than what Denarius would do to me every single day, a simple fuck, this is nothing more than the arrangement Zevran and I had. You were nothing to me just simple release…" Lowly, I whisper venom etched into my tone filled to the brim with malice as I move in punctuating my words. Stunned, he silently stares appalled by my comparison as cheekily, I poke his nose, smirking slyly. Proudly, I lean back at the struggling mess.
"Oh, you seem surprised. Come now Solas you're a smart little egg I'm sure you get it by now, you were nothing more than a simple release. I mean sure I was amused by your offer of a genuine relationship like Hawke and Fenris so I…what's the word as yes amused you just like you amused me when you wanted to see my marks. Now that the contract has been ended by yourself, I thought it best to level the field no, you get one look at the marks you so adore and used me for and me…well I'm sure you know. One last hooray before ending the contract and you certainly tried, I'll give you that sweet cheeks…" Cheekily, I wink lightly slapping his cheek making him frown, pain, hurt and confusion filtered across his features only making me smirk smugly as I lean back admiring my victory only then to turn and get off the side of the bed.
"Vhenan please don't…" Gently, Solas tries acting like the adult of the situation only making me snicker at the fool.
"Don't what? Tell the truth." Confidently, I argue as he stares at me, his features devastated as I ignore the pain in my chest choosing instead to relish my win, refusing to show him my pain, my tears, my screams. It's what he wants that's why he came to see me after all. He knew those blood mages triggered some memories and so tried to use the situation to his advantage to relish my pain, to use it to his advantage, to be in control, not today will I let him or anyone else use me…
"It was never like that." Softly, he whispers to me, his hues glassy making me roll my eyes at the liar.
"Oh my, you sound just like him." Surprised, I point out feigning shock.
"Who?" Solas questions only making my sly smirk widen.
"Who else? Anders, Denarius even too." Casually, I list not noticing his flinch from my comparison, his hands bawling up enraged by the comparison as he remains quiet, head down like some lowly mutt.
"Am I so wrong? You think you know best, your ego is as big as well a dragon and don't get me started on all of you being abominations, things, its, it was funny humouring you, seeing if things like you could love and look at that seems my own hypothesis was right." Calmly, I humor the idea comparing them.
"And what would that be?" Annoyed, he challenges me.
"You can't. you want to but well, you lack the emotions and care for the other to do that. It takes two to tango sweetheart and you can't keep up…ciao." Cheekily, I wink leaning against the pedestal of the bed, ready to depart leaving him to clean up his mess…
"Ar lath ma, Vhenan…" Angrily, I feel a faint snap as sharply, I turn to glower at the tied-up fool.
"How dare you…how fucking dare you say those words to me! You were the one who left! You were the one who…what did I do that was wrong Solas!? What did I do that was wrong?" Enraged, I snap at him fed up, feeling tears threaten to fall as I grab him by his neck, slamming him into the pillow, my glare darkening already imagining the sweet satisfaction of constricting his throat, his pained whimpers, his futile thrashing until falling limp, leaving him blue, bloated and gone out of my life…
"Ir abelas, ma vhenan….You did nothing you never did anything…I am the one at fault." Solemnly, he whispers bowing his head making my eyes widen, scowling at the liquid cascading down escaping my tight dam of blues.
"You? Sure, you have a bit of an ego and can be close-minded but what does that have anything to do with this Solas? I can help you! Dammit!" Angrily, I curse at him bowing my head as I sniffle.
"Ir abelas, ma vhenan…" Softly, Solas whispers his voice breaking as my eyes widen, feeling my boiling blood freeze from his words only then to be engulfed into flames, boiling my blood to a point of eruption.
"Stop saying that dammit! Festis bei umo canavarum… " Roaring, I snarl at him taken him aback by the ferocity of my snarl, he's wrong, he's wrong, he's wrong! He's…fuming, I remove myself from him, my hands shaking, trembling thrashing feeling the bloodlust swarm through my veins. I stop in my steps, taking in a shaky breath, composing myself as I begin counting until turning to him, seeing his concern, his worry, his anxiety, making me scoff at the lying façade as I smile sickly sweet at him, quirking my head to the side as I lean over, using either pedestal of my bed to steady me.
"See you at Skyhold." Cheekily, I wink at the idiot, swinging myself off as I grab my crate of wines that I had planned to take to Skyhold, humming happily as I go outside being greeted by the bright beam of the morning sun. Proudly, I smirk smugly when seeing in disarray are a familiar set of loose clothing scattered all over, in particular, a certain greenish pale cream tunic with a familiar jawbone necklace scattered to the floor as I leave the kaffas to tidy up his own damn mess while I tidy up my own…
*Fen strikes back! What did you think of her move? Would love to know!*