The streets of Hightown had been host to many strange pairings…though each shopkeeper or stall owner had yet to see anything like the group currently browsing the market.

It consisted of a pirate, a dwarf, a mysterious looking woman, and the main object of all the stares…a white haired, tattooed elf with a sword almost as long as he was tall strapped across his back. He followed a few steps behind the others, a grim expression on his face and Maker protect whoever made eye contact with him.

They were shopping…Fenris HATED shopping. As they entered yet another shop he suddenly got the urge to reach into his own chest and rip out his heart. ANYTHING to get out of this…

"OOOH what do you think of this?" Isabela's voice rang out as she picked up a particularly revealing garment.

"I think you show enough skin for all the women in our merry band of misfits already Izzy." Imoen quietly responded, her cheeks flushing a delicious red as she glanced away from the corset. Fenris loved it when she blushed for it began at her ears before spreading down her long neck and flaring across her cheeks. He instantly cursed himself for noticing…he was supposed to be ignoring those thoughts not entertaining them.

"Once again you get in the way of my fun, you prude!" Isabela teased, picking up an even more revealing one…though this one was silver instead of the earlier red, "Oh Fenris!" She sang, shoving Imoen against the wall she leaned against, holding the corset up against the young mage's chest before giving him a wicked grin, "Doesn't this bring out her eyes?"

Fenris couldn't help himself…the image of Imoen in the corset flashed in his head for the briefest instant. He stared at it, then up at Imoen whose blush had darkened considerably before turning and immediately leaving the shop. He could not stay…not with that image and definitely not while he was wearing skin tight leather armor.

"Izzy!" Imoen hissed, shoving her friend away before she set the blasted undergarment on fire, "I thought you were going to behave!"

Isabela had dissolved into a fit of giggles, leaning against Varric who was having troubles keeping a straight face.

"His face, did you see it? Maker did you see his expression Varric?" Isabela howled with laughter.

"I saw it crystal clear Rivaini" Varric chuckled, before seeing the sorrowful look on Imoen's face.

As Isabela moved on he approached the mage, "Are you alright Luna?" She smiled at her little nickname, Varric giving it to her as soon as he saw her eyes were the same shade as the moon.

"No Varric…I-I'm not." She murmured. He watched her look after where Fenris had left before lowering her head, eyes filling with unshed tears.

"Hey…why the tears? This was supposed to be a happy day." Varric patted her forearm, trying to comfort her.

"I know…I'm sorry…I just haven't gotten used to seeing him since…you know."

"My offer still stands; Bianca can talk to him if you want."

A small smile appeared, and soon her tears stopped, "Thank you Varric," She whispered, giving him a hug, "But that won't be necessary."

He rubbed her back, "You just let me know if you change your mind."

Imoen straightened, smoothing the front of her tunic before moving towards the exit, "Isabela? Quit using the underwear as slingshots and let's go!"

"Maker's mercy you NEVER let me enjoy myself!"

. . .

Imoen found him a few blocks away, "I'm sorry Fenris…I told her to behave herself."

His jade eyes found her silver, emotions she had no idea how to classify flashing briefly before his stoic mask returned, "There is nothing to apologize for."

"Of course there is…" She mumbled, "I'm sorry I put you in an uncomfortable position today, I'm sorry I've made such a mess of things…and most of all I'm sorry I was such a lousy lay." She gave him one last look before turning and walking away.

He leaned heavily against a wall, stunned. Is THAT what she thought was the problem? Andraste's blood, the woman was impossible!

He tore after her, catching her arm before she made it to the crowded street, "Hawke…"

"Fenris…please just let it go, let's just pretend it never happened okay? You're off the hook, don't worry about it."

He growled before pulling her back and shoving her up against the wall.

"You are foolish," He hissed, their foreheads touching, "If you think you did anything wrong that night…it took all my strength to leave, just as its taking all my strength now to not repeat our earlier acts." He allowed his body to fully press up against hers, watching her eyes widen as she realized why he had left earlier.

"Fenris…"

"Hawke, we can't…" He murmured, allowing his lips to ghost over hers briefly, "I wish I could make you see why, just know that it's not you…please believe me when I say it's not you."

She stared at him for a long time, and he momentarily lost himself in her quicksilver eyes…they were fascinating. Especially considering the odd color came from the fact that she was blind. Her sight came from her connection to the Fade…allowing her to see clearly, but constantly draining her mana.

"Alright…" She mumbled.

"Thank you" He replied, crushing her to him in a brief embrace before letting her go, instantly moving away from her. His body felt cold…craving the warmth only she could provide, but he simply clenched his gauntleted hands into fists and walked with her to the rest of their little group.

Varric nodded in their direction, "Everything alright?"

"Yes…" Imoen sighed, giving the dwarf a reassuring smile before continuing on.

. . .

Imoen loved the Hightown market. She never bought anything…but she loved to look. She would pick up and admire silks, taking in their unique colors before letting the fabric slip through her fingers back into their cases. Isabela gave a soft exclamation as they approached a rack of ribbons.

"Oh, look here Hawke! It's the same color as your eyes…" Hawke smiled at the shiny material, watching it glisten in the sun.

"It is lovely…but I can't wear ribbons." Her hand instantly traveled to her incredibly short, black hair.

"Why don't you grow your hair out? I never understood…I mean I know you kept it short while working for Athenril but you're practically a Noble now."

"Yes well, it's for sentimental reasons."

Fenris instantly tuned in to their conversation, leaning away from Varric and the knives they had been admiring.

"Do tell Lovie…" Isabela cooed as she bent to examine the jewels on display below the ribbons.

"Well, see Bethany and I were both mages…and we often made mistakes in our earlier lessons with magic." Imoen giggled, the sound instantly causing the elf's lips to twitch into a smile, "So our mother cut off all our hair and said we had to keep it short until we learned to not set it on fire."

Isabela laughed, loudly, causing several passersby to turn and stare at the strange woman, "That's priceless, you should tell Varric…have him put it in that story of yours he's working on."

Imoen gave another soft laugh before turning back to the ribbons, shaking her head at Isabela, "No, I think that one I'll keep to myself…maybe I will grow my hair out though…" She mused. Fenris saw the longing in her eyes as she examined the many hair pins and nets…all encrusted with jewels that glinted in the sunlight, casting rainbows about the stall they were in.

The two women moved on…though Fenris lingered at the stall, none of the jewelry seemed to fit Imoen though…he decided to look elsewhere.

. . .

"Distract her please, Varric." The dwarf jumped as Fenris's gauntlet clamped around his shoulder.

"Maker's blood, don't make me jump like that again Broody." Fenris's jaw clenched at his particular nickname but he decided to refrain from commenting this time.

"I apologize for startling you, but please…distract her for me?"

"Do I dare detect a hint of emotion from you? I think I might faint…"

Fenris growled.

"I want to get Hawke something…it's at that stall over there, please distract her so she doesn't see me get it."

"Pardon me for discouraging this…but you left her Fenris, getting her presents isn't going to make it hurt less." The dwarf then glared at him, "And I'm not about to allow you to toy with my Luna's emotions."

"She's not going to know it's from me, just please distract her?"

Varric sighed, "Fine…" He turned towards the two women, "Ladies! Come hither, I have an object of great beauty for you to behold!"

Isabela and Imoen soon appeared, "What is it Varric?"

Both ooh'd and aah'd over the crystals he revealed, Imoen actually squealing when he mentioned they were upgrades for staves. Fenris slipped away, completely unnoticed.

He approached the stall warily, most of the merchandise bringing up unpleasant memories. They were Tevinter wares, and a lot of what was on display he remembered Hadriana having.

"See anything you like Messere?" The stall owner asked.

Fenris didn't answer for a long time, examining each piece of jewelry carefully. Finally he found what he was looking for…Most female magisters wore them, she'd be able to wear it even with her short hair, and he was sure it would look beautiful against her skin.

. . .

"Alright Varric, let's leave the broody elf and the prude alone…there's a shot of whiskey at the Hanged Man with my name on it!"

The pirate and dwarf left them, wandering off towards Lowtown.

"There's Hawke Mansion." Imoen sighed; she stopped awkwardly across the street from her home, unsure of what the appropriate good-bye should be. She knew the one she wanted to give him…but she doubted the city guard would like it if she threw him down on the cobblestones and had her way with him in front of everyone.

"I will see you tomorrow?" She asked softly.

Fenris raised an eyebrow, "For what?"

"Well…it's kind of awkward…" Damn that blush…

"And?" He gestured for her to continue.

"Aveline wants me to help her woo Donnic."

"…"

"Don't look at me like that, she wants us to clear out the area where they'll be on patrol so she can talk to him away from the other guards…I'd do it myself but-"

"The bandits would rip you limb from limb before you could even summon an arcane bolt." Fenris felt his body tense at the thought of her out there alone.

"Exactly…so meet you at the front gates tomorrow?"

"I will be there." He moved to leave but turned back, unable to ignore her sadness.

He reached out, pulling her head towards his and placing the smallest of kisses against her forehead, "It's not you…" He whispered against her skin, "please stop thinking it's you." And then he was gone.

Imoen growled in frustration before moving towards her house.

. . .

"Mistress Hawke!" Orana's high pitched voice rang out through the entrance hall.

"What is it Orana?" Hawke came down the stairs, still in her nightgown.

"There's a package for you…"

"At this hour? I thought the couriers went home after dark…"

"It was sitting on the doorstep."

"Interesting…" It was a thin, wooden box, the woodwork held intricate carvings across the lid…

"Well are you going to open it?" Leandra's soft voice called from the top of the stairs.

"Yes" Imoen murmured, lifting the lid and gasping.

Delicate white flowers rested against blue satin cushioning, some of the petals falling out of the box to flutter towards the floor. Nestled amongst the flowers was a silver chain…and woven into the chain were the most stunning gemstones, though Hawke didn't know their name. They were white, but carried a bluish sheen to them when they shifted in the moonlight. The color reminded her of Fenris's markings when they began to fade after he used his abilities. Framing each gemstone were the tiniest silver leaves and vines she'd ever seen…the delicate silver glowing against her skin. She lifted it from the box, handing the container to Orana.

"Let me see" Her mother whispered, reaching for the jewelry. Leandra sighed happily as she lifted the chain, smiling as she shifted it in the light, "What a lovely present."

"Sadly the necklace is too small though…look there's no clasp and it won't fit over my head…"

"Darling, this isn't meant to be worn as a necklace…here" she stepped towards her daughter, Leandra gently placing the silver chain on top of her head, once she had it adjusted the gemstones rested perfectly across Imoen's forehead. It was a coronet.

"Ooh…" Imoen gasped, rushing towards a mirror, "Ooh!" She smiled at her reflection, she looked like a princess. Well…a princess in a nightgown.

"That color looks lovely; it's the same as your eyes." Leandra stood behind her daughter, resting her head on the girl's shoulder, "To which suitor are we sending our thanks?"

"Oh hush…" Imoen rolled her eyes, "Like I've had the time to entertain suitors."

"This is quite the gift darling and not one only a friend would send…"

"Mother…I do not have a suitor; I don't know who sent this. Maybe Varric?" He might have gotten it to cheer her up.

"Does the dwarf have that kind of coin?"

"Have you completely forgotten how we got this mansion?" Imoen smirked, "Of course he's got the money mother."

"Well, a gift like this needs a proper thank you…be sure to find out who sent it." She kissed her daughter's shoulder, giving her an affectionate squeeze before returning to her room.

Imoen smiled after her mother before turning back to the mirror, instantly wishing she were wearing something finer than a nightgown. She felt pretty, and she didn't feel that way often. She turned her head this way and that, delighting in how the stones glistened and changed color…they shifted from white to almost blue, the effect dazzling.

"You look beautiful Mistress." Orana murmured.

Imoen turned towards the girl, "Would you like to try it on?"

Orana's eyes widened, "Can I?" She breathed.

"Of course! Come here…" Imoen placed the coronet on top of the girl's head, adjusting the stones, "Now look, see? You're beautiful too."

. . .

Fenris gulped at the bottle of wine Varric had gotten him. That had to have been the most awkward outing he'd ever had with Hawke. He hoped Aveline was grateful…he sure as hell wasn't.

Carver sat across the table, speaking with Merrill about the Circle. Fenris had to stifle the urge to punch the new templar recruit square in the face…still not having forgiven him for betraying Hawke. He had to admit the boy was keeping his new friends off her back though, secretly distracting the templars from any hint of magic surrounding the Amell mansion.

Varric and Isabella were playing cards with Anders…though the abomination was losing and making sure everyone knew what an injustice it was.

"This is bullshit." Anders whined, "Maker, I run a free clinic, go easy once in awhile!"

"I'm sorry Blondie…at this table you're nothing to me, now pay up." Isabela smirked over her cards, fully smiling as Anders swore under his breath before slipping two sovereigns across the table.

The front door to the tavern opened, and Fenris instantly smiled.

Imoen entered, the coronet on her head and a sweet smile on her face. Isabella and Merrill instantly surrounded her, touching the gemstones and carrying on like it was a crown of diamonds.

"Is that?" Varric leaned over towards him.

"Yes…it suits her don't you think?"

"You're an extremely confusing individual you know that?" Varric responded, going back to his cards and slapping Anders's hand away from his lost earnings.

"You look ridiculous." Carver stated as Imoen took a seat next to him.

"Shut up" She said, smiling at the table top as a blush crept across her face, "I think it's pretty."

"Shall I call you princess instead of Luna now?" Varric chuckled.

"Luna is fine…now where's my drink?"

"You don't drink sis…"

"I know, I want water"

Varric smiled before dropping his cards, "Coming right up Luna."

The group slowly dwindled down to Isabela, Varric, Merrill, Fenris, and Imoen… The first two were quite drunk, and so Merrill escorted them to bed.

Imoen moved to sit next to Fenris, leaning in and kissing his cheek, "Thank you."

He groaned, "How did you find out?"

"Let's start with the obvious…the jewelry came from a Tevinter stall, you should have removed the tag…secondly the carvings on the box were Tevinter rune designs, of which I'm very familiar." She nudged him with her elbow, "And finally, those flowers in the box are the same as the ones on the vines around your mansion door..." She giggled.

"Just wanted to cheer you up…" He mumbled, embarrassed. Maker he was an idiot…

She leaned into his side, "It did, thank you…" She yawned, "I'm gonna…have to go home now, can barely keep my eyes open."

He wrapped an arm around her before he could stop himself, "Sleep well Hawke." He murmured into her hair.

"You know I would slap the hell out of you if I weren't so tired, you confusing bastard…" She slurred sleepily.

He chuckled in response as she stood; meeting Merrill at the door, both women turned and waved good-bye before leaving.

Fenris finished the rest of his drink before leaving the tavern as well, he made his way back to Hightown through the twisted streets of Old City Slums.

He soon approached Denarius's mansion, shaking his head and laughing at himself as he saw the flowers by the door.

AN: So one of my friends on Deviantart asked for this chapter...his prompt was that Hawke gives Fenris gifts, but what kind of gift would he get her? I hope I wrote it well... :)