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I stared at the mages across from me, Hawke and Anders. Anders was staring at me in wonder, as if he could sense that I had magic abilities as well. Magic that I didn't use. I'd only used magic a total of four times in my life. The first time I'd freaked out it was with Nikoli on my first monthly "innocence checking", I'd burnt the shit out of the man that was checking me, earning my place as Nikoli's favorite pet. The second time was when a smooth-talking Antivan Crow by the name of Zevran took my eye out, it had taken all of my magic in me to heal my eye perfectly; the third time I'd left a scar on Zevran's face with a lightning bolt one he'd taken my eye-from what I understood the Crow covered it up with a tattoo, and the fourth time was when I first got to Kirkwall. I had to do a simple sleeping spell to get past the slavers by the docks.
"So, Elfie," Varric smirked at me from beside me, making me look at him, "tell me, are you and Broody together?"
"Yes, Varric," I smiled at him, while holding Fenris's hand.
"Do you love him?" his smirk grew.
"Why do you ask such questions, dwarf?" Fenris asked.
"Yes, Varric, I do," I answered anyways.
"This is good stuff, Elfie, thank you," Varric winked at me.
"Has Fenris told you that he's rather religious?" Sebastian grinned at me. This I already had figured out. I'd heard him mumbling the Chant of Light late at night when I was sleeping. The knowing smile on my face alone answered him. "Do you believe in the Maker, Aymjah?"
"As a matter of fact I do, Sebastian," I replied in Tevinter. "Who else to pray to in time for the need of salvation? He loves us as his children, he's pretty much the only father I've ever had." I could feel Fenris smiling at me. Sebastian nodded, accepting this, and he turned his attention over to Hawke.
"Care to answer a question, Aymjah?" Anders smiled across from me.
"What would that be?" I asked and everyone at the table-except for Hawke-groaned.
"How do you feel about how they treat mages here in Kirkwall? Throughout Thedas?" he asked me.
"Why would I feel anything?" I asked as an answer. "I didn't go out that much…unless it was to do Nikoli's dirty work."
"You haven't noticed how they treat mages here?" he demanded, something told me that he was going somewhere with this conversation, and I wasn't going to like it.
"No, I have not. My mind has been elsewhere," I replied, then I cursed in Tevinter, "Andraste's flaming holy ass, can't this mage get to the point."
"He's an abomination," Fenris growled out in Tevinter.
"Please, speak Ferelden in my home," Hawke sighed. "I hate trying to guess what you're saying."
Both Fenris and I nodded, and Anders continued, my eyes wide on him. He wasn't possessed by a demon, I would have felt it's evil by now, "How can you not pay attention to your fellow mages?"
Everyone, and by everyone, I mean everyone was silent. I glared across the table, "I don't use magic unless it is necessary, and most of the time I don't. You Ferelden and Kirkwall mages, and other mages in the world need magic to survive. You're all resentful for the Circle and it's rules, but from what I understand they teach you how to use your abilities properly and without taking spirits or demons into your body." I took a deep breath, "If everyone must know, I've used magic only four times in my life, I will not carry a staff, and I will not have a damned thing to do with lyrium. Magic is dangerous, and the Maker even saw this."
The mage across from me was shaking, Hawke was whispering to him, trying to keep him calm, while Fenris was pulling me back behind him defensively, and all of their friends were moving out of the way. I could feel a strong power emitting off of him now, a raw power that seemed stronger than Merrill's demon I'd felt. He slammed his fists on the table, he stood, and for the first time I realized why Fenris called him an abomination. The spirit that held him was just that, a spirit. My fingers sparked with electricity as his eyes and entire body glowed bright blue, even brighter than Fenris's markings. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves.
"I'm sorry to cut dinner short," Hawke breathed from behind Anders. "Can you all leave?"
Fenris turned around and lifted me into his arms. I held my sparking hands to my body and closed my eyes as I blocked out the pain. He rushed me back to his manor as fast as he could, whispering, "Hold on, Love, I'll get you away from here" the entire way. Once we'd reached his manor, I had stopped sparking, I couldn't understand what had happened. It was like I'd been dunked into a giant bottle of lyrium. He sat me down on the last step by his room and lifted my shirt, my hand prints were burned into my flesh, and I wasn't up for healing them. It'd take too much time and magic for me to do it. Sure, it wasn't an eye, but I'd already done the best I could by stopping the pain.
"I'm sorry," I breathed out. "I'm so, so-"
Fenris shook his head, "I remember Danarius and Nikoli bragging about us to one another. Nikoli did speak highly of you, he had said that he'd seen you set a man on fire, and he laughed about how severely burnt the man was."
"And I recall that Danarius bragged how you can rip a man's heart out without using a weapon," I looked at him, then I shook my head. "Did he expect me to feel sorry for these mages? From the way I see it, they're safe where they are…"
"You don't need to speak of this," Fenris lifted me into his arms again and carried me to the bed. "First thing in the morning we'll go to the Dalish and find your sister."
"And after that?"
"You're coming home with me," he replied. I smiled as he laid me down on the bed. "And you're going to sleep with me in our bed."
I watched as he took off his armor, and I smiled up at him, "Our bed?"
"Yes, Love, our bed," he sat down beside me, carefully removed my clothes, and pulled me close to his body. "I'll keep you safe, I promise you I will."
I closed my eyes and smiled, because I knew that it was a promise he really could keep. He whispered sweet words of love into my ear as I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.