Grace, deadly elegance, that was how Methyria Hawke moved. Every step was well planned and thought out. It wasn't like when she lost her mother, a stumbling fool. No, years had not been kind, but they had been useful. The devilish smirk that graced her slightly smeared and far too red lips was one that could shake the most chaste of men from their vows, and bring down nations if she so chose. However, all she wanted was to finish her business and get out of the Imperium with her head still attached to her shoulders, it was risky, but she'd already decided on what to do with the elf, he just had to trust her once she was done.
Fenris watched silently as she began pulling a few things from her bag, he hadn't thought that a woman like her would have that kind of weaponry. And the bag certainly hadn't been that heavy when he'd been carrying it. The blades seemed lighter than most, and she grinned stripping off her boots for a pair of sneakers. She was much shorter without the heels, but the long legs were far too lovely as she moved towards the door, Fenris wondered exactly where she'd hidden those knives she'd brought out, he caught a flash of blade from under the skirt she wore as she turned the knob and in a giggling manner greeted the slaves walking by. He could hear her chatting as she closed the door behind her. Would she murder the slaves as well? Would this become a massacre? All he could do was lay there and wait for her return, and with a sinking feeling he felt as though she would never return for him.
Hawke moved freely around the house the guards still standing, though they were no longer breathing. She did like that trick, but it would only last so long. She planned every step, once she was done with Hadriana the guards would all fall, and the slaves would panic and leave. If they didn't leave she'd scare them fast into leaving. Sure they'd likely get caught again, but most of them would find something to do with themselves. That was not her concern however. Not right now.
The woman's dark hair was being brushed by a rather timid serving girl, "Orana, you stupid little whelp, don't tug. Brush slowly." The woman's cold blue eyes met with the reflection of Hawke, and her eyes seemed colder, despite the smile on her lips, "Oh, has the master sent you to tend to me as well? You seem very well for having been with him this whole hour." Hadriana waved off the slave girl who Hawke marked as one that needed a little extra help.
"Never, I decided to find you on my own." She gave the woman a coy grin, moving before Hadriana could react, and slamming the woman out of her chair into the floor. The sound of her head colliding with the floor wasn't terribly loud, but the sting would be enough to knock the woman a bit for a loop. Hawke would take glee in making her last moments fearful.
Hadriana looked like she was in shock and disbelief, no one could do this, she was a mage, an exceptionally good blood mage at that. But the smile that graced this woman's lips was one that shot terror into Hadriana's heart, but she could never admit fear, instead spitting rage for this kind of manhandling, "How DARE you touch me. Pigsty vermin. I should have known my master had erred when he brought you into this house. You disgusting whore!" Though her words were venom filled, the fear in her eyes was obvious, no blade to cut her hand, no staff to cast magic, she relied so heavily on those items that she was completely at the mercy of some devil human.
"I'm only finishing the job I took on when I was a child, Haddy. Your master saw to it he'd be on my mind for years and years." Hadriana hadn't been his apprentice when it had happened, so she didn't know about it, but the way the woman had automatically treated Fenris when they arrived, it had sealed the woman's fate, "So slow and painful or quick and painful?" There was no other option, pain was part of the equation for blood mages every time Hawke took one out.
"I will curse you!" Hadriana's lip trembled as she stared up, knowing her end was near, Hawke felt no remorse as she cut the mage's throat. Fast it had been, though painful still as the woman bled out on the floor, gasping for air and no voice to call her demons. Shrieks filled the air as the clamor of armor hitting the ground echoed throughout the house. Slaves that were not as cowed as they had appeared to be, stole what they could and left, dragging others with them. The house was emptied, now Hawke had to retrieve the last living creature, besides herself. Slowly she moved through the house, the halls covered in blood from the guards she'd killed on her way to Hadriana's room. Passing by the kitchen, she picked up a bottle of something, and a napkin. Popping the cork she sniffed it and took a sip. It was bitter and sweet, not something she liked terribly much. Taking the cloth she'd snatched and twisting it, she grinned at her makeshift fire bomb. Gleefully she skipped up the stairs all the slaves had gone. Surprising they'd evacuate so cleanly, but the years of planning, Hawke had planted a few elves inside the house, they weren't broken like the others, and the moment they'd seen her, they'd known what was happening.
She came back to the door she'd left, and carefully opened it, finding that Fenris was no longer prone on the ground, "Breathing easier now?" She was smattered with blood her shoes soaked as she walked into the torture chamber, "I'll get changed and then we can get the hell out of here." She stripped out of her clothing and shoes, blades jingled as they fell, her clothing piled atop Danarius still form, she moved swiftly, yanking out shorts and a tank top, both of a dark color, she picked up her bag, tossing a few knives that seemed unblemished by blood into it, and turned, "Good Riddance." She smirked happily. The last thing she rid herself of was the red on her lips. A strange look it was, but her true lip color was more alluring than the painted one had been.
Fenris could not understand how this woman was so calm with what she'd done. Seemingly she'd massacred the whole house...save for him. At least that's what he thought, and his mossy green eyes said as much even though he was unsure how to ask. He silently tried to stand, "Are you going to kill me as well?"
Hawke looked back at him, "Now why would I kill a slave? Seems like a waste of time and resources, plus you're cute." He thought she'd killed them, right? "The other slaves already escaped. I made sure to scare them into leaving." Her lips quirked up as she moved to help him up, "I don't kill defenseless people." She helped him to the wall, and let him rest there as she pulled out a lighter from the pocket of her jacket and lit the napkin. She watched it for a few moments, then with a seemingly grand flourish, Hawke sent it sailing into one of the walls. Flames exploded from the broken glass, covering the wall and spreading fast. Moving with speed he hadn't witnessed earlier, she threw open the door, then yanked the elf with her, carefully avoiding blood and body parts as she moved them swiftly towards the exit. Not the quietest way to get rid of a mage politician, but it was ever so much more fun. She stalked down the road supporting Fenris much more than he thought she was capable of. Hawke was looking for something.
"Where are we going?" Fenris was apprehensive at best when it came to this woman who had just taken him from the only place he could remember. It was abnormal. He felt as though it was some strange fantasy that the Fade had brought him, and soon he would awake to find that he was not leaning against a strange woman who had opted to save him, but still in the house Danarius grinning over him and laughing at his 'little wolf'.
Hawke smirked, "Finding a car that won't be missed and hitting up a motel for the night." There was a sharp clattering noise in her ear, causing the woman to wince, she knew there was going to be a sudden lecture from the planning department of her little operation and soon the story teller's voice carried into her head.
"So why are you dragging along a now loosed slave...bodyguard with you?" The voice was deep and had a bit of a sarcastic timbre to the smooth tone.
That was not necessarily the best thing to hear, "I'll explain later. And I'll need your help as well. It'll be two tickets for the flight not just one." There was silence on the other end, then a small chuckle and agreement. It was good to have such a smart friend watching out for her. She found a nicely beaten up looking vehicle, it looked like it hadn't been well taken care of, but likely ran. It was also old enough that it didn't have a car alarm installed. Smirking she leaned Fenris up against the side, and began her work on opening the door. It was an easy process, she carried items for this sort of thing all the time. Slipping the thin metal strip in-between the window and the door, she tugged lightly until she heard the click. Door opened she unlocked the back of it and stuffed the elf in the back seat, laying him out, "Keep your head down for the time being. You're a little too recognizable to have you in the front seat." Shutting the door she slipped back to the front seat and started tearing out wires from under the steering column. Hot-wiring had been one of her first skills, but it still took a couple tries. The engine sputtered to life and she grinned slamming the driver's side door, she mentally double checked where they were and headed to the nearest motel for the night. She drove at speed, but not recklessly, knowing that if she was caught by the police with a stolen car, and a stolen slave...well that would be the end of this adventure.
Fenris lay staring at the roof of the car, in complete shock that this was actually going on. This woman had done what so many others had attempted to do, she had killed one of the most evil magisters in the Imperium, without magic, without storming the gates, without a war. It was amazing to him, but surely Hawke did not have a use for him, so as soon as he was able to move he would no longer have the choice of staying with her. This troubled him deeply as he thought on about how to make himself useful. He could fight, he was a very good fighter, perhaps he could work as her bodyguard, not that she particularly needed it with what he'd seen as they left his ex-master's house, he wanted to know the purpose behind her generosity, perhaps it was not random like he had thought it was.
Pulling into the parking lot of a dingy looking motel, she sighed, this was just wrong, she hated these places, they generally charged by the hour, and she was not one of those kinds of girls, but it was likely to be cheap if she paid for the night. Her eyes scanned the counter as she entered. A slight elven woman stood behind the counter, chattering at a phone while a television blared in the background. The elf woman's hair was a dull brown color, her eyes a slate green, she was well enough dressed, but something seemed very dour about her looks. Hawke smiled and began the process of renting a room. It didn't take long, and with how she was dressed, she played up that she had a very fun night ahead of her with someone. The woman smiled knowingly, and handed the room key over without a question, a small bidding of hopeful enjoyment given as Hawke left the lobby.
Driving the car to the farthest row of rooms, she hopped out, grabbing her bag and Fenris from the rear seat, ambling him over to the room's door. She was too caught up in thought to pay attention to how Fenris was staring at her.
The room was nothing remarkable, it was yellow in color, and only had one bed. There were however several blankets and covers on the bed, as well as four pillows. Hawke dropped Fenris onto the bed as well as her pack. She moved back to the door to shut it, after flicking on the light, she slid down against the door and let out a long held breath. It was done. The death of a man she'd hated for years was the end of that chapter of her life. Hawke almost wanted to cry with relief.
Staring at her form crouched against the door, he could not help but want to ask questions. He needed the answers, "Where are we headed?" He felt awkward for a moment, perhaps he was not meant to know, it wasn't like he had been treated with any exceptional kindness, he was merely a slave without a master now, and perhaps this woman was looking to have him as her own slave...though truth be told he didn't mind the thought nearly so much as he had minded being Danarius' property, "You are obviously not going to kill me, does that mean you wish to keep me as your slave?"
Not a moment's rest. Hawke stared at him, "Right now, we are not headed anywhere, tomorrow we are headed to the airport, for a flight the hell out of this disgusting place. Kirkwall is where we'll be headed. Not the greatest place, but it's well outside the Imperium, and Maker save us the only place I've got friends." Her head tilted back as she rested herself against the door. His next question irked her, "Killing you is not part of the plan and I don't believe in slavery. In fact if I could single handedly eradicate it, I would. However, the world is not as such that I can manage it, yet." She sighed and looked at him as he lay there, "You looked like you needed help, so I'm helping." The lopsided grin that shown on her face was genuine, much like the one she'd given him as she stepped out of the car, "After we get to Kirkwall you can go wherever you want, do whatever you want. I'll even help you get set up to start with." She chuckled tiredly, "Freedom has a lot of work involved."
He'd listened as she'd spoke, taking it all in, and finding himself relieved but a little disappointed at the same time, "I won't be staying with you?" He hadn't wanted to sound that disappointed about it, had he? But his tone was utterly devastated sounding as he spoke, "I...only mean that, perhaps it would be easier to adjust with my savior close by." He was trying not to sound needy, or give away the fact that he felt safer near her. And traveling to some random city with no knowledge of how to be anything other than a guard dog made him leery of going out on his own. He shifted to sit up, his body still sore from earlier, but he could move on his own. He'd show her he was worthwhile in being her companion.
Pursing her lips she contemplated his words. She could understand his being scared of being alone in the world. And his attitude was one that she didn't mind so much. He would grow confident as time went on, and who better to give him confidence than the one who'd stolen him away? "Alright, so we get to Kirkwall and you can live in the building. However we need to get a few things together first before I call it a night." Standing she took inventory of what was in her bag. Some clothing, bits and pieces, blades that she needed to dissolve. And enough cash to get the necessary items to disguise Fenris. Since he was rather well known, she'd need a specific paint to cover his lyrium with, and a few items to make the glamour to change his hair and eye color. As well as clothes that didn't reek of slave. Shifting for a moment, "Hold still while I check your sizes." She gave a quick grin as she pulled out a measuring tape from her bag and got to work on getting his sizes listed off in her head, though she paused for a moment, "Is it okay for me to measure you? Because it does involve touching you, and perhaps getting you to stand." While she might have very well enjoyed touching him, better to get his permission. The elf was there because she was helping him, nothing more than that. There couldn't be more than that for Hawke. Not till she was safely out of the Imperium.
"Measured?" He glanced at his current attire, it wasn't particularly soiled, but it did have his departed master's design taste to it. Easily recognizable to say the least. He nodded and shifted to stand up, catching her scent. It was entrancing, but it was not the time nor the place to act upon his interests, "Should I strip?" He'd been fitted before, and Danarius preferred him being nude to be sized properly.
Hawke blinked, then shook her head, her black wig shifting oddly on her head. Sighing, she pulled the wig off, revealing a hair net and bobby pins holding down tresses of what appeared to be several colors, "No, you're good dressed. I'm not going for skin tight, though it does suit you well." She gave a flirtatious smirk, "I'll be able to find something decent enough with just the base measurements." She could tell he was finely muscled, toned and likely he looked amazing under the clothes he wore. She moved to get a measure over his chest, avoiding contact with his skin since lyrium reacted to those with mage power and she didn't want him to know her full abilities yet.
He stood still as she moved around him measuring his body, though her touch was through cloth he felt his skin burn in a way he'd not known before. The back of his mind he was begging her to touch him directly, but she refrained, as if avoiding touching him at all. When she knelt down before him to get his inseam he had to concentrate not to allow his hands to touch her. Fenris did allow his mind to wander to lurid thoughts of her fingers sliding down his zipper and finding how far his lyrium markings went. His thoughts abruptly left him at the sensation of her hand running up his inner thigh to get the measurement of his inseam. Fenris's breath hitched momentarily, barely noticeable at all but he still felt embarrassed by his reactions. He'd had better training than this, but something about this woman was throwing all of that out the window already.
She'd mostly not done it on purpose. Mostly. His reaction had been slight, but getting even that little out of him meant she was more of a distraction to him than he could handle. In some ways Hawke was pleased with that reaction. After all she'd made herself highly appealing to men of all kinds, but he was a true test of what she could do. And the smallest lingering blush was simply too amusing not to grin over. As she stood up she gave him an impish smile, "Too close for comfort, Fenris~?" She asked in a jovial tone.
Fenris had a sudden urge to push this woman down and show her exactly how close she'd gotten and what kind of a reaction his body was having to her touch. It was almost a feral sort of reaction to Hawke, "No. However you may wish to get to your errands before the night grows later." His tone was a little lower than it had been before, a huskiness to it that he could not hide. The poor elf was getting all hot and bothered simply from touch through clothing. It was ridiculous. He was not the trained to be so easily riled, but this woman with slight action could make his trained mind revert back to that of a man who only wanted a woman in the most carnal of senses. His eyes dark as he looked at her, even with that ridiculous thing on her head, he simply wanted to bury his body in hers and the hell with the rest of her plan.
Hawke stepped back from that tone. It sent shivers up her spine. Something she wasn't sure she enjoyed. She smiled a bit, "Yes. Need to get that all done, and then sleep. Actual sleep." She could ignore most if not all of her own attraction to him, except when his eyes were like that. His gaze seemed to burn her with how hotly he was looking at her, "So, I will be back." She avoided it all, denied it, shoved any idea of responding to him down into her lock box of things she'd deal with when she got home. Heading out the door, she nearly ran to the car. He was trouble. Attractive, recently freed, and rearing for excitement trouble. She put him on her list of 'no touchy' as she had any man she'd been attracted to. The list was far shorter than most would have thought, and his name was now on it in big bright bold letters.
As the door to the room shut, Fenris took a deep calming breath. Was he only attracted to the power that had freed him? Glancing in the mirror behind the TV he shook his head at himself. No. It was deeper than that. Her scent, her body, her touch...everything about her called to his real nature, the wild animal that was hidden in every one. When they left the Imperium, and got back to her home in Kirkwall...he would make efforts to court her. He only hoped there was no one there who already had her heart.