GO! Chapter 7!
Chapter 7 used CAPTIVATE READERS!
It was (hopefully) super effective!
Sorry, guys. I've just been really obsessed about Pokemon (I can't do the little e slashy thingamabobber /(_ _)\).
SO. CHAPTER 7. READITPLOX.
c: Disclaimer pl0x?
Fenris: *grumbles* Libby doesn't own me or Dragon age but owns that pretty lady.
Telum: *blushes*
WHY YOU DO DIS?
Chapter 7
Fenris POV
"Oh, what is this?"
"Why in Void are their clothes still on?"
"Not everyone's a whore like you, Isabela."
"I prefer 'open to options'."
"No, you're just a whore."
I opened my eyes and saw red. Lots of it. Like a bunch of roses got drunk and didn't have a happy ending. The smell was different, however. Like cinnamon and mint. A weird combination, but it worked. It was also warm. It was then I realized that all the red was Telum and somehow I had moved toward her in the night. My arm was draped around her waist, my face was pressed into her hair and our legs were intertwined.
I sucked in a breath and sprang away from her and landed on the floor in a heap. Hawke, Isabela, and Aveline looked down at me. Hawke and Isabela peered down condescendingly. Aveline just burst out laughing so hard, she had to leave the room. Her howling could be heard through the door.
Telum stirred and groggily swiped a hand across her face. She opened her ice blue eyes and blushed.
"Oh, Maker, this is not what it seems," she explained.
Hawke reached down and plucked a long string of red hair from my head. She looked from me to Telum, then back to me, then back to her, giving me a pointed look every time her eyes landed on me.
"From my angle, it doesn't look like it," Isabela chuckled and plopped onto the bed next to Telum, "I'm liking you more and more, kitten. Did you think we would catch you in the morning, so you threw your clothes on? Judging by the rip on Fenris's shirt and that smashed end table, I'd say it got pretty rough."
She wiggled her eyebrows and Fenris rubbed his temples, "No amount of truth could ever convince them it didn't happen."
Telum peered over Isabela's shoulder and flashed a saucy grin, "Are you regretting the eventful night we had last night, Fenris?"
Hawke and Isabela's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the question. As did mine.
This was a mean game she was playing. Although last night was eventful, the way Telum said it clearly suggested something dirty. And that's exactly how Hawke and Isabela took it.
Isabela grabbed Telum's right hand and Hawke grabbed the other. They hauled her out of the room, no doubt to press for details. That left me, sitting on the floor, confused as hell.
I shook my head and stood up slowly, recalling what really happened last night.
I was startled when I heard yelling in Orleasian coming from the guest room. Then silence, then a crash and more yelling. No, *crying*. Telum was crying.
I ran as fast as I could to the room, only to find it locked. I hollered at her through the door, nearly kicking it down. That was when I saw the seal of magic on the door. There was a demon in the house.
More Orlesian, then I heard Telum cry, "Easily! Because you're not my mother!"
What?
I was thoroughly confused at that point. What was her dead mother doing in Kirkwall? Let alone in Telum's room.
I heard screaming in Orleasian, then a dying gasp. All was quiet and a second later, I burst into the room. She was huddled at the end of her bed, shoulders shaking. Her whole body was. I walked over and laid a hand on her shoulder as she whimpered pleads in Orlesian.
Then I just had to be lame and say I didn't know Orleasian.
And the lyrium connection we had was extremely odd. I could comfort her with a touch now. It was...unreal.
I let out a huge breath and went to go see where the three women went.
Aveline was leaning against the doorway of the kitchen when I found them. She was smirking at me.
"What?" I said, suspicious.
"Oh, nothing. But even a fool can see that you two were made for each other," she crossed her arms.
I sputtered and sighed, "Stultus es, mulier."
"Oh, I feel so insulted!" she cried sarcastically.
I smiled a little, "I think you've been hanging around Isabela too much."
She scowled and held the door open for me.
Hawke and Isabela had their backs to me, hands on their hips. I could barely make out Telum in the chair in front of them.
Just then, Hawke through her hands into the air in exasperation, "Andraste's tits, she gives more vague answers than Anders!"
Isabela plopped into the nearest chair and covered her eyes with her hands. She dragged them down her face and groaned, "She's cunning, I'll grant her that."
Telum just sat there, a smug smile on her lips, "Is it your turn for interrogation, Fenris?"
The two women's eyes practically glowed as they settled on my face.
Telum stood and breezed past me. She brushed her hand against mine and a thought entered my mind: Good luck, Fenris.
I jumped and stared at her, wide-eyed, as she left the room.
Hawke and Isabela practically threw me into the chair and started firing questions.
"What is Telum to you?"
"Did you two have sex?"
"Do you love her?"
"Why did you share a bed?"
"Are you going to tell her?"
"And why in the Void were your clothes still on!?"
By the time they finished their little rant, my head was spinning. I will never underestimate the strength and power of two women who want information ever again. It's like trying to run through a hurricane.
I heard giggling outside and a faint, "Do you think he'll cave?" from Aveline.
I flexed my jaw and crossed my arms. Fine. I'll play their silly game.
"It's exactly as Telum said. It was...quite the night," I stood up and brushed the shoulder of my tattered shirt, "If you'll excuse me."
I left them gaping like fish to the door, only to find more fish on the other side. I tipped an imaginary hat at Telum and a seductive grin appeared on my face. She blushed and ducked her head.
I sauntered to her room and grabbed my chestpiece, throwing off the scratchy shirt and replacing it with the worn leather armor that fit like a second skin.
As I walked out of the room, I noticed Telum's armor stacked neatly by the bedside. I grabbed it and trudged over to her.
"Suit up. We're going out," I said firmly.
She took the clothes and looked at me, puzzled.
"You haven't seen Kirkwall during the day," I explained.
"Oh, no, no, no! We have look for Sol's blush flower thing on the Wounded Coast!" Hawke stated indignantly.
I sighed and turned to face Telum, who had a grin on her face.
"Don't you think Sebastian should have a day off? I am quite the shot," she suggested.
Hawke brightened and grasped Telum's shoulders, "Brilliant! Let us make haste. Don't want Sol to go out of business so soon. He gives me a discount on health potions."
Telum grinned and skittered off to a room to change.
Hawke turned a serious gaze on me and uttered the words I would never want to answer, "You truly like her, don't you?"
I hesitated, then whispered, "I really have no idea, but I know I can't leave her alone."
"Well as long as you share, I'm sure we can cut a deal," Isabela purred.
Hawke walked over and slapped the back of her head on her way to the front of the house.
Isabela, rubbing her head, grumbled, "I expected that."
I chuckled and followed after her, leaving Isabela muttering cuss words to the air.
Telum rushed out of a nearby room, breathless. She strung her bow across her back and picked up her quiver, "Shall we get moving?" she asked, strangely eager.
Hawke grinned, "Way ahead of you."
She flung open the door and started for Sundermount.
Once we were out of Kirkwall, I heard humming. I turned to see Telum picking a largely blooming flower, breathing a smooth tune that barely carried across the space between us. The flower she held was as blue as her eyes, the color fading as it reached the petals. The inside was a deep blue with bright red in the middle, like Telum but opposite.
Hawke looked at the small piece of parchment that contained the sketch Sol made of the flower and grinned, "This is it. Not a long walk at all."
"But I wanted to kill something!" Isabela whined.
Hawke took out a book from her pack and opened it to a specific page. She traced the unfamiliar words of the page with her finger, "We still have to find that qunari patrol."
"It's probably just the Tal-Vashoth," I sighed.
"One might think,"Hawke pursed her lips, "But something tells me it's magic of sorts..."she trailed off.
"What a surprise," I said, throwing up my arms.
Telum shot me a look and I immediately shut up.
Isabela eyed me, her expression unreadable. I looked away quickly from those unnerving amber eyes.
"Let's just do that. I've heard rumors in my clan that the qunari are not known for their patience," Telum suggested, "That aside, I'm just itching for a fight."
Everyone laughed and we started pressing toward the Wounded Coast.
We chattered as we walked on the smooth sand, but fell silent as soon as Hawke's head snapped in the direction of the small island off the coast.
My lyrium tingled. I turned slowly to see Telum scratching her arm and face. Her lyrium was acting up, also. Hawke's suspicions were correct. Thus, when Hawke broke into a sprint, we followed, unsheathing our weapons.
Hawke skidded to a stop when she saw all the corpses of slaughtered qunari scattered over the sand. The contrast of red on white was startling. Even qunari blood runs red like a mortal man's.
A huge explosion suddenly wracked the earth when a rage demon crawled from the ground. Shades appeared from black smoke and glided toward us, malicious intent in the orb of light that was their eyes. I ran forward, a blur of blue, and arched my sword upward. The shade was severed in half, sliding back into the ground. I spun and sliced up the shades that surrounded me, some staggering and others divided at the waist. Arrows rained above him and he turned to see Telum rapidly firing arrows at any nearby shades. Hawke was at her back, discharging spell after spell.
Telum reached up to grab for another arrow, but clutched at air instead. She strung her bow across her chest and retrieved two daggers from her boots. Just as a shade grabbed at her arm, she beheaded it in a flash. She never moved from Hawke's side, which was very wise of her, seeing as Hawke was very vulnerable as a mage.
Speaking of vulnerable, I should probably watch my back. Before I could, however, fire raked down it. I hissed and turned. The rage demon loomed over me and swiped at me once again. I tried blocking, but I was too slow. The unnatural fire burned white-hot on my arm and I stumbled backwards. The demon was suddenly encased in ice. I sprang into action and crashed my sword down onto the demon's head.
A terrible roar rang in the clearing. The demon sank into the soil, never to come back.
"Loot the bodies," Isabela said greedily.
Telum was suddenly at my side. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me forward. I crashed into the sand and growled in anger. Most would cower from the noise, but Telum was not most people.
"Oh, shush," she snapped, "You're injured."
"You didn't have to push me down like an animal," I grumbled.
A sly grin flashed on her face and my cheeks heated.
"Lyrium," she commanded.
Like twitching a finger, my lyrium blazed to life. She took off her glove and pressed her hand on my back under my shredded shirt. I shivered involuntarily and groaned when her fingers slid into my wound. Red light twisted into my peripheral vision.
"*Guérir, mon cher. Guérir, ma chère, inverser l'horloge et le temps.
Guérir, mon cher. Guérir, mon cher, n'oubliez pas de toujours être le mien.
Vous devez être bien, vous devez être mieux. Alors que nous serons toujours ensemble.
Soins, oh, guérir mon cher!" she sang softly under her breath.
"You-know I -gah!-don't know Orlesian," I gasped through the odd sensation spreading across my back.
She chuckled breathlessly.
Suddenly, I knew every word:
Heal, my dear. Heal, my dear, reverse the clock and time. Heal, my dear. Heal, my dear, be sure to always be mine. You must be well, you must be better. So that we will always be together. Heal, oh, heal my dear!
I sucked in a breath, "How...?"
Telum shushed me and continued to work.
The sensation faded and I sat upright.
"I believe it is a telepathic connection," she explained.
I must've looked really confused, for she sighed, "If you think of healing toward me, like the first night, I healed, correct? And you were thinking of comfort after my mother, correct? And after my 'interrogation'. You see? It's a sort of telepathic thing!" she was excited by the end of her speech.
Everything clicked together then. I smiled and laughed. I leaned back on one arm, the other resting on my knee and howled with laughter.
Telum started chuckling, too. The racket grew enough to catch Hawke and Isabela's attention. They started for us, but before they could reach us, I leaned forward and whispered close to her ear, "Does this mean we are destined for each other?" my lips brushed the skin and multiple piercings on her ear.
She reached a hand up and placed it on my chest, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, too.
"I certainly hope so."
My face flushed and I leaned back to see her face was the same. She started to giggle, and I soon joined in.
Hawke approached with amused suspicion, "What is this? Are you seeing this, Isabela? Are those teeth?"
Isabela just cast a knowing smile at me and my brow furrowed.
Telum stood and held her hand out to me, "You're all healed now."
I smirked and took it. She hoisted me up and I stumbled into her, apologizing.
"You can make it up to me later," she said, loud enough for the other two to hear.
They turned their heads, surprise clear on their faces.
We looked at each other and burst into laughter. I can't remember the last time I've ever laughed like this before. A sudden panic took over me. I am seriously falling in love with a woman I met yesterday. But...I didn't mind it. I want to accept it, just as I hope she will accept me.
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Fenris: Oh, god-
UFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUUUUUSOCUTEEE!
Telum: Never do that again.
Kitty: *whines in agreement, covering her ears with her paws*
Telum: Good boy!
Kitty: WOOF. :P
Soooooo I probably won't see you guys for a while. Because Pokemon. Still can't do the accent thingy.
OR MAYBE YOU WILLL!
Stay Awesome!
~Libby c: