(Just a little heads up for all viewers, I started to write down my list of ideas for chapters and currently have 40 odd. So look forward is all I can say.
All my Luffs
-Abyss)
(PS: I currently have two Hawkes, they would be:
Roxsanna; serious face, mage friendly mage.
Roxi (Rox-I): Sarcastic, fun loving, rarely serious rogue.
These chapters will revolve around said mentioned females.)
The Hanged man was in total joyous havoc. Hawke had walked in with Isabella you see, and well, everyone in the Hanged man knows Hawke and Isabella. The rogue twirled around the various hands grabbing at her from drunken old sods she'd spent most of her life avoiding, but she danced her way to the bar with a merry tune she hummed happily next to Rivanni who was more than pleased to be at the Hanged man for a change, good deeds where far too over rated.
"I take it Varric is in his room?" Isabella asked the bartender who gave a flustered nod towards the two beauties that wore bold lazy smiles on their pretty faces,
"I thought he had carta business?" Hawke rose a brow slightly which only aroused a smirk on Isabella's lips
"What? Varric actually go to a meeting? Bloody hell, not likely. He's more of a lone soul of manliness, Hawke, one I need to go speak with now that I think about it!" Her hazel orbs widening at the sudden realisation. Hawke pouted at her best friend who strutted away from the bar
"But, but what if I get knocked out, put in a sack and kidnapped without you?" Roxi even managed a lip quiver with the set of large eyes she passed at the pirate queen who looked over her shoulder smirking darkly, the action made Hawke's stomach curdle.
"Hawke, the exact same thing would happen if I was there, you'd just have less room in the sack and a drunken conservationist along with you."
"Comforting!" Hawke shouted to the woman who was half way up the stairs giving a wave.
Well, tonight would be lovely. Isabella would fetch Varric and most likely Merill, Hawke would round up Aveline and Anders while Fenris would eventually come looking for her and get dragged in to the party, God help them if it was like the last celebration they had…Fenris had nearly killed her and Anders the next morning…
The arm sneaking around her waist suddenly stopped her day dreaming. It wasn't that arm that was always warm and with it brought the smell of spices and hot male musk, instead this one brought the putrid stench of stale ale and heavy body odour that turned Roxi's stomach. Maker's breath she felt her nose screaming for mercy. The sight was as un-pretty as the smell was. His half yellowed blackened teeth showing in a queasy grin that made Hawke snarl with disgust
"Champion, imagine seeing you here." His voice scratchy and hoarse with years of drinking and smoking, you could hear the phlegm bubbling at the back of his throat.
…
Oh, that thought was it, Roxi Hawke removed her self from his close person and took five large steps away from the man,
"Tell me, for my prides sake, you're asking for money and Maker help you if the answer is no." She breathed through her mouth refusing to take one small sniff from her nose that was most likely crying rivers at this point. Those teeth soon disappeared between chapped torn lips and a fuzzy matted black beard,
"That isn't very nice." He dead panned.
"When the hell did people start saying I was nice? A champion? Sure, but nice? Hell no." She scoffed ordering a cup of water. Alcohol made her far too hot, hot meant being uncomfortable, cold on the other hand made her feel wonderful and currently she wasn't feeling wonderful, that annoyed her and why wasn't Isabella being quicker?
"The bloke in the corner wants yer attention." The riff raff huffed and stumbled away leaving Hawke wide eyed, who the bloody hell would send a guy like that to introduce their presence? Well, it certainly got Hawke's attention.
Isabella leaned on the door frame to witness all three males; Anders, Fenris and Varric playing diamond back. She had to blink to make sure she hadn't hit her head…
"You're cheating." Anders muttered taking a side glare at the elf who huffed smugly and claimed the large pile of silver, so much for borrowing from Hawke.
"That's what you've been saying for the past three rounds." Fenris smirked like a kitten and it was fairly surprising to see the male at ease with Anders so near, but it was so refreshing
"Rivanni! Just in time for the twenty eighth round…" Varric muttered eyeing the two across from him, cheating bastards…He had to admire the spunk in the two.
"Wait, is this the reason you all skipped out in the latest mission?" She accused crossing her arms across her generous chest, but all males only stared at the cards in their hands intently, not saying a word.
Isabella took that as a yes.
"It's not like any thing would happen, you women can handle it easier than we can." The dwarf sweet talked with a grin that could melt butter, the two other grunted and hummed less charmingly
"Well, just so you know, Aveline's been fried, Merill walked off a cliff and Hawke died."
Fenris and Anders stood, both chairs crashing to the floor with a clatter, both terrified looks on their faces that Isabella absolutely loved
"Joking, every body lived. I died though, horribly." She grinned leaning down on the table, her chest almost spilling from her top, but the males had learned to ignore that habit of hers. Fenris snarled with an aggravated growl and looked down at his exposed cards, however his gaze went to Anders' own heated gaze on him.
"Why did you stand, mage? Hawke is not your responsibility." He half sneered to the twitching blonde who grit his teeth
"And if she were on her death bed could you heal her?" He barked back with narrowed honey slits, Anders had a point…and Fenris wanted to badly to stab him with it, but he had a valid point which he only dismissed with a snort. Varric's eyes looked from the elf to mage, unimpressed at the two fighting for the alpha wolf title,
"Can we get back to playing now?" He drawled leaning back on the wooden chair, but was interrupted by Isabella
"Nope. We're going to have a party." She purred picking up the main deck of cards in the centre of the table and slipping them down the front of her shirt, all male eyes widening at the sudden action, but widening even more at the word 'party'. Both the wolf and abomination swallowed thickly with wary looks
"Not a chance."
"No."
"You two don't still remember the last party do you? It was a simple drunken mistake! I've made plenty of them…"
"Never speak of that ever again!"
"It was one kiss!"
"Uh…Rivanni, you may want to stop talking now."
"Not many men try to gain a woman's attention by making her nose want to commit suicide, but I'm flexible." Roxi greeted the male with a smug smile standing in front of his table. He was handsome, which was saying a lot considering the bellow average looking men in the local tavern. His dark brunette curls and square jaw with hints of stubble and those deep sea green eyes which contrasted with her light venom orbs, pale unblemished skin. The tavern was, without a doubt, not his natural habitat.
It was amusing, fine clothing didn't seem to match with the ale and blood stained cheap wood table he was sat at, yet his relaxed form and lazy smile told he wasn't high strung like other nobles, but that was getting ahead, who said he was a noble?
"I should hope," He chuckled making Roxi's eyes snap back to his turquoise depths,
"But I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm Devdan." He smiled wider, his hand in offering of a shake, the strong slightly familiar accent shocking her…But he didn't state his last name, Maker that was the first things some nobles did.
"Hawke." The standing female answered quickly without any smiles and clasped his hand in a handshake.
It didn't feel right how he dominated over her smaller hand, it was strange, she was so used to thinner hands that were far more dexterous, not these bear paws. It unnerved her slightly. His smile was curved at the corners, it could have almost been a smirk.
"I've heard, then again, who hasn't heard of the great Hawke? Slayer of blood mages and evil doers!" He chuckled jestingly motioning his other hand while keeping her other hand in a firm grip and she smiled tightly,
"Well, good doers usually have less coin on their corpses." She sniggered bitterly the male across from her laughing cheerfully and letting go of her hand which she pulled back quickly and rubbed her other hand over it checking for any thing that wasn't on there before; marks on her finger nails, runes on her knuckles, blades wedged in to her palm she didn't feel before, there really was no telling what people did these days, but she was happy to feel and see nothing unusual.
"Pull up a seat, Hawke, I have some thing to discuss with you." He grinned merrily and Hawke's smile became more natural, tight, but natural. Roxi dragged a chair to the table and straddled it backwards leaning on the back with that same smile on her pretty face, Devdan also entertained the same smug curling smile.
"You know, you've really caught me at a bad time, maybe you could engage my help at a earlier time? How about next Tuesday? I don't party on Tuesdays." She sighed with a twitch in her smile that finally dropped the small 'u' shape her mouth made in exchange for a straight line when he again chuckled, dark and sensual, at her. Was every thing she said a joke to this man? Or did he just not get the hint that she kind of didn't want to speak with him, despite his amazing good looks in a bar of fuglies?
"I assure you the offer I have to make will be one you won't want to pass up."
"…You can't offer it on Tuesday?"
"No, Hawke, I can't." that playful smile was gone for an impatient smirk that made Hawke's brow rise at the transformation. How fun…
"All right then, carry on, speak up, say some thing." She huffed tapping her clawed gauntlets on the back of her chair.
"I take it your aware mages in-" She stabbed a finger at him before he could say another word, eyes narrowed at his taken aback expression,
"If this is about Templars and Mages so help me I will-" His hand took her hand in his large ones, her shocked expression bordering on the lines of silly looking,
"My dear lady, I would think you'd had enough for a life time. This offer has nothing to do with any of them, if you'd just listen," He soothed only making Hawke's hair stand on end at the sudden lingering warm skin on skin contact, she nodded stiffly not trusting her voice, to be fair she didn't trust the man either…
He smiled again, all smug and satisfied while standing and pacing around Roxi
"Now, say, a man doesn't make out a will and is murdered, the shares of his fortune, property…"
"Goes to his relatives in equal shares." Hawke finished unimpressed at where this is going, but his smile curved up again
"Indeed, commonly the house is sold and the money shared between all blood relations, however if a son is not blood and had some bad events with his father this should not effect the passing over of funds correct?"
"Let me guess, daddy dear died with you and him on bad terms, you didn't get a single bronze due to a corrupt political party and you throw a mini paddy and go seek out side involvement, correct?" She sighed lazily with a smile. The tick in his brow signalled she was indeed correct.
"My uncle inherited every single sovereign, the bastard is now dead thanks to you I believe." He bowed his head slightly while Hawke's brow knitted together trying to remember any one of importance, but mixed between Devdan's looks and voice she just couldn't connect any faces or names and thought no sense in thinking too deep with it.
"So you've gained every thing?" She asked leaning on her hand, what the bloody hell did she have to do? There was absolutely no job in his words unless there was some one else he wanted knocked off, in which she'd flat out refuse, murder for some one else's malevolent benefits didn't suit her in any way.
"I have, champion, and you have my full gratitude, enough gratitude for me to bring up my offer." He purred bending down to level his face with Roxi's who jumped at the closeness and leaned back as much as she could before she'd fall off. Hawke narrowed her eyes with a hiss and stood holding her cup to her lips and taking a healthy gulp
"Look, I'd take a guess and say your happy your uncles dead and all, but it was just a side effect of him getting in my way, I require no thanks for this, no go swim in your many gold coins, it's fun, I've tried it." She muttered dryly knocking back the cup of water
"If you marry me we could swim together in gold."
Hawke spat out her drink. Not that lady like 'oops! Teehee' bullshit, she sprayed the whole cups content out and choked. Not her most beautiful moments.
Devdan didn't look impressed as he watched the woman cough and hack up water,
"Well, you're enthusiastic at least." He drawled as her eyes snapped to him
"You're insane, no, no, no, no and bloody no." She said calmly after regaining her composure…and breath. She'd done some great saving stuff in her time, but no one wanted to bloody marry her!
Well…she had, but it had been off air head nobles that had not met her in a tavern…
"Why not? Don't tell me you're a romantic!" He laughed again as if her who emotional system where a complete joke and she grit her teeth at the sudden sight that made a grin widen her pink lips
"Well, see, your offer is really making my lover quite blue…"
"…You mean red with anger surely." He chuckled before his face met the table with a hard slam and Fenris snarled above him, his clawed gauntlet in his curly locks
"No. Blue. Hi sweetie." She grinned waving childishly at Fenris, his eyes darting to her
"Did he touch you?" Was his first question and Hawke tapped her chin, technically he did, but she smirked shaking her head.
"No, not really."
"'Not really'?" He barked pushing Devdan's face harder in to the wood.
"Hello Fenris." He laughed bitterly at the tanned male above him and Hawke's blood ran cold. Every thing was pulling itself together.
"Your uncle…"
"You…" That controlled voice shook as Fenris spoke and his blue glowing seemed to double in brightness.
"Managed to kill my uncle after all? Good for you."
"Oh, Maker…No! No! Fenris! Put him back down on the ground for a second!"
Hawke bit her thumb nail while staring at the black and blue nephew of Danarius. Her heart did summersaults, was she gonna have to kill him? Would Fenris kill him? Oh Maker, he was glaring at her back wasn't he?
"He is a blood mage, Hawke!" The tied up elf behind her shouted out raged at her hesitant nature
"Oh? Never been proposed to by a blood mage before." She squeaked more to herself than the elf that she refused to look at. He'd call her mean words! She didn't like mean words!
"Jeez, would you calm down, elf?" Varric soothed, but it was no use, Fenris was hell bent on ripping the male limb from limb. Even more so now he'd heard about proposing to Hawke, those ropes were making funny snapping noises too…
"Look, look, look! How many times have I said I love you?" Hawke twirled around eyes squeezed closed, she would not look at his glare, not at his glare, that would make mean words come…
"…I…" He stuttered at the sudden subject change, but noticed her closed eyes and dead panned
"I have lost count."
"How many times have you said you love me?"
"…"
Not once.
Oh, Maker.
"I-I, that is…"
"What? He hasn't said the three words yet?" Isabella piped up from the table
"Pretty cold." Varric muttered.
"You're both not helping. Doesn't matter! Just trust me for once, it's like your expecting me to go gallivanting off back to Tevinter with him!" Hawke pouted slightly as Fenris' temper stopped and he looked to his feet.
She wouldn't understand. Hawke was his in every way possible and for another male to even make a suggestion…
No, he was the alpha wolf when it came to Hawke.
And wolves mated for life.
"He's waking up." Varric noted seeing the human male rouse from his slumber. Groaning he opened his eyes, squinting at first before he saw Hawke and his eyes opened fully
"Hi?" She laughed timidly waving and rubbing her neck hoping for the noise to stay minimal…
"You! I swear if you don't let me out of here-" his shouting was cut short by Fenris' shouting
"You even touch her, you magic infected bastard and I'll-" he roared before Varric and Hawke silenced them with hands over mouths. Hawke slumped on Fenris' shoulder
"Um…maybe we need Merill and Anders? Maybe even Aveline…"
"Oh sod." Isabella whined like a child being told play time was over.
(Aha! Part one~ By the way! Devdan actually means 'gift of the Gods.' Fun fact for you there! Here have another, wolves do mate for life in a way seeing as they live together socially, but will stray in the sexual relationship. KNOWTHELEDGE IS FUN, NO?)