Walking towards Hightown his stomach had shrunk from nerves, I hated that feeling of smallness, beside him under his gaze was always intimidated exploratory and judgmental, it seemed as if he could see through your soul.
He had walked off the stairs to the chapel, up the stairs to the mansion borrowed from Fenris, had touched the door but no one answered.
He opened the door with the key Fenris kept in a secret location in case of losing it, she confided that location because you never know.
- Fenris.
- I'm here.
She went to her room, he stood before the fireplace, sharpening his sword. He looked thoughtful.
- Hawke.
- Fenris.
For a moment he had said nothing more, until he seemed to have gone out of his trance and offered to sit up, he always looked so sad he even once had joked with him Varric of his melancholy.
- Sometimes I wish I could make you happy - he had said without thinking and he looked surprised.
- What?
- I mean, you always see you as distant and unhappy, I would fill you with good memories and not unhappy to see you again.
- It's a good wish, just impossible, sometimes I think what will end after Danarius.
- Do you think staying in Kirkwall?
- Still not decided and I do plans.
- I understand, the end will you do after your old master, I just want you to know that you will always find a friend in me, now or after your release and you can find something more than friendship.
He had ventured to say that, Fenris the observed curious and well detailed, there was some hunger in their eyes, a certain ferocity. It was too hot in the room and felt his eyes undressing him, soon his neck seemed deeper and cuts on the sides of her dress seemed larger.
- Hawke's good to know ...
It seemed as if I was going to say something else but did not utter a word, was hatefully calling Hawke, said nothing feeling slightly disappointed - I ... had come with the intention to invite the hangedman, I have finally moved and I was wondering if you wanted to join.
- Of course.
- This time will not have to drive me home, though I appreciate that you did not let go with Isabella, the maker knows that things planned to do with me.
- Not really thought interrupt.
Marian looked at him with genuine curiosity - that is, is your life but when I heard you refuse and say that you loved someone else, I thought I tary - she did not remember having said that, in fact he did not remember anything like that, just how little Varric had told him - and I said who was that someone? - He refused and she sighed with relief.
- I think it's time I leave.
- Goodbye Hawke.
- See you later.
He left after giving a farewell smile.
Hours later, he had changed his robe and makeup was pretty good, always using his eyes red as he liked, his hair red wine fell from his shoulders, now let him loose for a change, his gray eyes shone more with its red shadow, well settled her cleavage and only thought he was arranging for a person or rather for an elf.
Minutes later, was meeting with Varric, Isabella and Merrill. Aveline was on duty. Anders had come and was speechless to see Marian.
- Hawke, you look wonderful.
- Thanks Anders, took a seat.
He had done but was surprised at her, that had bothered him. She was waiting for the door opened and Fenris will appear, but it was not for the moment.
A couple more drinks and Varric had waved to talk alone.
- Hawke, I have ordered a mission through the coast, it could take a couple of days, is to find a thief lyrium, lyrium of the dealer asked me to meet him, we are offering 16 sovereigns.
- That is good news, why not mention it in front of others?
- For possibly prefer a small and select group.
- Let's See Who want to be?
- You, rivaína and phosphorescent elf, of course I do.
- Why do not men?
- I think you enough.
Marian smiled, it seemed a good plan, Varric told to leave tomorrow morning and that he had already mentioned to Isabella, only missing Fenris and it was better for her to speak with him because this was always grumpy. The elf took the time to come, she smiled and he paused to observe it in its entirety, but said nothing.
Several drinks later and still midnight, Hawke had decided that if they wanted to leave so early should rest, not to speak on the subject in front of Anders and Merrill, told them he was sleepy. They had complained but ultimately had not said much, she leaned over to whisper in his ear Fenris he needed to talk to him alone.
She had left the room Varric alone, waiting for him to find the right time to say goodbye to others. Marian walked with difficulty to his room, I was really dizzy and had the courage to stop producing alcohol.
He left the door open to let the elf and dropped her back in bed. He came quickly, closed the door behind him. Sometimes she wished she could take a look so sad kisses force, wanted to see his face sunk in happiness or even pleasure, strongly wanted to please him.
- Did you want to talk to me?
- Much more to talk Fenris but sometimes I think I arrancarías the heart if I did - smiled foolishly.
- What? - Asked incredulously.
- Ah ... nothing major, I called you because tomorrow morning we'll go take a trip to Costa Injury thief looking for a lyrium, the pay is four sovereigns apiece and I included it because I thought the money would be nice - spoke awkwardly, he accepted without many punches - do you hate me for being wizard? If I'm good - Marian asked as he rose from the bed awkwardly.
- Even the good wizards are destroyed by desire for more power.
- Oh ... Fenris, there are many things I want rather than power - whispered as he approached, he stood still - many things, one being that I want more than the power, would give any amount of my power for a chance.
He felt the courage to corner him against the wall - anything to be able to play - she whispered as her hand tried to touch the exposed skin of his arms, felt soft to the touch and took her wrist Fenris, trademarks slightly shining, his face was hatred - Hawke do not touch me, I do not like anyone to touch me - that really hurt him - it's a shame ... I ... - but finally thought to say - I must be a real masochist, sorry Fenris - he left upset .
That night he dreamed of Fenris Marian, with her touch and the warmth of his proximity, he dreamed that I kissed her lips and disappeared into it, got up sore and angry, too upset and unsatisfied.
Almost mid-morning Fenris waited outside to be available from hangedman. He did not like all this what if now hated, never to see it? There was a real stupid last night.
But rather than resolve saddened by his absence, he arrived. There was not even late, reluctantly waved and stopped her. He hated her.
Completing the day had reviewed a cave where Varric heard the rumor that he was, but there were only living corpses. Launched a trail of ice to last, but a new group out of the earth, made a few moves - déjenmelos me - spoke before any closer, called a firestorm, while holding the spell, he heard something was behind her, saw a Fenris be thrown through the air until the storm where explosive fireballs fell, one was going to drop him. He ran only to see Isabella and Varric fight a sort of commander revived. He stood next to Fenris for a field, a ball dropped on them without hurting them.
- Are you okay?
Apparently upset with active lyrium brands, attacked the body and pulled her head putrid. I wanted to ask if she was okay but it was obvious also that much hate for being so attentive to him. Perhaps it was best forgotten. Perhaps it was best to forget it through someone else but not seen with Anders or anyone else.
He had to apologize.
Perhaps his brand was hurt when touched, and if so I really had forgotten.
- This is a waste of time - Isabella snarled.
- Only took one day on this, do not you want the reward? - Varric questioned.
- We should get to the entrance and rest, we will resume the mission long before sunrise - directed Marian as she walked to the exit.
- I love it when Hawke turns in leading plan - Isabella spoke with a smile.
- Me too ... it's almost poetic - Varric that was said with a smile.
Around a campfire Marian had spoken - maybe not in a cave and you are outdoors, we should separate and scrape along the beach, do you still have flares Varric? - Then he nodded continued - where to find it and it is accompanied, we would send a signal.
- I agree, as long as I go with Varric - Isabella spoke.
- Why him?
- Because his chest hair gives me incredible luck, Hawke quiet that you and I can be together in my room hangedman.
- Isabella, I do not really like women.
Varric I was curious dwarf, it would not stop until it was quenched.
- The other night you said you liked someone who is Hawke? - She continued to see the fire, hoping that his silence did not keep asking him - I think it should be among the blond elf or phosphorescent - if Marian was eating or drinking something would have drowned - who said there must be someone on the team ? - She asked nervously, Isabella smiled slyly and looked at the elf who seemed intent on ignoring the conversation - Hawke I spend all day with you, I know no one else visits.
- Now let me Varric, you can go to hell of nug.
- Then continue talking to Isabella with this.
He got up and was followed by the pirate. He had been alone with the elf, was heartbroken, if only he had returned.
- I Fenris ... sorry, I did not mean to hurt you.
He looked surprised and as always with that hatred and unhappiness in the background. His eyes were so beautiful - what do you mean Hawke? - Hated not to remember which meant nothing to him last night, she could have had a few drinks but remember above all - touch - had whispered too low - you could not hurt - it felt like a girl at his side.
- Do not hurt me.
That had been another kick to his pride - okay, then apologizes for touching - like why should someone who did not like it? It was all so silly. He looked uncomfortable - I should not react well, that was wrong on my part, it's just that I'm not used to the touch, it was ... strange - she looked into his eyes dying to kiss him, then decided that although he was not applicable not leave open the possibility to feel his lips.
Determined first took her gloved hand for support, and the next thing he felt was his lips were soft and although they had not moved, paralyzed with surprise, with the other hand took him by the neck and kissed him as she would have liked him to do, by printing all of your feelings on it. Fenris accounted kiss, his lips moved in a dance, something innocent but full of pleasure, licked his lips desperate to drink it, he opened and she deepened the kiss. He gave her small licks his tongue, I knew him, knew as expected, moved his tongue against hers shy. And he felt new desires, new longings.
He ended the kiss.
But she could have continued without stopping. Its brands glimmered, was surprised. Or maybe angry? He got up and walked away, angry.
That morning they had managed to capture the thief and return the shipment of lyrium to its owner the same day. Fenris and Marian never talked about that night.