Luna and Fenris have a little discussion...good things I hope...
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"We need to talk about this Hawke." Aveline paces in frustration in front of the fireplace. I shake my head in protest. "I'd rather not." I'm sitting at my desk, going through any messages I've missed while away. It's been a few months since the conflict between the mages and Templars really started to escalate. From the messages I've been receiving, both sides are requesting my help. I hate choosing sides, but I hate having to deny my help…and coin more.

I push my chair away from the table, rubbing my temples. These kinds of discussions annoy me to no end. With a heavy sigh, I look to Aveline. "What will you have me do?"
She finally faces me. "I would hope that you would stand with Carver and me on this." She looks convinced in this but I look at her dumbfounded. "You mean side with the Templars? The same people that have been going against Chantry law turning almost every mage they see as a threat tranquil? Who have been ordered to murder any mage that even dare think of escaping the Gallows even if they willingly give themselves up?"
"I'm standing right here!" Carver voice interjected. He had been leaning in the doorway since Aveline arrived. No doubt he also wants me to take his side 'for once' he might add. "I'm well aware, brother." I respond with just as much hostility. From the corner of my eye I see Bodahn walk to the door.

Hmm I guess I didn't hear the knock.

I let the matter go for now, since the Captain and the Templar are heatedly requesting a decision from me. "Aveline I…" I'm cut off by Bodahn entering the room. "Beggin' your pardon mistress, but messare Fenris is requesting an audience. Also would it be alright if the boy and I make a trip to the Gallows?"
I tilt my head puzzled. "Isn't it a little late?" I haven't really caught up with the time since I've been back, but it must be late afternoon by now.
"Oh, we'll be back before sundown. Sandal just needs some little things for some of his enchantments"
"Enchantment!" Sandal exclaims.
It's curious but I've seen Sandal's work before, he is nowhere near defenseless as people think and his enchainment are quite useful. "Alright just be careful."
"Much obliged." He smiles as he turns to leave with Sandal beaming beside him.
I stand up and look to Aveline again. "If you would please excuse me..."
She narrows her eyes at me. "We're not done with this." With that, she takes her cheery disposition out the door.
"Now why would I think that?" I smile.
"So is that it you'll just avoid the issue?" Carver asks with a scowl fixated on his face.
I glare back at him. "I'm not avoiding anything Carver. Believe me, you would be the first to know."
"Perhaps Meredith is right, you arenaive." He shakes his head and storms out, muttering things under his breath.

Naturally seeing the manner of departures has Fenris confused. He looks back at the door and then to me eyebrow raised in intrigue.
"What was that about?"
"Something I don't feel like dwelling on at the moment." I press the bridge of my nose trying to put the matter behind me.
"Is there something you need?" My voice is unnecessarily bitter due to my recent company. I notice Fenris tense up a bit.
"Uh, I was just returning this book." He hesitantly presents The Legend of Calenhad that I let him borrow a few weeks ago.
"Crap, I'm sorry." I shake away my disposition and chuckle. "Did you want another one?" I start to walk to the study but stop, and scratch my head thinking. "But I think you've already everything I have…that's worth reading at least." There's a small moment of uneasy silence until a thought pops in my head. "Oh you know what I think I have just the thing." I smile and reach my hand out to him. He looks at my hand like some alien object then back to me. I give him a reassuring nod and once he takes my hand, we rush to my bedroom.
It takes a while and some rummaging, but I eventually find it.
"Ah! Here, this is one of my favorites." I hand the book to him. "Mother would read it to me from time to time…you know, when I was…ahem…younger." I look away, trying focus on fixing the mess I made while looking for the item.
His brow scrunches as he reads the title. "The Adventures of the Black Fox, are you sure?"
I wave the question away. "Yeah, I've read those stories so many times now; I practically know them by heart." I may sound like I'm in lively spirits but, this exchange feels awkward to me. We've been on better terms since that situation that started in the Hanged Man; however nothing has evolved more than just casual pleasantries.
He still seems edgy but he does his best not to show it. "Thank you." He turns to leave but stops and turns back around. "Hawke?" His voice is unsure as is his glance towards me. "Would you mind reading it with me?"
I'm surprised by both the question and the tone. But it's his eyes that make my heart melt. I take a seat on my bed slowly remove my boots and pull my feet in. I look at him and softly smile. "I'll never mind."
He returns my smile, faintly nods and walks over to the bed, taking a seat by my side.
What starts as both of us sitting at the foot of my bed reading eventually turns into us laying on the bed reading. We place the pillows in a convenient position to support Fenris's neck and back. I rest my head on his chest and we both take turns reading aloud.
While we're in the middle of a chapter, he closes the book and places it on the nightstand. Confusion sets.
"I understand if you would rather not talk about it, but it may lighten the burden." his tone is calmed, comforting.

You're right. I'd rather not talk about it. However, I would rather talk about it with you then Aveline and Carver.

I sigh, realizing there's no escaping this. "Well no doubt you've noticed the conflict between the Templars and mages has become more heated. "
"I've seen." he calmly states and thinks about the situation more.
"It does appear that there is only one outcome. You are a Mage and an influential part of the community. The day will come when you have to choose."
Again I sigh. "I know, but honestly I'd rather not take part in any of it. Both sides are so full of their own bullshit neither one of them can see straight."
I hear a faint chuckle as he nuzzles my temple with his chin.
"The only reason I would want to side with the Templars is if I wanted to be Viscount." I shudder at the thought. "I have no interest in politics or having any power over people."
"Hmm" his voice filled with reassurance. It appears he's happy with my statement, relieved even. I take some time to think and I can't help but giggle. "Another reason would be because it would probably piss Carver off to no end. Not only will he still be 'living in my shadow' as he likes to say, but I could probably make him do whatever I wanted." I smile thinking of all the silly things I could have him do.
Fenris however, is puzzled by the idea. "You would become Viscount just to anger your brother?"
I shrug. "It seems it would be the only fun I would get out of it."
Another chuckle, followed by uneasy silence before he speaks again, but his voice turns cold.
"Given enough time, Mages will eventually turn to demons and blood magic just to have more power at their disposal. It'll be best to end it before it gets worse. It's an obvious choice" He states, quite frankly.
"An obvious choice?" I move away from him. "I'm sorry am I hearing you right? You realize you're talking about executing men, women and children simply for something they may or may not do." I understand his hatred for Mages like the magisters of Tevinter, but is he really suggesting this?
He shakes his head. "It's never as simple as that, but you must think of the overall possibility."
I'm completely taken aback but try to keep my composure. "And what if it were me? What if we had never met and you made this 'obvious' choice. What would you do if we eventually clashed in the heat of the conflict, understanding how strong willed I am? Would you question my overall intent or would you run me through without hesitation?"
He's become frustrated. "That's not what I mean, and you know it."
I'm growing impatient. "What would you do?"
"You're different, you're not like them." he continues to skirt the question
"Then what am I?" I extend my hands out. Within seconds a fireball emerges from my palms. Just as quickly, I close my hands, extinguishing the flames. "I thought it was clear by now." I look him dead in the eyes. "What would you do?"
He looks away. I have my answer. I know if it were to happen only one of us would survive. I shudder trying to block out the 'what if' scenario.
I sink into the pillows and sigh in defeat. There will be no resolution here; we both know it. I take a moment to think and gently smile. Life is too short to dwell on these things, and at least we're talking more again. I look over to him, and he's still brooding. He has no time to react once I seize the moment. I straddle him and wrap my hands behind his neck. He looks at me mystified but not too annoyed to push me away.
"Is it alright if I change the subject?" I keenly tilt my head.
"I can't imagine to what." He grumbles.
I casually unhook the clasp to his chest plate. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of a few things."
His demeanor changes once he realizes my intentions. "Let's hope so. I'm very interested in what you might come up with."
I smirk as I kiss him, ready to take on the challenge.
He sits up, taking in more of me. For the moment our mouths are having a different conflict; each trying to assume control, mimicking and intensifying with each passing second.
Nimble fingers drift up my frame reaching up to softly pull my hair. My neck arches letting him sweetly assault the area. Sequences of kisses and gentle bites send shivers throughout my body. I feel my hips instinctively grind into his. A husky growl escapes him as he takes hold of my waist and rolls me on my back. He continues to kiss a trail from my ear to my collarbone.
I softly tug at his hair. "Fenris." I can barely recognize it. A deep voice filled with longing escapes me. "I want you."
He draws back and looks at me with the same desire. He puts his hand behind my neck and kisses me deeply, lifting me partially up off the bed in the process. "Then I am yours." he passionately whispers.
He begins to release me from my finery as I start fumble with the clips of his leather. "Too...many...buttons." I manage to breathe out.
"Hmph, you're one to talk." he replies loosening the belt of my skirt. His gauntlets scratch at my thighs as he pulls off both my skirt and under garment. "Ugh." He stops and looks up. "I'm sorry did I...?" My kiss breaks his sentence, providing him the answer. I am too delirious to the pleasure that I can no longer feel the pain.

I manage to undo the buttons. He breaks from me removing the top portion of his armor while I work on the rest. We roll again, allowing both of us to remove any last bits of clothing. I can feel the heat of him between my thighs. He is ready, but I won't give in yet.
I grab his hands and pin them above his head. He smirks and looks up at me enthralled. I know full well he could take control if he wanted, but I enjoy that he doesn't.
Slowly I lower myself onto him, but not completely. I take my time with him. I want this to last as long as possible, but more so, I want him to know what he was missing. He reaches out for my hips for relief but I stop him and pin his wrists back on the bed. He glares at me with lustful eyes. I only smile and continue to slowly tease him. But it feels too good, eventually I give in.
I release him and my pace increases as does our desire. He wraps his arms around my waist and I his shoulders. My fingers dance upon his back, slowly tracing the intricate designs there.
As he starts kissing my neck, I hear loving murmurs in a language I've rarely heard. I smile and gently bite his ear. A short hiss escapes clenched teeth and he tightens his hold around me. He responds by pulling me further onto him while his hips pulse up to meet my own.
"Shit!" I gasp arching my back for more, presenting myself to him. I bury my hands in his hair as he brings his mouth to my welcoming bosom. He equally takes time between them, replacing his mouth with a delicate hand when he makes the switch.
My body is shaking and he senses it. But he doesn't want to let go yet. In one swift motion he picks me up.
Surprised, I wrap my arms around his neck. He softly chuckles as he places me on my back. I bite back my quivering bottom lip as he pushes the weight of his hips into me. I sigh in content, my hands gliding down the contours of his shoulders as he continues his movements.
He hooks one arm with my own the other, hooking my leg. More and more he drives me mad with his motions. Quick then slow; such delicious torment. Payback for my games and I love every moment. I am his entirely.
I feel dizzy, my legs aching and my head is swimming within this indescribable pleasure.
His voice is unrecognizable. Quiet slurs of plain speech and Tevinter curses spill out in no order or reason. But within, I hear my name repeatedly.
"Luna!" he finally moans aloud as he tightly grabs my hips and pulls me in, thrusting deeper into me. It is all too much.
I'm not far behind as my legs clasp around him, sending me over the edge.
"Fenris!"
His head bows letting his hair gently brush against my breasts. He brings his hand to my hair while the other still caresses my thigh. Our bodies shake as the aftershocks take hold. For a moment, we are gone from the world. Glistening sweat and heavy, shaky breaths are all that remain.
I know not how long we stayed that way until we finally regain enough our thoughts. He brings his head up and I look at him, my eyes in a dreamy fog. He smiles and gently caressed my cheek before leaning in, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I giggle as my hands float to his hair.
Our breathing synchronizes as we drift away from the world.
True, I hate choosing sides but I'm perfectly content with the choice resting in my arms.