I may write my other Grey Wardens and their stories. Especially my Tabris and Morrigan... that would be funny. Hmm.
Carver always scoffed when Bethany and Marian would squeal over their numbers. No matter how far off in the future the numbers were, and that Marian teased Bethany that she would get married first, the girls loved to play pretend. Still though, the best times are when Marian and Bethany would spot Carver staring at his in secret and they would tease him relentlessly, making the fledgling warrior blush and rage.
Hawke remembers that was before all the magic, the hiding of the numbers until the children could control their magic, and the death of Malcolm Hawke. Before Bethany was taken, never having met her soul mate. Marian had briefly wondered how her mate felt when his numbers suddenly stopped and either disappeared, or maybe they even started over again. She wonders sometimes, if they ever mourned for her.
Marian doesn't reveal her numbers again until they get to Kirkwall, Carver's also appearing since it was only fair and he couldn't reveal them. Her heart stutters when she sees the numbers down to a year and month.
She doesn't have time for this though. Marian has a family to take care of, a year of servitude, and she has to make sure the Templars do not find her.
She does not give it more than a cursory glance in the next year.
"Well this is bloody ridiculous," Hawke says as a small battalion of Tevinters stand in front of her, Varric, Carver, and Anders.
"You got that right," Varric begins the battle with a volley of arrows that Hawke answers with an icicle. Carver yells out, angered, and joins the fray, slicing straight through the closest soldier. Anders shoots a lightning arc, making a clear path to the Tevinter mage for Hawke to start a battle between mages. It's not an easy battle, but it is over quickly.
Downing a lyrium potion and throwing one to Anders, Hawke makes her way for the stairs, ready for this night to be over with. A giant sigh escapes the party when yet another man in armor comes down, mocking them and calling for more men.
He is answered with a dying man gasping his last breath.
Marian's numbers pulse on her wrist as she stares at the stairs and she gasps at the strength and strangeness of it.
Her heart flutters, face heating up like the sun, and her breath catches. She'd not forgotten, but pushed it to the back of her mind, it wasn't important. She wasn't expecting to actually meet him with all this mess that was her life.
Now though, that it is actually happening, she can't stop the feelings from overflowing.
4
"Your men are dead"
3
"And your trap has failed"
2
A long legged man takes the steps one at a time, a man with a purpose
1
Hawke does not think her heart can stand the beating
0
Intense dark forest green eyes meet her cerulean blue.
Then the soldier calls him a slave and the elf turns around and rips his heart out.
Turning back to look at the group, blood dripping of his right hand, the elf winces and raises his left hand.
Four zeroes, just like hers, are slowly fading away from his left wrist, "What is this?"
Marian Hawke blushes profusely and stutters out her name, making herself heard before any of the men in her party, ruin this.
Danarius obviously hid Fenris'. I have it in my head that no matter what, if you meet your mate, your numbers are going to show... even if you don't know what it means.
