"Hawke! What have you done?" That vile bark alerted the red head and made her turn her gaze to the elven warrior standing and blocking the lounge's door way. His eyes blazed with absolute anger, it was almost a common sight for the past three weeks. The mage however didn't move from her place and kept her eyes on her book. Another hellish evening was about to take place and her tongue readily sharpened itself

"Well, I woke up, ate some pancakes, you know the ones with the berries and-" His fist slamming in to the wall silenced her and his breathing was heavy and audible,

"You know that is not what I'm talking about, Hawke! Damn you!" he cursed heatedly and marched further in to the room, his markings erring off a blue light that contrasted the fires orange glow.

"I thought I was already damned. Mage, remember?" She smiled, a cross breed of a sneer and grin that did nothing for her attractive features. He wanted to play this façade of mage hater while hen has bedded the very thing he detests? Then she would willingly play along, it had been two years since he'd even stepped inside her bedroom anyway.

"You helped seven mages escape from the circle!" He roared, muscles tense and locked refusing to come with in five steps of Hawke. Roxsanna stood calmly and closed her book, marking her page with a small fold and let her solemn eyes trail to his own blazing ones; hate practically pouring from his skin and contempt spilling from his eyes, like some fairy tail beast Hawke's father used to tell her about in his far fetched tails.

"I thought it was eleven? Maybe Anders didn't want to tell you the real amount." She shrugged turning her back to her companion to place the novella on a shelf, however Fenris charged forward, knocking the chair out of the way in his war path. Hawke span around him at facing his anger with her own calm eyes.

"Do so tell me, how you know they weren't blood mages? Or that they won't resort to blood magic while they are free? Can you be so assured they won't travel to Tevinter? Become Magisters? Take slaves!" He hissed his hands gesturing violently, she was almost convinced he wanted to hit her.

"Want me to track them down and decapitate them? Would that make you feel better? It really wouldn't surprise me if it did honestly." She barked. Now she knew he wanted to hit her. He glowed like a Christmas tree and the snarl on his face was monstrous.

"Blood, blood, blood, is that what you think I want?" He snapped as her white orbs narrowed

"No, I think, or so you've been saying all these years that you want mages imprisoned, punished for being what we are for no damn reason! All races have rights!" She hissed back feeling the hairs on her arms standing on end. Fenris' face came an inch from hers as he spat

"Mages are no longer human."

A fire started in Roxsanna's stomach and her white orbs turned pristine. A few books rattled on the shelves and her breathing picked up a deeper pattern, but she remained still. He would not win. Hawke closed her eyes. He would not enrage her and cause a rampage. He would not. Her eyes reopened and she took a deep breath in, then out.

"This…argument is pointless. Our opinions won't change no matter what either of us says, therefore your visit is fairly pointless." She snipped with frosty venom while being able to slip past the elf and move to her notes desk.

"That's rich, Hawke being the noble one. Forgive my petty opinion…" Fenris sneered. He was in a foul mood to begin with, a conversation with Anders being the start of his day; it didn't help that he had the guts to mention his and Hawke's crumbled relationship. He needed a release and when that abomination mentioned Roxsanna freeing a few mages with the blonde nitwit he made a beeline for her estate. It was his way of coping. His way of seeing her, getting that reaction of passion, but now she was straying from their usual song and dance. For a change she was keeping calm and it only bubbled up the worst in him.

"Your sarcasm is truly refreshing, why don't you indulge some of that humour with Varric or Isabella?" She bit impatiently sorting through the numerous papers, she wasn't reading any of them, just keeping her hands busy so they weren't around his neck…

He spotted bait and went for it.
"Maker knows that whores company would be better than yours." He scoffed while her shoulders started to shake slightly and the sound of crumpling papers hit him and he smirked. Self confidence, it's the only thing she lacked and it was a lovely weak point to hit when he wished her angry, enraged just like he was.

"…I am merely being myself, if that makes you think less of me then so be it." She muttered sourly while unfurling her fist and smoothing out the papers.

"…"

This had never happened before. She wasn't rising to his snaps and barks, though she shook like a leaf in Autumn. Fenris squinted at her form and edged around to try and see her facial expression, but she rounded on him with a vicious snap due to her seeing him at the corner of her eye.

"Why do you do this? Put me down! Fight with me? Even though you know my thoughts and feelings will never be swayed, bloody why?" She growled with glossy eyes that made his own widen.

"Have you got this image of me sticking around forever as you scream and shout at me for being a mage or supporting my own kind? And some times its not even about that! You pluck at my insecurities any chance you get when we argue! Every single frigging time! How much do you think I can stand? How much am I going to have to tolerate for you to know I'm a human with feelings and emotions! Not a magister! Not an abomination! And bloody well not an emotional punching bag!" She screeched advancing on him and in Fenris' shocked state he backed up from her, those eyes showing their own story of pain, pain that he'd inflicted.

Roxsanna Hawke did not have the skin of a bronto. She was just like every other woman, with every other woman's faults and habits, up and downs.

"I am not indestructible." She gasped narrowing her watering eyes at the elf who looked terrified. Maker, what had he done?

He knew this time…This time he'd pushed her too far and she was walking. The very action she was doing right now in fact; towards the door.

"Bodham will show you out when you wish to leave. I've had enough, Fenris." She muttered harshly not even looking back and he stood there gaping like some stunned fish.

Maker.

What had he done?