"I'm not taking about this." Hawke sang nervously while Isabella sighed and frowned prodding her close friend's shoulder

"It's only a small question Hawke…"

"Go poison some birds."

"Oh, that's mature."

Hawke countered with sticking out her tongue, Isabella rolling her eyes only grunted and playfully glared

"I could always ask Fenris you know." She taunted as those venom green eyes turned to the tanned woman with such benevolent sparkles

"You think he'll tell you anything?" She cooed cradling the ale glass in her perfect hands, as Isabella leaned back her a sinister smirk of her own playing on her scarlet lips

"He certainly does talk quite a bit when he's drunk, I can tell you that, oh and he does have a lovely pair-"

Hawke felt her cup crack under her sudden iron grasp, the sound cutting Isabella off.

"Isabella…" I warned, feeling that cold, hard rage crawling and dragging itself up my spine to flow from my fingers while the ebony haired woman stood quickly and laughed nervously currently moving towards the exit, smart move. A cool air settled around the table that made Bella very nervous.

"Hawke, you know me! Nothing happened!" She squeaked trying a grin, as that venom like glare seemed to be burning mocha like skin to a crisp under such scrutiny.

I was far from happy, no one touched him, no one flirted with him either, if they wanted to live long.

Isabella was crossing a deeply engraved line.

Isabella knew how easily jealous Hawke got when women were around him, then she says she got him drunk and chatty! She could feel her hand starting to burn (ice burn), desiring to kick in to full force and freeze the woman's face in to place…then take a sledge hammer to it...

"Isabella, you know how I get…" The raising woman hissed as hazel like eyes increased in worry and regret at speaking.

"Well, I'd better go sort out those mustard yellow silks on my ship." She laughed turning tail and making haste to that wooden haven she called a ship. Hawke would have to have words with that tanned God of an elf, a few loud ones.

"Fenris, glad you're here!" The black haired woman grinned as one ebony eye brow rose on the elf's face

"Hawke, you called for me?" So formal, even though he'd hammered her worse than a bent nail, as Isabella and Aveline liked to say it. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I just wanted your company is all, I just got some wine from the latest saved victim, thought you'd like to share it is all." She shrugged smiling and wandering off in to the large living room, not sparing the small strut in her walk she normally harboured. She could easily hear him following, a smile gracing her lips moving wider. The large bottle of red wine stood tall on the desk cluttered with notes from all party members and other task reminders. Seizing the bottle in her smooth grip and removing the cork with no problem as that steel like rage was still festering inside her, she wouldn't let this go, Isabella with her lover when drunk, most likely alone, with her seeing a 'lovely' pair of some things that belonged to Hawke- ah, she meant Fenris.

That rage only grew as she turned her innocent eyes and tight smile to the blinking, clueless male she'd grown such deep feelings for.

"Uh…Hawke?" He questioned steadily as I slammed two cups down and poured two decent amounts in to each of them. She got him drunk? I'd get him bloody drunk.

A small giggle bubbled from my smiling lips as I watched his wary face. He looked so cute when he was suspicious, but that wasn't the point this time.

"You know how I hate you drunk with women…" I muttered as that smile fell in to a deep frown and Fenris' face fell and he creased his brow

"You mean Isabella?" He questioned as I gave up this sickening sweet charade and scowled deeply gritting my teeth, but relaxed to speak clearly

"Yes, Isabella, it'd better have only been Isabella…" I hissed as his brow creased even more violently,

"Damn it, Hawke! Of course it was Isabella! You even think I would entertain the company of another woman other than you?" He snapped making me flinch ever so slightly and a pang of guilt hit me like a shock wave, though that happened whenever he shouted at me.

"Well, I'd hoped not, but then Isabella-"

"You believed a thief, whom is a compulsive liar and a whore? Hawke how much sense do you actually have? Or did you will it all away as you pranced with blood mages over the free marches these last few years?" He was being particularly vicious tonight…She turned and sank down in to the red armchair in the middle of the room and moved a hand over her eyes.

"I take all this snapping as a sign you didn't entertain any other company than me then?" The mono-toned voice only seemed to work him up even more, and was he glowing already? Oh Maker.

He honestly couldn't believe it. Inviting him over with a rather stoic message at that and then accusing him of adultery? Even insisting it wounded his pride!

No doubt the lyrium started to pulse and shine under his skin causing a steady pounding pain washing over his body, only fuelling his rage. Fenris stomped over to Hawke's withdrawn figure and seized the hand from her face and pulled her back, exposing her from the hiding form and showing her big emerald eyes to him.

"No I haven't don-!" His shouting was cut very short.

Was she crying? Oh no, she couldn't do that, that was completely against the rules. Hawke didn't cry, well in front of people any ways, not even when her mother died did she cry in front of him. Now she was crying? Her brow immediately furrowed angrily and she growled yanking her arm away from his hard grasp.

"Okay, I get the point! Can you blame me for being worried as hell? I hear from the whore's mouth that she got drunk with you! What am I supposed to think? 'Oh they must have had a wonderful enlightening chat about how much of a wonderful woman Fenris has and will be completely not pointing out her lacking chest measurements!' Yes! That's exactly what I thought! I never once had doubts I wasn't good enough! Nope not Hawke whose supposed to be an ideal of wonder and confidence! No, not me!" She snapped back her voice rising to shouting levels, breaking occasionally from the tears and tension. It was rather obvious she'd stressed and thought about this for quite a while, the most negative outcomes plaguing her mind for however long she'd found out.

"I almost froze her, Fenris, I could of…" She couldn't finish her sentence. His snarl softened down and he just watched her shaking, tears slipping down her cheeks, and eyes becoming bloodshot and the surrounding area's red and puffy. They'd never gotten this badly in to an argument, well if they had Hawke had never cried at the very least. The glowing died down and he sighed looking down at his feet closing his eyes in silent contempt for his temper.

This was some thing she didn't take lightly it seemed. He opened his eyes once more and sighed lightly. Placing a hand on her head he leaned down towards her, those venom green eyes looking up at him, the venom seeming absolutely sapped from her. He knew she'd be okay with time, but now she was hurting, now he'd have to comfort her, no matter how awkward he felt.

He gave a small one sided smile and Hawke looked at him with trembling orbs.

"What lacking chest measurements?."

She swatted him.