It was a cold Kirkwall night as two very drunk warriors, called it a night and stumbled out of the hanged man leaning on each other as they did so. Varric had offered for the two to stay in his suite for the night, (and maybe sleep off some of the alcohol) but the two of them had declined. There logic told them they were both going the same way and they would be fine. It wasn't like many people these days thought it was a good idea to take on the champion, more so if they could see his elf glued to his side.
As they leaned on each other to keep balanced they stumbled through the streets of lowtown a rare smile stuck to Fenris's face as they ascended the steps towards their homes. The bottles they held in their hands clinked against their armour with every step they took incoherent chuckling erupting every few moments. Neither one of them were quite sure on what was so funny, but whatever it was in their minds it was hilarious.
By the time they reached Hawke's front door, the snow had begun to fall heavily making an even blanket across the floor and everything else it touched, including the stumbling drunks. The two didn't know when they had begun to feel the cold but they had soon realised it by the time the shivering had started. Even the red scarves that hung round their necks weren't helping.
Though it seemed as though after a moment the alcohol in there systems batted away the cold and they stopped leaning on each other to attempt to say goodnight. A sudden pat on the shoulder from Garrett signified his farewell.
"Night, fen. Get back safe."
Fenris himself didn't speak at all, only nodded his head in response a lingered for a second longer than he intended, before turning to leave. Once again he regretted not being able to bring up what happened three years ago and soon the brooding began again. Luckily it was only short lived as something hard, yet soft, hit him square in the back of the head.
Turning quickly, his senses kind of impaired, he prepared himself to fight whatever had attacked him. Though as he put his hand on his blade of mercy, his eyes caught the shape of a sniggering Hawke. He tried to frown, but as he saw snow covering the other warriors gloved hands a smirk crawled onto his face.
"Hawke did you just throw something at me?"
Though as this was said the only response was a goofy sort of grin gleaming at him as they former bent down about to scrape up some more snow from the ground. Within seconds another snow ball was hurtling towards his face. Ducking, as the ball of snow flew over his head he grabbed some snow off the floor and launched it at Garrett. Not that it went far; it just disintegrated into the air as Fenris hadn't formed it into a ball.
Fenris's brow's twitched into to a frown as a laugh burst out from Hawke's direction. Looking up to face him he couldn't stop himself from smiling back. When the laughing stopped for a moment it was quiet, until Garrett broke the silence.
"Hey Fen? … Wanna make snow people?"
Cocking an eyebrow the elf looked at the man in front of him. Was he seriously suggesting they play about in the snow like children? Just as he was about to shake his head and say no, something in him made him nod. He wasn't quite sure what, but tonight he would blame it on the wine.
Nearly twenty minutes passed in silence as they both concentrated on making there snow people, though Fenris spent the majority of him time poking at a little snow mountain he had made, thinking to himself. He thought about what happened three years ago and everything in-between.
All of a sudden he snapped out of it as he felt a warm presence crouch down beside him.
"So… Who did you make?"
The elf stared down at the lump of snow that he had poked two holes that ran all the way through the snow, for eyes and had two small twigs for arms.
"It's Anders."
Garrett looked at it for a vague second staring at it a little too hard, and then let out a chuckle.
"It doesn't even look anything like him Fen! I wouldn't have guessed if you hadn't said!"
The elf just frowned and stuck his fingers through the snow to where the eyes were on the other side. Taking a deep breath, he lit up him markings so a vivid blue light shone through the eye sockets. As he did so he began to mimic Justice.
"I WILL HAVE JUSTICE. FREEDOM FOR MAGES…Blah blah blah."
He trailed off towards the end as he couldn't stop himself from laughing at the face Hawke was making. It was cross between amusement, shock and laughter. So really it wasn't long until the Champion let out a raucous laugh, which began to echo round hightown.
"Hah.. Ah, now I see the resemblance."
Garrett barely managed to say this without chuckling as the laughter within him died down. As it did, Hawke heaved himself up and beckoned Fenris to do the same. It was his turn to show the elf just who he had made. Draping his read scarf over the top of the snow's head, he began to laugh again.
"Guess who."
Fenris looked at it and knew who it was instantly. It was Meredith's look-alike. Or at least it would have been apart from her bottle for and arm and sticks for eyes. The elf must have given away immediately that he knew who it was because Garrett wrapped his arm around its neck and grinned mischievously.
"Don't you think we make a good match?"
This time neither of them could hold in the laughter as it erupted out of them. They could barely breathe as they continued to snort and giggle into the night air. Fenris opened his mouth to speak but it came out in the midst of a much needed breath of air.
"You missed something."
Crouching down, he picked up the missing object, a broken carrot that lay forgotten in the snow, continuing to laugh to himself and stuck it to the snow woman's face. The ridiculousness of it all just made them laugh all the more, both of them leaning on either side of the new knight commander of Kirkwall.
When the laughter died down, a haunting silence descended on the two of them. At first the elf thought he was imagining it but as it dragged on for longer and longer it began to have it effect.
"Fen…I've missed this…"
Fenris looked up at the man in front of him. The laughter had left his eyes and they were just filled with a look of melancholy. Turning his head away so he wouldn't be pained by seeing that expression on his face any more, he mumbled to himself.
"Me to…"
