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We all have our inner demons (Some of us just more literally than others) drabble part I
What: Dragon Age 2
Who: Alexis Hawke and Fenris
Warnings: None
Word Count: 840-ish
Notes: Completely unbeta-d. Heck, I haven't even spell checked it yet. Just pure 3am feels that were strong enough I had to pause the game and scribble something down.
He watched her in silence while pretending to do otherwise, Fenris wasn't doing a very good job at it, but thankfully Hawke was preoccupied enough not to notice. Instead she sat in silence in the near dark, twirling a small dagger around with her fingers in an odd demonstration of skill.
As long as he'd known her, she'd never really used that dagger yet somehow she always seemed to have it on her person. It was strange and he hate to admit it, but it made him curious. A curiosity he'd been trying to deny for months now and it was finally getting the better of him.
"What does a mage require of a dagger? Planning your plummet into blood magic are we." He'd meant it as a sort of joke. The idea of this particular mage turning to blood magic was ludicrous even to his own ears. Which was alarming in its own way, how could he let a mage get close enough to him that he'd argue her the exception? But as soon as he spoke the words he'd realized what a mistake he'd made, watching with growing concern as her spine stiffened and her jaw clenched.
"No." Her answer was short, terse, and completely nothing like the Hawke he knew. She was almost always teasing smiles and charm, her demeanor only changing when her family was threatened or when it came to certain touchier aspects of mage rights. Shit. He'd stepped in it this time. How he'd fix this was beyond him, people skills weren't exactly his forte.
"I didn't mean that." Which was true, despite the fact that he would have meant that if he'd been addressing any other mage. "Tell me, why do you carry that dagger." Hawke's posture relaxed slightly, but she continued to remain tense, guarded. "I've carried this dagger ever since I was a little girl. As protection."
Fenris frowned slightly, unsure what to say. She was probably one of the most powerful mages he'd ever met, possibly the most powerful mage he'd ever met and she was relying on a dagger for protection? He didn't get the chance to ask his question, Hawke's voice picking up as if she'd somehow read his mind.
"From the templars. It's protection from the templars in case the worst should happen." At first Fenris couldn't quite comprehend what she was implying and he shamelessly stared at her for a few moments as his mind slowly registered the layers and implications to what should have been a simple statement. When he figured it out it was like someone had reached in and grabbed his heart, giving it a good squeeze. Was this what it felt like for his victims? No matter, that wasn't important right now.
"You're over-reacting surely. Do you find the idea of the circle that abhorrent?" Hawke turned away and Fenris found himself frowning even more, concern growing even as he wished she'd turn around and look at him again. Let him look into those peculiar eyes of hers that he'd already spent far too much time staring at. Where they green? Blue? Maybe they were just grey. It was a puzzle, much like Hawke herself and one he'd given considerable thought to even if he tried to pretend that it wasn't so.
"I swore I would live free and if I couldn't do that then I would at least die free." Her voice was cool, flat, and almost emotionless. There was no trace of the usual teasing warmth he'd come to associate with Hawke. It didn't suit her, he hated it. Hated this and he couldn't even understand quite why. He stiffened spine almost giving an audible snap as he realized she'd continued speaking while he'd been brooding. "-of my age, there'd be no second chances. I'd be surprised if they didn't brand me the first night."
His stomach twisted tightly at the thought, imagining Hawke speaking with the same voice as the tranquil he'd heard at the gallows. This strange mood was bad enough, but to loose that teasing smile, that cajoling voice forever? It did things to his insides that he couldn't even begin to categorize and it scared him. She was a mage. A mage! Standing up, he refused to look at her again, stalking for the door with narrow minded purpose. He had to get away, had to think, had to make sense of it all and he couldn't do that while she was in the same room, the same house, and possibly the same city even.
At the door he paused, staring at the door knob like it was a snake that would strike at any moment. "I've got... things to do." Fenris concluded flatly, both grateful and disappointed when she didn't bother to watch him leave. "If you should require my... services, you know where to find me." He didn't wait for an answer, leaving the house on ghostly quiet feet. Maybe she really did have a lot to think about, but now so did he.
Who: Alexis Hawke and Fenris
Warnings: None
Word Count: 840-ish
Notes: Completely unbeta-d. Heck, I haven't even spell checked it yet. Just pure 3am feels that were strong enough I had to pause the game and scribble something down.
He watched her in silence while pretending to do otherwise, Fenris wasn't doing a very good job at it, but thankfully Hawke was preoccupied enough not to notice. Instead she sat in silence in the near dark, twirling a small dagger around with her fingers in an odd demonstration of skill.
As long as he'd known her, she'd never really used that dagger yet somehow she always seemed to have it on her person. It was strange and he hate to admit it, but it made him curious. A curiosity he'd been trying to deny for months now and it was finally getting the better of him.
"What does a mage require of a dagger? Planning your plummet into blood magic are we." He'd meant it as a sort of joke. The idea of this particular mage turning to blood magic was ludicrous even to his own ears. Which was alarming in its own way, how could he let a mage get close enough to him that he'd argue her the exception? But as soon as he spoke the words he'd realized what a mistake he'd made, watching with growing concern as her spine stiffened and her jaw clenched.
"No." Her answer was short, terse, and completely nothing like the Hawke he knew. She was almost always teasing smiles and charm, her demeanor only changing when her family was threatened or when it came to certain touchier aspects of mage rights. Shit. He'd stepped in it this time. How he'd fix this was beyond him, people skills weren't exactly his forte.
"I didn't mean that." Which was true, despite the fact that he would have meant that if he'd been addressing any other mage. "Tell me, why do you carry that dagger." Hawke's posture relaxed slightly, but she continued to remain tense, guarded. "I've carried this dagger ever since I was a little girl. As protection."
Fenris frowned slightly, unsure what to say. She was probably one of the most powerful mages he'd ever met, possibly the most powerful mage he'd ever met and she was relying on a dagger for protection? He didn't get the chance to ask his question, Hawke's voice picking up as if she'd somehow read his mind.
"From the templars. It's protection from the templars in case the worst should happen." At first Fenris couldn't quite comprehend what she was implying and he shamelessly stared at her for a few moments as his mind slowly registered the layers and implications to what should have been a simple statement. When he figured it out it was like someone had reached in and grabbed his heart, giving it a good squeeze. Was this what it felt like for his victims? No matter, that wasn't important right now.
"You're over-reacting surely. Do you find the idea of the circle that abhorrent?" Hawke turned away and Fenris found himself frowning even more, concern growing even as he wished she'd turn around and look at him again. Let him look into those peculiar eyes of hers that he'd already spent far too much time staring at. Where they green? Blue? Maybe they were just grey. It was a puzzle, much like Hawke herself and one he'd given considerable thought to even if he tried to pretend that it wasn't so.
"I swore I would live free and if I couldn't do that then I would at least die free." Her voice was cool, flat, and almost emotionless. There was no trace of the usual teasing warmth he'd come to associate with Hawke. It didn't suit her, he hated it. Hated this and he couldn't even understand quite why. He stiffened spine almost giving an audible snap as he realized she'd continued speaking while he'd been brooding. "-of my age, there'd be no second chances. I'd be surprised if they didn't brand me the first night."
His stomach twisted tightly at the thought, imagining Hawke speaking with the same voice as the tranquil he'd heard at the gallows. This strange mood was bad enough, but to loose that teasing smile, that cajoling voice forever? It did things to his insides that he couldn't even begin to categorize and it scared him. She was a mage. A mage! Standing up, he refused to look at her again, stalking for the door with narrow minded purpose. He had to get away, had to think, had to make sense of it all and he couldn't do that while she was in the same room, the same house, and possibly the same city even.
At the door he paused, staring at the door knob like it was a snake that would strike at any moment. "I've got... things to do." Fenris concluded flatly, both grateful and disappointed when she didn't bother to watch him leave. "If you should require my... services, you know where to find me." He didn't wait for an answer, leaving the house on ghostly quiet feet. Maybe she really did have a lot to think about, but now so did he.