Disclaimer: Dragon Age isn't mine. It's BioWare's not mine. If only:(.
Authors Note: I LOVE reviews. I feed off them. And you don't want me to starve do you? Then I couldn't wright any more. In this fic there is going to be no dialogue. I found this concept on a writers page as a challenge and decided to take it. These chapters will be short and the story may end I don't know. It is my break from Harry Potter for a bit. In this fic Fenris returned to Danarius between Act 2 and 3. On with the fic.
They docked soon after. Danarius had yet to tell Fenris his thoughts. They walked in silence beside one an other. As they rounded the corner Fenris held out his are and asked Danarius to stay behind him. He did and watched as Fenris stocked his pray. He had always thought that Fenris's name fitted him. As Fenris crouched as if getting ready to pounce he resembled much like a wolf.
As Fenris snatched at the thing stopping their journey Danarius was pulled from his thoughts. Fenris had his hand wrapped around a small boys wrist. The boy in question yammered about how he wasn't going to pick-pocket them and tried to pull away from Fenris. But Fenris didn't let go. Danarius told Fenris to let the boy go and thru a sovereign at the poor boy before continuing on their way.
As they went Danarius noticed that, thou they had been quiet before, now there was a questioning silence. He bent down to whisper in Fenris's pointed ear that if he had a questions he was welcome to voice them. What Danarius wasn't expecting was for Fenris's question to be so surprising. He asked why he had given the boy money.
This made him have to think. There had been no sign that the bot had been a mage. He had plain fetchers at first glance but now that he thought about it the boy had had sharp cheek bones. The boy had also had bark hair and green eyes. Danarius frowned at the last thought and came to his conclusion.
He leaned in once again and told Fenris the reason why. He had given the boy money because he had looked like Fenris before the lyirum markings. This seemed to shock Fenris into silence. They continued their way towards the mansion which had been clean since Fenris had last been their.
Before going any further Danarius decided to stop by the merchants. As they walked around Danarius looked for any sign of something that had caught Fenris's eye. But after years of training to become the perfect slave Fenris wouldn't touch anything and wouldn't let his eyes linger on anything for to long. He would have capt his perfect composure if it wasn't for the last merchant.
On the table there was a small store. Polished to perfection with an engraving on it. The engraving was of the Templar symbol but was painted in with gold paint. When Fenris had gained his composure and had turned around Danarius snatched it up and got it. He hid it all the way to the mansion and even after they had finished unpacking. Just as he and Fenris were about to retire for the night he pulled it out of his robes.
Danarius placed it in Fenris's palm and told him it was a gift. The little stone had definitely been worth the twenty silver just to see the shock and gratitude etched into Fenris's face. Fenris expressed his gratitude and just as they were going to retire to their respective rooms Danarius turned to look at Fenris.
As he looked at him Danarius thought of something. He asked Fenris why he had wanted it. What Fenris said was short but had more feeling behind it than anything Danarius had ever heard him say. Fenris said it reminded him of Carver. As they separated Danarius confirmed his gift the Fenris.
Carver would be welcome.