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scarfacemarston · 2 years ago

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saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

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Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home. His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together.

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language.

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done.

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

#fenris x hawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris x m!hawke #fenris x f!hawke #Dragon age Fenris #fenris dragon age #marian hawke #garrett hawke #varric tethras #dragon age isabela #dragon age merrill #aveline vallen #dragon age anders #da2 #dragon age 2

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obsessedfangirl22 · 4 months ago

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Sneak peak to my next fan fic project 💖

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #aveline vallen #dragon age aveline #aveline dragon age #fem hawke #mage hawke #hawke dragon age #anders x hawke #sebastian vael #sebastian dragon age #dragon age Sebastian #anders dragon age #dragon age anders

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annoyed-galaxy · 7 months ago

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Fictober 2024 ~ 4

"no, we're not doing that"

DA2 Fanfiction In which the Kirkwall gang gets hired on a mission that involves disguising themselves as women. This causes some discomfort for Seth as a trans man, but it's worth it to see and dance with his love, Anders in a dress. Can also be found on Ao3

“Why is alway thieving jobs…” Seth sighed as the human man finished his explanation.

“It’s not stealing…It’s getting something that was stolen back!” the human defended himself.

“Still requires stealing from someone,” Varric pointed out.

“It should be easy. Lady Monteforte is having a ladies night tonight, a ball with her and every noblewoman in town,” the man explained. “It was her husband who stole this jewel from me and presented it to her. I don’t know where she has it, but I know it’s in her house. You could sneak into it and get the jewel back.”

“I don’t think any of us could successfully sneak into a house while there’s a woman only party going on,” Fenris argued, raising an eyebrow.

The man put his chin in his hand. “Hm, I agree. There’s not like a back door you could enter since this is one of the close knit houses in Hightown.” The man’s eyes lit up. “You could disguise yourselves!”

“No, uh uh, we’re not doing that,” Seth immediately denied shaking his hands and head. “I’m out.”

“Oh pleeeeease, Champion! That jewel means so much to me! It was a family heirloom and I’ll pay handsomely for it.”

Seth looked at him with a deadpan face. “I don’t need money anymore.”

“Well…I…” The man panicked. “What about a weapon or a uh…armor piece?” Seth motioned to his armor and staff. “Okay well…shit.” The man fell to his knees, clasping his hands together. “Please messere, I need this!”

Seth backed up, looking slightly uncomfortable at the situation. Varric raised an eyebrow. “Thought you wouldn’t mind sneaking into a fun party.”

Seth frowned. “If the only way is through the front door and disguising oneself as a woman, not particularly.”

Anders put a hand on Seth’s shoulder, comfort in his eyes. Seth kind of leaned back into the man and seemed less tense. There was some sort of understanding between the two that made Varric wonder if there was something else going on about this mission.

“Is there nothing I can offer you to take on this quest for me?” the man pleaded once more.

“Come on Hawke,” Varric pressed. “It could be some fun. Cause some chaos, steal a jewel, a fun heist!”

Seth looked at the dwarf. “No.”

Anders rubbed Seth’s arms. “It would only be a night of some silly fun,” Anders added. “Besides, I would join you.”

Seth looked up at Anders in surprise. “I don’t want to and you know why.”

Anders nodded. “I know, but don’t you want to have some fun? I’d be in a dress,” Anders smirked.

Seth sighed. “Fiiiiiiine,” Seth relinquished. “We’ll get your stupid jewel, but you better pay out the ass for this.”

The man practically jumped to his feet. “Thank you!”

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Seth had to admit, this was probably going to be more fun than he thought. He almost burst out in tears of laughter when he saw Fenris and Varric in their disguises. Fenris looked horribly uncomfortable, wearing the most floofiest dress Seth had ever seen. He also wore a horrible blonde wig, decorated with beautiful flowers and gold kohl around his eyes. He would have looked beautiful if it weren’t for his grouching face.

“On second thought, I am regretting this,” Fenris growled.

Aveline and Merrill had joined the party, helping the boys get dressed up. Aveline decided to join on the festivities and as guard captain, getting in would be easy for her. Merrill was posing as her servant.

Varric also wore a poofy dress, but other than that, he hadn’t done much to make himself look womanly. When Aveline asked if that was sufficient, he shrugged. “Have you seen dwarven women?”

When Anders came out of the dressing room, Seth fell in love all over again. He wore a slim white dress that flared out near the bottom. The shoulders were cut out, revealing skin underneath, but white feathers sprouted around the holes. Anders had let his hair down completely, letting some of it fall in front of his face. He wore his red band of cloth that Seth had given him around his neck and had on brown and silver kohl on his eyes. He also replaced his gold earring with a silver one this time, to match the rest of the outfit.

Seth’s jaw practically hit the floor and his heart beat faster and faster. “You…uh…Maker…” He was at a lost for words and Anders just smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Wow Anders you look so lovely!” Merrill complimented, smiling so wide.

Even Aveline was shocked. “I am impressed. You definitely pass more than anyone else here. Even me and Merrill I think,” she joked.

“I like to be dramatic,” Anders replied.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Varric snorted.

Everyone then turned to Seth, who was still in his house clothes. “Well,” Aveline urged.

Seth sighed. “Do I have to?”

Anders approached him and Seth immediately felt his heart flip at the beautiful man. “I’ll be there with you,” he said, holding Seth’s hands.

Maker damn it all, if Seth got to see Anders like this all night he would do it.

Seth went into his room and shut the door.

It took about an hour, but afterwards the door to Seth’s room opened and he walked out. Everyone gasped as Seth walked in with the red dress his mother used to wear. It was from her young days and she had once told him she would have given it to either him or Bethany when they got older, but Bethany passed and Seth had transitioned.

He kind of wished she was here to see at least one of her children wear the beautiful dress.

He had shaved his growing stubble, his face now smooth and clean. Luckily the tea he took every night would allow it to grow back fast with no issue, so he hadn’t minded, but it still felt weird for his face to be so clean after all these years. He had put his hair in a braid and laid it across one shoulder, the shoulder not revealed by the dress. He had put on some black eyeliner and other makeup that highlighted the feminine features of his face.

The Hawke that walked out of that room was a completely different Hawke.

Everyone gasped, except for Anders who smiled softly.

“Holy crap!” Varric was stunned.

“How did you manage that?” Aveline asked.

Seth shrugged. “Maybe it’s because I was already born a woman,” he admitted. Anders had known for a long time as Seth came clean about it their first night together. Luckily, Anders hadn’t cared what his body was like and was not thrown off by anything.

It wasn’t something that ever came up in conversations so Seth didn’t feel the need to ever bring it up, but of course some hijinks like this would cause it to be brought up.

“I think you look stunning as usual,” Anders said, approaching Seth and taking his hand in his own. The two of them looked like beautiful brides and the others couldn’t help but notice how well they complimented each other.

Aveline chuckled. “Well I think I know who’s going to be doing the stealing,” she said, looking pointedly at Fenris and Varric. The two of them looked at each other then back at Aveline.

“Huh?”

“Merrill and I blend in naturally, but those two,” she pointed at Seth and Anders, “are so perfectly gorgeous together, they may steal the show.”

Seth fidgeted under the gaze of everyone. He hated looking like this. Anders noticed and forced him to look at him. His worries melted as he looked at the beauty that was his partner. He could stand looking like a woman again if it meant he got to see his partner like this for an entire night. Maybe that’s what Anders’s plan was.

“Well, let’s get going then,” Varric clapped his hands together. The moon was already rising and the party would be starting soon.

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Surprisingly, getting through the front door had been easy. Aveline had been recgonized and as the guard-captain, she was able to convince the doorsmen that her companions were old friends, nobles from other places in the Free Marches. As long as no one asked specifics, everything would be fine. Aveline had worn a lovely mix of armor and a dress. She wore a decorative chestplate on top of the beige gown she had worn at her wedding. She wasn’t much of a dress woman and she hated pure white. It had worked quite well.

Merrill had worn a very simple and plain dress, attempting to not stand out since she was simply posing as Aveline’s servant. However, there were gasps and whispers once the men showed up. They seemed convincing enough, at least Seth and Anders most of all. Varric was still a dwarf, but simple enough that people didn’t give him a second glance. Fenris was still brooding despite everyone trying to get him to act right. He kept scratching his wig.

“Kaafas,” he cursed.

“Where did that idiot even say where the jewel was?” Seth murmured, looking around. Lady Monteforte was easy to spot as she was so bejeweled and decorated that it was almost hard to look at her with how shiny she was.

“I think he mentioned it might be in the lady’s room,” Varric answered.

“She could be wearing it,” Fenris growled, shielding his eyes from the horribly blinged woman.

“Maker I hope not,” Anders frowned. “We’d never get it off her that way.”

“We could always ask,” Varric shrugged. Everyone looked at him, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Okay maybe not.”

“That guy did give you a description of what it looked like at least, right?” Aveline asked.

“Yeah, I went back to him before we came here to make sure we were looking for the right thing,” Varric said. “From the description, Lady Monteforte is definitely not wearing it. It’s too big. Like this size.” Varric made a shape with hands.

“Maker’s breath, no wonder it was stolen,” Anders said in amazement.

“Look, let’s just split up and see if we can find where it is. Merrill, Varric, maybe you two could sneak around and get upstairs and search the rooms up there,” Seth ordered.

“We’d need a distraction to make things easier,” Varric said.

Anders linked his arm with Seth’s. “Allow us, then.”

Without another word, Anders pulled Seth into the middle of the ballroom where other ladies had been dancing with each other. Seth’s face reddened in embarrassment as Anders twirled him about and then brought him close. “I can’t dance, Anders!” Seth whisper-shouted.

“Just follow my moves, love,” Anders winked.

The red and white dresses of Seth and Anders overtook the dance floor as both men elegantly flowed across it. The ladies around gasped and stared in amazement, even Lady Monteforte took a notice to them, watching with intent as these two strange noble ladies apparently stole the crowd’s breath away.

Seth had no clue how he was following Anders’s moves so well, but they just fell in line naturally. And Seth couldn’t help but just continue looking at Anders, his heart leaping in his chest. His smile was so beautiful and pure, the way his hair whipped across his face as they spun on the floor. The way his makeup caused his amber eyes to pop more.

Seth was in love. So in love. Maker this was worth it. He hadn’t even noticed Varric and Fenris and Merrill make their way upstairs because he was so distracted with Anders. In fact, the whole world just melted away and all he could see or feel was Anders.

He would die for this man.

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Varric and the elves scoured every room on the upstairs floor until they finally got to the master bedroom. They probably should have started there considering all things, but what they found was not what they expected.

“Well shit,” Varric breathed when he opened the door. In the middle of the room was the body of Lady Monteforte’s husband. He lay in a pool of blood and right in the middle of his chest was the jewel, glowing and humming slightly.

“Blood magic,” Fenris growled.

“Isn’t it always,” Varric sighed. They entered the room and poked around a bit before even daring to touch the body.

Merrill had found a journal and called out when she did, reading some of the more recent entries. “’My husband retrieved the jewel and offered it to me. Such a lovely slave. He has done well and now his blood and body will prove useful for the ritual tonight. The coven will gather and under the guise of a ball, we will have all we need to take over Kirkwall.’” Merrill looked up with concern in her eyes.

Varric and Fenris just looked at each other, annoyance on their faces. “We can’t ever have a normal job can we?” Varric droned.

Fenris shook his head. “Well at least I get to do something fun at this miserable party.”

“Kill blood mages?” Varric asked.

Fenris nodded. “Kill blood mages.”

Merrill let out a squeak as Fenris pushed past her and grabbed the jewel from the man’s body. Then Fenris shoved it in her arms. “You hold this. Varric and I are going to deal with the witches. Get this out of the house.”

Merrill fumbled with the bloody jewel before nodding nervously and looking fro a window to climb out of.

“So, you think Anders’s invisibility spell actually worked?” Varric asked. “Because I haven’t felt Bianca this entire time.”

Fenris reached back and grasped around the air where his sword would have been. Sure enough, the blade was still there and as he unsheathed it, it shimmered into view, breaking the spell. “Guess he made them light too so we didn’t move weirdly,” Fenris shrugged.

Varric reached back and just like Fenris’s sword, Bianca shimmered into view as he pulled the crossbow out. “Let’s crash a party!”

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How long had he been dancing? How long had he lost himself in those eyes? How long was Anders genuinely smiling? When did more people join the dance floor? How much time had passed? Had the others found what they were looking for?

Seth was lost. He couldn’t think of anything except Anders. He didn’t care about the dress anymore. He didn’t care how he looked anymore. He just never wanted Anders to let him go. He could have been enthralled by a desire demon, but wouldn’t have cared if it was Anders.

Then there was screaming and shouting that crashed into his fantasy. Anders’s smile quickly faded and the mage pulled Seth close to him. His head rested against one of Anders’s shoulder and both of them were breathing hard, dancing for who knows how long.

Then Seth felt the air start to cool and he noticed Anders was forming a ball of ice in one of his hands. Seth turned to look over his shoulder and saw Varric and Fenris fighting a group of women. He was so confused until the women began cutting themselves and using their blood to summon demons.

Oh great. Of course this was some sort of blood mage party. He was thankful, at least, for Anders’s spell he had cast on all their weapons before entering the house. He pulled away from Anders, heartbroken to do so, but took his staff out, the bladed staff shimmering into view and immediately launched a spark of lightning into the crowd of blood mages.

Aveline had pulled out her sword and shield, immediately jumping on the defensive against some women who turned on her. Some women were screeching and running out of the house.

Lady Monteforte looked pissed as her plans had been ruined. She let out a blood curdling screech as she unsheathed a blade and sliced a large gash across her chest, blood pooling out on the ground. From the blood she summoned demons. Seth turned to face her, looking at the blood on the ground.

He quickly glanced behind him, making sure everyone else was occupied with their battles. Anders noticed what he was doing and stepped in between him and their friends, continuing to offer support to them. Seth smirked as he looked back at the lady.

Use her own weapon against her.

Seth’s eyes began to glow red as he reached out toward her blood. The blood snaked back up her body, piercing into her skin and she screamed in pain as Seth turned her blood against her. The blood wrapped around her throat, squeezing and squeezing until all the blood seeped back into her body and then a moment later, she burst into gibblets. Seth shook his hand and his eyes returned to normal.

They cleaned up the rest of the demons and blood mages with ease, ending the party early and ending a cult. Just another day for Seth and his friends.

“So. Did you guys find the jewel?” Seth asked, wiping some blood from his face.

Varric nodded. “Gave it to Daisy and she ran with it, getting it off the premise.”

“I’m assuming our dear lady was using it for some sort of ritual,” Seth guessed.

“Is it a surprise?” Fenris snorted.

“Maybe we should tell our friend that his jewel was used for such nefarious purposes,” Aveline suggested.

“Either way, let’s get out of here.” Varric wiped his hands and began walking out. Aveline and Fenris followed.

Anders pulled Seth back for a moment. “I’m sorry we convinced you to dress like this. I hoped that maybe distracting you would make it more tolerable.”

Seth smiled. “It definitely worked. And I’m not surprised we managed to save the day again from blood mages,” Seth laughed.

“That’s just what we do,” Anders replied. Then he pulled Seth into a kiss. Seth had been wanting nothing more all night and leaned into it. When they pulled apart, Anders whispered into Seth’s ear. “Now let’s get home so I can tear that dress off you.”

Seth’s face went red and his eyes widened and his heart flipped again. The smile on Anders’s face left much to the imagination and Seth had the sudden urge to race back home.

But business was business first. Then, he could take Anders up on his offer.

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privatebooth · 3 months ago

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No idea what Aveline and Varric could be arguing about on the Wounded coast and what Hawke could be annoyed about... I just needed someone to be there!

The goal, of course, was to show Fenris making sad eyes at Hawke while interacting with Dog.

I think Dog tried to inquire why Fenris doesn't come to the estate anymore... when He could make his human feel better.

(This takes place before Hawke gives him the book and offers to teach him to read, so it will get better)

#dragon age 2 #da2 #fenhawke #hawris #fenris #garrett hawke #male hawke x fenris #fenris x m!hawke #rendering #private ramblings #aveline vallen #varric tethras #development

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divinekangaroo · 1 year ago

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I attempted to replay DAII a few weeks back for the pleasure/refresher of the story and the character arcs but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Have lost lots of capacity to enjoy game mechanics which extend length of time to engage w story and notwithstanding the dialogue is quite excellent (in a game context) it’s clunky for, say, a story, and the physical/visual staging in character interactions is v dated. (Key Settings are pretty decent for symbolism tho)

and that’s when I realised the first time ever why sometimes fans *do* get interested enough to write full novelisations of a thing.

#I would prob read one.#I would prob also still be interested enough to write one if I didn’t have competing priorities #I’d still hold it needs to be aveline’s pov tho not varric #aveline’s conflicted morality as a corrupt cop favouring the criminal immigrant who saved her life and wangled her position of power #watching as that crim legitimises himself but continues to operate between the lines #because after all he’s a blood mage #gooooooooood I would want this #blood mage Hawke x Isabela who abandons him to the arishok #rivals Anders and Merrill and executes anders; mage Beth and temp carver live tho #friends/romance Fenris post Isabela and friends varric #but at the end of it Hawke cannot bring himself to support Templars and has to kill Fenris #Aveline narrative voice as if she is untouched and non influential on all this while reader can See her Hypocricy #only varric calls her out #Also can we have more Leandra being complex and hypocritical too

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perlen-gold · 2 years ago

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A fenhawke story

Chapter 2

Somewhen, somewhere, someone is clicking the door, embossed into the night, standing there, speaking from far away. The door clacks again.

He covers his maimed face, as if to shield, as if he can block the lyrium’s aching glow out. His voice is a distorted, cracked thing, disastrous and broken. He slips his right hand to his chest where his heart, tripping, blundering, beats its fractured agonizing beats. The weeps wreathing themselves from his split lips have his eyes shut against the sudden splendor of the bluish veins and their torturing power. It tethers him to life. It grinds life’s boundaries in his skin right over his heart.

His cries have shrunken to hoarse groans and he draws sharp, shallow breaths between them when a voice breaks into them.

“Fenris?” Aveline, alarmed.

He sees her not, hears not.

More words. The fire has long since drawn its last breath, leaving nothing but chillness in the old estate. The rustling of paper. Gasps.

“Fenris.”

“Fenris!”

More versions of his name, his unimportant name. The only name which matters is falling, soundlessly, from his lips like winter’s hail.

A hesitating touch. Tentatively, Donnic tries to place both his hands on his shoulders. Fenris roars then like the sea waters rising to crash dykes and stonewalls, the red cloth still cradled against his heaving chest. He throws them from him, the lyrium growing teeth sharp and long, a white-hot thunderbolt in the biting-dark chamber. They retreat with fear. Donnic exhales, apprehensive and torn. Merrill flinches and recoils, her hand only inches from him before. Her face is a burial shroud white.

Their words mist around him as ghosts. Time and sound blur like melting watercolors into incomprehensibility. „Come, Fenris. You must not stay here.“ „Show … show me the letter.“ „Is it …?“ „It is Varric’s writing.“ „Come on. Up you get …“ „Listen to me –“ „Fenris …“ They kneel around him, Aveline standing behind them, near. His raucous voice still carries more power than Fenris would have expected as he roars again, teeth showing, the strained stream of their words lost with Hawke’s yelled name. Merrill tentatively tries to stroke his hair. She shrinks back from the lyrium-rivulets‘ renewed sudden flare. Tears wet the stone where she is kneeling like soft summer rain.

All of a sudden, Fenris stands.

Merrill and Donnic slightly back away from him. They stare at his ravaged features

„Where?“ He means to shout but his throat is only the inept rasping of leaves in a breeze, his chest blasted wide.

„We … we do not know, Fenris,“ Merrill whispers. Aveline steps toward him. Her face is gray, bloodless. Wet. Light green eyes sharp with tears. Donnic tries again, standing next to him. „Listen, Fenris …“ Aveline looks at Fenris‘ contorted face. His convulsed features which she has known for so long. Almost appalled. He staggers. A deep, abyssal rumble like a beast’s growl forces itself out from someplace chasm-deep within him. „Where?“ he repeats. His voice has never sounded this low. It glints with the crimson stains in his hair from his fingertips. Each trembling breath a shudder.

Aveline’s eyes meet her husband’s only for a split second. There is something in those light green eyes he can understand but not see anymore. „No one,“ huskily, Aveline speaks, pale determination on her face, „knows for sure where they – “

A vicious, fierce scarlet rage comes and he nearly draws his sword. „Where?“ Aveline takes a step back. He has never seen her do something like it in all their years. But out of the corner of his eye he sees the scribble in the bottom left corner on the letter in Merrill’s shaking hand.

His sword in his hand.

Wild murder in his heart.

They dare not follow him.

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