Strength
She'd known when he'd first walked down the steps in the Alienage that he was strong, muscles rippling as he stalked down to face them. Fierce eyes, a strong jaw, and a tangible fury. But…
"He's not here," the elf said, his rich voice full of disappointment, those too straight shoulders slumping under the weight of obvious despair. Hawke stood behind him silently amonsgst the old furnishings, dusty and undisturbed, not knowing what to say to this strange man who had just lost his chance at freedom. He shook his head, "I…need some air," he said quietly, stark white hair covering his chiseled face as he moved passed her quickly.
Hawke listened as the door slammed in the distance and shot a weighted look at Varric and he nodded back.
She had known the elf was powerful, assured after this recent fight, his wild fury carrying them through smoothly. But as the memory of the devastation in those fierce green eyes lingered she started to think that even in his weakness that ex-slave was possibly the strongest man she'd ever met.
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also check out my other, main story: The Curse - Two years after the Deep Roads Hawke and Fenris have began to drift apart. But when something horrible happens in a magic shop Fenris must fight to keep himself away from her - and Hawke away from Anders. rated M! F!HawkeXFenris!