Whoo! Second chappie! Let's get to it!
Fenris: ...
Well?
Fenris: ...
Disclaimer!
Fenris: Libby doesn't own Dragon Age or me, thank god. Nobody owns me *goes back to staring out a window all broody-like*
Okay! Weirdo!
Chapter 2
Fenris POV
I trudged across the Hightown courtyard to Hawke's estate when I received her summons stating she needed my assistance once again. I sighed and walked faster through the rain that plastered my pale hair to my face. Seeking the warm entrance to the estate, I raised a fist in front of the door, only to have it open in front of me. Bodahnn smiled and stepped aside, welcoming me in his happy voice, stating that Hawke was waiting for me.I walked passed into the foyer, shaking my hair like a dog.
"Fenris!" a jovial soprano called from the living area. I walked in to see Hawke, Isabela, and Aveline sitting around the hearth.
Hawke's light yellow eyes sought mine and a smirk played on her perfect lips, "Someone forgot a jacket."
Isabela stood up from her position on the floor and stretched like a cat, revealing much of her voluptuous figure and sauntered up to me. A sly smile graced her lips as she rested a hand on my soaked chest, "There you are. We've been waiting, you sllowpoke," she leaned forward and whispered sensually, " I've been waiting for you. Do you need help with those clothes? Chafing is a bitch, you know. One time, at sea-"
Hawke and Aveline groaned and Aveline commanded, "Get off him, whore. We have business to attend to."
Isabela turned and pouted, never straying from her position in front of me, "Just because you're all creaky and unused, doesn't mean the rest of us have to be."
Aveline opened her mouth in retort, but Hawke stood up gracefully and announced, "I received a letter from Marithari stating that one of her important clanmates has gone missing. We have to get to the Dalish camp to retrieve her. We leave in the morning." It was then that I noticed the tired look in her eyes.
"You mean to tell me that I came all the way from Lowtown just for this? Why didn't you just put that in your letter?" Isabel turned and put her hands on her hips, exasperated.
"We all know you weren't in Lowtown. Probably in some drunkard noble's knickers," Aveline muttered receiving a chuckle from Hawke.
"You can stay here the night, if you must," Hawke said wearily, passing a hand over her brow, then realized her mistake at Isabela's roguish expression.
"All night, you say?" Isabela purred.
"Maker's Breath, she'll screw anything with legs!" Aveline laughed heartily.
"Some without," Isabela commented.
"No, scratch that," Hawke pleaded, "You sleep with the dog. She's much better company. I toss and turn when I sleep and I drool and..."
"Oh, Kitten. You won't be sleeping tonight." Isabela crouched to the ground with feline grace.
That's when Hawke started running, calling over her shoulder at Aveline and I, "Have a wonderful night Fenris and Aveline! Be safe getting back!" She ran into her room, attempting to close the door, but Isabela slipped in and it slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking a moment later. Clatters and yelps resounded through the door.
"Just got here and couldn't even get a word in," I spoke for the first time since I got here, laughing lowly.
"Those two certainly do know how to run their mouths." Aveline yawned, "I'll stay here to make sure Hawke gets out alive. Have a good night, Fenris."
"You too, Aveline," I said back as she walked up the stairs.
I strolled out of the estate, bidding good night to Bodahnn and Sandal as I walked by. Once outside, I paused, contemplating what to do next. I was no where near tired, so I settled on getting shit-faced and trudged to the mansion and went directly to the cellar.
Wine racks covered most of the walls, some covered in cobwebs while others contained fancy aged wine and spirits. I grabbed two bottles at random and hiked up the steps to the one ceaner room in the house. I sat on the bench and popped open a bottle of Antivan brandy. The memory of the conversation between Hawke and I surfaced in my mind. The stain still coated the wall, a reminder of good times. Hawke had become a very good friend, but she made it perfectly clear that they were nothing more than that.
Before I knew it, the whole bottle was downed and I grabbed for the other. Momentarily, that one was gone, too and I was beginning to feel it. I stumbled to the cellar and grabbed another bottle, drinking it on the way up the stairs. I bumbled into the room and fell onto the bed, rolling onto my back to be able to drink. Soon, sleep washed over me, blissful and silent.
I woke up to giggles and something cold and wet on my face.
Alright! I'm on a roll!
Fenris: *mumbles and snuggles the bottle closer to his chest*
Fenris is sleeping now, so I'm gonna have to be quiet.
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LOLJK!
Fenris: ! What the hell, Libby! I have a hangover! *groans and rolls over when I shine a light into his face*
Heehee!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! We'll get to the important part soon, I promise. BUT. The next chapter is gonna be in Fenris's POV again, sorry!
Fenris: I take offense to that.
Get over it.
Until next time!
~Libby c: