"Fenris."
"No."
"Fenriiiiiiiiiis."
"I said no."
"Fenriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis"
"Enough Hawke."
Fenris glared with subtle harshness as the mage smiled innocently at him. They stood across from each other in his "acquired" mansion, as Hawke repeatedly called his name in mischief, trying to get a rise out of the usually hot-tempered elf. Fenris simply scowled back, not willing to put up with his games. It only made Hawke's smile even wider. His black hair was ruffled and fell against his forehead naturally. His usual red stain across his face was gone, along with his father's armor which he dearly cherished. Instead, he wore a simple button up shirt and black trousers, complete with a lack of shoes. It seemed that he intended to stay there for awhile.
His deep, dark eyes scanned the elf's face for any signs of weakness, as if debating whether or not to press on with his antics. Apparently he had found his sign, because he opened his mouth again.
"C'mon, just talk to me."
"Hrmph."
"Fenriiiiis."
'Alright," He growled. "What is it you want?"
Hawke grinned in triumph. "I just wanted to say hi."
"...I hate you."
Hawke chuckled, pressing his body to the door frame as Fenris walked out of the room. He could hear soft, muffled footsteps following him as he made his way to the storage of wine in the mansion. After he snatched a bottle at random, he turned to the mage, glaring.
'You've said what you needed, now you can go."
"Oh c'mon don't kick me out yet! I just got here!" He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. "Just let me stay and talk with you for awhile."
Fenris eyed him suspiciously. No way in hell had he simply come over to talk. But his true intentions didn't show on his face. It was always like this with Hawke. It was a game in where you could never tell if he was bluffing. But in this case, his intentions seemed sincere. So Fenris gave him the benefit of the doubt.
"You can stay for now." He mumbled. "But only because the sun has already set, and you aren't wearing shoes."
Hawke grinned, wiggling his toes. In one swift motion, he plucked the bottle out of his hand and bounced into a chair at the table. He smirked as Fenris sighed, grabbing another one for reimbursement. Together, they drank, oddly at ease with one another. It seemed absurd, but Fenris was almost enjoying himself.
Finally, Hawke broke the silence. "I hope you have room for two, because its way past midnight now, and I am way too drunk to walk."
He snorted. "I assumed this would happened. I guess you'll be sleeping on the floor tonight."
"What? No way, you have a perfectly comfortable bed in the next room over.
"No, Hawke."
"Who said I was asking for permission?"
He continued to call his name like before, and Fenris felt a headache taking form. After minutes of continues name yelling, he finally lost it. He slammed his now empty bottle onto the table.
"Why do you continue to pester me? Is there really nothing you have better to do?" He glared at Hawke's confused face. "Do not play dumb with me, mage. You come here to torment me every day, for no better reason than your own amusement."
Hawke's mouth fell open in shock. It was clear that he hadn't expected the words to come out of his mouth, and they had stung. Fenris wasn't trying to hurt him, but his antics had struck a nerve within him. He felt taunted by his presence. And he wanted it to stop. After what seemed to be forever, Hawke spoke up.
"Is that why you think I'm here? To harass you?"
Fenris stared, waiting for an explanation. It had to be why he came over so often. But Hawke only shook his head. "I don't spend all my time here with you just for a few laughs, you ass. I happen to enjoy your company."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really. I like spending time with you."
He blinked. "What?"
"Oh dear Maker you can be so dense sometimes." He leaned over the table, knocking the bottles to the floor. "I. LIKE. YOU. There, do you understand me now? I'm not here to pester you."
Silence. Neither of them spoke, just stared at each other pointedly. Hawke rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, huffing like a child. Fenris couldn't come up with a response, feeling less vindicated than before. He instantly regretted his words. Like usual, he was quick to assume, and had insulted a friend in the process. He really was an ass. In truth, he didn't mind the mage's constant presence. It was almost comforting.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I suppose... It's only right to offer comfort to a guest"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"It's rude to have someone sleep on the floor."
Hawke's eyes widened. "Wait, does this mean..."
"Yes Hawke. You can sleep in the bed."