hey everyone, here is the next chapter, im on holidays at the moment so hopefully i can get the next few chapters done. I really need to know what people think as im at a loss on where to go next with this. I have the next chapter, but thats it, and its only half done. if people like this story and dont think its too crappy, please speak now or forever hold you piece, this may well be the second last chaper. So please review.
Weeks went by and Fenris and Mel grew closer together, seeking solace in one another's company, finding peace in a world of pain.
The mages and the Templar's were at each other's throats and it was taking its toll on Hawke, she was frequently at the Gallows, most the time taking Fenris with her, so Mel moved in with Fenris. It was Fenris' idea to do so and Mel was happy that he'd asked, so she said yes straight away.
They were frequently asked by their friends if there was anything going on between them, but both had refused to say anything on the matter, so Varric invented a back story of his own, saying that Fenris had swept Mel off her feet.
They both denied anything that Varric said, of course, but it got them wondering if what Varric said actually had a small seed of truth to it, don't all stories start that way?
They hadn't travelled back to Fenris' memories since they had tried the first time and Fenris was thinking about asking Mel to do it again, but he wasn't sure he was ready just yet, scared to have the same outcome that had happened before.
He voiced his idea to Mel one night, while they were drinking by the fire.
"I want to try again." He stated as though he was simply stating the weather outside.
Mel looked at him and smiled slightly, "Are you sure?"
He nodded and moved next to her, pulling off his gauntlets and hold a bare hand out to her.
Instead of holding it at first, she traced his lyrium lines with a finger, watching his reaction from the corner of her eye. At first he tensed up but he slowly relaxed and closed his eyes, taking in the light, smooth touch of her hands. She then slowly slid her hand into his and closed her eyes as well.
They were back in the small room with one door.
"You ready Fenris?" she asked.
He squeezed her hand in reply, taking a deep breath before they walked through the door before them.
"Look what I can do!" it was Varania, she was sitting on the ground in an old, dirty room and she was making her hands glow a blue light, healing magic.
"She's a mage!" Fenris' voice was dripping with venom and hate.
Mel squeezed his hand gently, "Don't judge too quickly, be patient."
"Varania, what are you doing?" The Fenris of this memory walked into the room, still without the lyrium markings.
"Look big brother, look what I can do." Varania watched fascinated as the blue light began to dance around the room, three other pairs of eyes watched too.
"Oh Varania," Leto's voice was soft and caring. "We need to get you out of here. You belong as an apprentice, not a slave."
Varania looked up at her brother, with wide, innocent eyes.
"But mother says that we're not allowed to leave." She said.
"I will find a way, I swear."
And with that, the memory faded.
Fenris paced in front of the fire, just after recovering from another short, but painful, cold attack.
"It doesn't make sense, I hate mages, why would I help one?" he spat.
Mel smiled, "Don't let Anders hear you say that, or he'll rope you into his cause in ten seconds flat."
Fenris turned to glare at her, but found he couldn't hold it against her for long, something in her personality had transformed him.
He sighed and sat next to her, looking deeply into the fire.
"You've changed me." He said.
Mel looked at him from the corner of her eye, "Is that good or bad?"
"Good, I think. I'm not so angry anymore, I feel calm and kind of tranquil when I'm around you. Thank you."
He took her hand in his and Mel smiled at the now familiar gesture.
"I was thinking about what Varric said about us." She voiced her thoughts aloud for Fenris.
He groaned loudly, "I swear that dwarf will go to the ends of the earth to find out about us."
Mel's smile broadened, "So there is an 'us'?" she teased.
Fenris blushed, "I didn't, I mean, if it's..." he shifted uncomfortably where he sat and Mel just laughed at how nervous he was.
She squeezed his hand, "Do you want there to be an 'us'?" she asked.
Fenris squeezed her hand back, "I want to try. It's just I've never let anyone too close, for fear of what might happen, to me and to them."
"I can handle myself, remember?"
He nodded, "Then I want to try and make 'us' work, I would really like that."
Mel slid closer to him and rested her head against his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head.
"Then 'us' we have become."