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Post by Fenris on May 9, 2016 22:27:02 GMT -5
"True enough." the warrior agreed, not wanting to get too far into that topic again, considering how well it had gone the first time. He had to give the other elf some credit though. She'd come a long way, most notable in recent years. While she was by no means a slave, she seemed to find comfort in serving others. She had the freedom to do what she wished, but she enjoyed being of use to someone, which he couldn't necessarily say he didn't sympathize with, though obviously to different degrees. She couldn't have chosen a better person to serve under though, as not once could he ever say Hawke had treated her poorly. Not that he expected it, of course. This was the woman who helped him be free, after all. Perhaps her empathy wasn't always a bad thing, though Fenris would still be there to ensure she didn't show her sympathies to the wrong people... Or try to anyway. That was just another thing they couldn't seem to agree on, though he of course knew better than expect her to change her ways. He didn't even really want that, but he did wish she'd practice some caution from time to time. "Oh? If you hadn't moved, I'd still be sleeping." he countered, though hardly seemed upset about it as his words might have implied, merely teasing her because he could. "I suppose I can find it in myself to forgive you though." he hummed thoughtfully, a faint smile across his lips. The elf didn't always brood, thankfully, though only a rare few ever had the chance to witness it. At the comment of his hair, the elf merely scoffed though couldn't actually disagree. Soon he may have to start tying it back, perhaps even put that scarf she'd given him to use. He shrugged at the thought, listening as she told of poor Carver's fate when she had her hands on him. "No offense, but I think I will take care of it myself." he suggested with a chuckle. "I'd rather not lose my head, you see?" he explained, which was not entirely a joke, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, it was no real hassle currently. As long as it didn't block his vision, he could care less what his hair looked like. Looking down to her, he'd notice she was looking away from him now, and try as she might to prevent it, he managed to catch the faint redness of her cheeks. "Catching a fever, Hawke?" he asked coyly, hardly pretending like he hadn't known the true cause. what an ass lol |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 9, 2016 23:20:01 GMT -5
"Hey, nature was calling," she protested, sticking her tongue out at him like a child. Fenris was just about the only person who could draw out this side of her, and even he only saw it sometimes. It was part of what she loved about him, the side of him that only she got to see, and the side of her that he drew out.
She laughed at his reaction to her jab at his hair. "Honestly, I don't blame you," she responded. Bethany always had a certain way she'd liked her hair, and she hated it when anyone else messed with it. Which was part of why she hated it so much when Carver nailed her braid to the bed at night. Zaria knew Fenris still had that scarf she'd given him years ago somewhere in that dusty mansion, maybe she'd even get to see him wear it.
When he teased her again, her cheeks blushed brighter. She sighed, doing her best to avoid meeting his eyes. "It's not fair that you can still make my heart race, even after all these years," she finally admitted. The blush contrasted oddly well with the tattoo on her face. "You're always so composed, until I do something stupid. You always seem so... un-bothered by things, until you get mad." She took a breath and let it out, and all of a sudden she was kissing him again. "It drives me nuts sometimes," she muttered between kisses. "In more ways than one..." Her hand moved to his chest as she shifted to get a better angle, so she wasn't craning her neck quite so much. Unconsciously, she was careful to not touch the lyrium markings across his skin. She knew how sensitive they could be when touched, and she had learned to be careful of them not long after they got together.
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Post by Fenris on May 10, 2016 0:09:07 GMT -5
The warrior rolled his eyes at the childish display, though he obviously found it endearing if that smile he wore was any sort of indication. Funny to think back and realize this woman was the one Anso had brought to his attention. He certainly wouldn't have expected to be lying in bed with her now, but he certainly hadn't regretted putting his trust in the man, another dwarf he was indebted to it seemed. Zaria hadn't taken too much offense to his jab at least, though he doubted she really would, given she opened herself up to it by bringing it up at all. Not many people easily recognized his sense of humor and even Varric had to question whether he was joking or not at one point, but she seemed to have caught on and was one of the rare few he could joke around with, without risking accidentally offending. He did enough of that without even trying anyway! It appeared he'd just made matters worse by indirectly calling her out for blushing as the flush of her face just got brighter as she continued to avoid eye contact. Was he meant to apologize for having that effect on her? He didn't see why, but hadn't even the opportunity to question it as she continued. She seemed upset that he managed to keep calm? How odd. Disregarding his occasional slips of course, there wasn't too much that bothered him and he'd never really seen it as much of an advantage until he'd witnessed others who weren't so fortunate. Like his markings, however, he wouldn't say it came too well recommended, Fenris having to adjust to horrible conditions to reach this calm state, but that was just another fact about himself he didn't care to share too much, even with her. Before he could think much on that topic, she was already upon him, catching the elf off guard as she kissed him. Though stunned for a second or so, he fell into it fast enough, having no reason to complain. Fenris hummed his approval against her lips, chuckling as she admitted his behavior drove her nuts in a variety of ways. "I'd apologize..." he began to say between their breaks. "But I'm not actually sorry." he admitted cheekily before meeting her lips again, tilting his head a bit to give them both a better vantage. The elf felt her fingers trace his skin and had it been anyone else, no doubt would he have been bothered, perhaps even turn hostile. She, of course, was different, always making a point to avoid touching his markings as much as she could once she'd learned more about them. He never really said it out loud, but he certainly appreciated her thoughtfulness. Many would consider him a man who would shy away from physical contact, but he actually enjoyed it when pain wasn't a factor. Quite frankly, Hawke was the only person he trusted not to hurt him, but was ironically the one person who could really hurt him the most if she wanted to. It was quite a scary thought, but he was fortunate to know she loved him, which was something he hadn't expected to ever really experience. fenris: sorry not sorry |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 10, 2016 1:28:53 GMT -5
Despite all the arguments they got into, Zaria felt that she knew Fenris better than anyone else. Not even Varric was always sure when Fenris was joking. But it seemed her words had caught him off-guard. She had to remind herself that neither of them had much experience with romantic relationships before meeting each other. There were very few things that threw her Fenris off more than some of the things that she did, after all. She laughed softly through their kisses at his words, not surprised in the least. It wasn't like him to be sorry for something like this, after all.
Zaria moved so she was in his lap, her hands against his chest as she leaned in to kiss him again. Her body fit his perfectly, and she knew his clothing would keep her skin from brushing against his markings. She put her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself closer to him. She had been unconsciously avoiding the marks for years now, when she remembered. Sometimes things still got too heated, and then she forgot completely.
Her magic, usually under tight control, slowly began to unravel and bleed into the air around them. Even through her closed eyes, she could see the flashes of blue as the lyrium under his skin reacted to her magic. She never purposely let her magic leak into the air, but sometimes it just happened. At least it only turned into electrical sparks that jumped across her skin when she was really, really mad.
She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, feeling the heat running through her.
A knock on the door made Zaria gasp in surprise and fall off his lap, landing on her side on the bed again. She bit her lip to keep from laughing at herself. "Messerre, breakfast is ready," came Orana's voice through the door.
"Thank you Orana, we'll be down in a bit," she said, a little too quickly.
"Yes messerre," the elf responded. The soft footsteps faded as she walked away from the door. Zaria burst out laughing as she sat back up.
"Well, at least she didn't walk in," she said when she'd stopped laughing. She dropped a quick kiss on Fenris's lips before reaching for her hairbrush again. She moved her hair while she was brushing it, showing that even the back of her neck and her ears had flushed a pale pink.
At least Orana had learned by now to knock and wait for a come in before opening the door. The unfortunate elf had walked in on Zaria and Fenris more than once.
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Post by Fenris on May 10, 2016 1:57:53 GMT -5
Well now, it seemed kissing wasn't solely on the menu for this morning, Fenris watching as she crawled onto his lap, the elf grabbing onto her hips gently to keep her steady as she moved to lean in once more. When their relationship first started, the Fenris would have been a little uneasy about being in this sort of position, for more reasons than one, but over the years he'd grown accustom to it all and trusted the woman to not harm him, at least intentionally. When she did slip up, of course he powered through it, having a pretty decent pain tolerance he'd like to think. After all, there wasn't as much a worse pain than the experiment that gave him these markings, and she was hardly ever rough to begin with. Fortunately, most of the times when those slip ups occurred, he usually had... something else to keep his mind off of the pain. As they went on with their little session, Fenris could practically feel the magic in the air, peeking open an eye out of caution, of course, till he realized it was her doing. While not completely comfortable with it, he'd grown to tolerate her little slip ups for the most part, seeing as they rarely ever harmed him (unless of course he angered her, in which case... he kind of deserved it). Seeing no immediate harm, and trusting Hawke to keep in check, he closed his eyes again and attempted to relax, letting her soft lips distract him from the lyrium in his skin, reacting to the magic coursing around them. It hadn't ruined the mood at least, evident by the sound he made, that purr-like hum as she ran her fingers through his hair. If she didn't watch herself, he might- Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the two of them were immediately alert, though Hawke had been less graceful about it, Fenris hissing lightly in minor pain as she fell off of him. He couldn't be upset about it though, catching Hawke biting her lip, struggling to not laugh. It made Fenris roll his eyes, the elf licking his lips as Zaria addressed Orana through the door. Almost as soon as the other elf had arrive, she was gone, leaving the two with a bit more privacy. At least she'd learned. Perhaps the only time Fenris had ever turned red was getting caught in a rather vulnerable position with Hawke. He was simply relieved he didn't have to go through that again. Try as he might to act serious, her cracking up had managed to gather a chuckle from the broody elf as well, sighing as she pointed out how they should be grateful. "You know, we'd be less likely interrupted if we took this to my mansion." he suggests for who knows how many times now. His mansion wasn't exactly as grand as Hawke's estate, but it offered far more privacy thanks to the fact that most people were too afraid to approach the building, less they invoke the wolf's wrath. They just had to deal with the very dark and unwelcoming mansion with walls covered in stains and the occasional shattered bottle on the floor. He typically kicked it to the side so he didn't step on it though. But he supposed taking Hawke there wouldn't really do either. She doubted she'd enjoy it much, as the others made a point to question why he even stayed there as much as she did, though obviously for different reasons. Taking the kiss with pleasure, Fenris sat back and watched for a couple of moments as Hawke went to continue brushing her hair before the elf decided to get out of bed, heading across the room to where his armor lied. Unfortunately, outside of this room Fenris didn't feel comfortable going without it, especially in regards to his hands. Those claw like gauntlets were simply a necessity and he'd like to think people were less likely to approach a fully armored man, elf or not. Of course it was just as likely to bring him trouble, but he'd rather take fights than awkward conversations any day. he's not as intimidating without his armor >:V lol |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 10, 2016 12:13:51 GMT -5
"You know, I can deal with the stains and the broken glass, but have you cleaned those sheets recently?" she teased. "Everything in that place is covered in dust. If the sheets are too, there could be bugs. And bugs tend to ruin the mood more than my magic, your markings, or even Orana." Her grin took the bite out of her words, and she stood and slipped her feet into her house shoes. She'd change into her armor after breakfast. "Meet you downstairs," she said, giving Fenris a quick kiss on the cheek as she walked out the door. As much as she loved Fenris, she wasn't such a fan of his mansion. She understood, sort of, why he was hesitant to move out, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy the place he insisted on staying in sometimes.
"A new letter for you Messerre," Orana said politely.
"Thanks Orana," Zaria responded, walking over to the desk that was by the main hall's fireplace. "Why would Aveline need to send a letter? She's close enough she could just come over herself." She read over the letter and sighed, shaking her head. Just how many times did they have to clear out those caves anyway? She didn't look up when she heard Fenris coming down the stairs.
"Apparently Aveline wants my help in clearing out the old slavers dens again," she told him, grinning slightly, and glanced up at him. "Want to lend your sword?" She didn't even really need to ask, she knew his answer. If it concerned slavers, he was always willing to help fight. And Aveline knew there was always a chance that Fenris would be there too whenever she asked Zaria for help. She turned her attention back to the letter. "Looks like word got out about Tevinter's threats to Ferelden and Orlais and someone's taking advantage. Aveline's got her hands full with that issue between the Carta and some Hightown merchants, so she can't oversee it herself." She sighed and shook her head, putting the letter down, and looked up at Fenris. "We'll go after breakfast of course. No sense fighting on an empty stomach." She offered a smile to Orana, who returned the smile before disappearing into the dining room. She sighed and shook her head. "Hawke to the rescue again, it seems," she muttered. "And here I was hoping we'd be able to spend today together, just us." She shot a teasing grin at Fenris, then made her way toward the dining room.
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Post by Fenris on May 11, 2016 3:42:36 GMT -5
He sort of walked right into that one, didn't he? The elf merely shook his head at her teasing. Fenris didn't find himself complaining too much when he slept on that dusty sheet, though most of it was probably due to the fact that even he rarely ever slept on the beds in his mansion. "Fair enough." he consented, having not actually expected to change her mind to begin with. She never really cared for his mansion, and he would never force her to stay there. The only reason he continued to do so was simply because he wasn't able to let go of his past as easily as he'd have liked. Perhaps it was for the best that they didn't have their 'sessions' there. Despite the little interruptions, he admittedly enjoyed Hawke's abode even more than his own. In comparison there was no real contest between the two. Her's was warm and inviting, full of life, whereas his was cold and gloomy, perhaps fitting for such a broody elf. As he pulled on his armor, he caught Zaria approaching from the side, the tips of his ears growing a little red as she gave him a little peck to the cheek. "I'll be down in a moment." he assured, watching as she left before continuing to suit up. One might think that wearing armor all the time would be uncomfortable for the elf, but the simple fact was, he felt far more vulnerable without it. At least this way he was prepared for anything that could come his way, and after being kidnapped from his own home in a moment of vulnerability, he wasn't too keen on risking something like that again. He would tolerate being considered paranoid if it came to it. Once finished, Fenris had headed downstairs as promised, only for Hawke to alert him to a mission dear Aveline had bestowed on her. Really, just the mention of slavers had caught the elf's attention, a bit of a scowl crossing his expression. It seemed he wasn't as thorough as he'd like to think. Unfortunately he knew better than to expect slavery to simply end, but that didn't mean the warrior wouldn't do his part by slaughtering any he came across. So when she asked for his assistance, Fenris growled. "As if you need to ask." Just one of the many things he was passionate about. Had it not been for her insistence that they ate first, the elf would have already been out the door, off to take care of some human bastards. Instead he approaches as she continues to look over the letter, trying to read for himself over her shoulder but still unable to really make out much words. It was a learning process. A bit too slow for his liking, perhaps, but he reminded himself that it would probably take some time. It at least quelled his rage for a moment, distracting him. Though she tried to sound lighthearted, he could tell Hawke's frustration was real. She'd been through enough, she could use a break. Unfortunately as the Champion, that didn't come so easily, the woman having an obligation. Sometimes being a hero was more troublesome than it was worth, it seemed. "Nothing's quite as romantic as killing slavers, I suppose." he offers with a soft chuckle. Another day they may have better chances, but even if Aveline hadn't asked for help, if Fenris had found out on his own, he wouldn't have been able to just sit around and let it happen, as much as he loved Zaria. "Perhaps I should focus on Kirkwall." he thinks out loud. Aveline had asked for his assistance before, but he offered her no guarantee he'd be available to it. Having such practices going on in a place he called home, however, was rather insulting and something he personally felt responsible for. Besides, it might even take pressure off of Hawke for a while if he focused his work locally. It was something to consider at any rate. As she headed towards the dining room, Fenris had followed suit. Food was the last thing on his mind, but he'd at least find something small to appease Hawke and keep from accidentally offending Orana's cooking. mention of slavers totally ruined the mood lmao |
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Post by Zaria Hawke on May 12, 2016 12:55:53 GMT -5
She saw the scowl on his face, but she didn't know quite what to say. She knew how he felt about slavers, it was still a sensitive topic, one that she didn't usually broach with him. "It's polite to ask," she said simply, putting a hand on his shoulder, a concerned look on her face. She only insisted on eating because she knew from experience that casting a lot of spells on an empty stomach was a bad idea. But she wasn't going to eat too much, and nothing too heavy either. That was a different kind of bad idea. Maybe she could get some bread or something to take with her.
Zaria supposed it was a good thing that Aveline had sent that letter, so both of them could take care of it. If Fenris had found out about them himself, he would've been off and gone before Zaria could protest. He might have waited long enough for her to change.
"Romantic?" she laughed. "Nothing better than saving people first thing in the morning." She put some jam on a piece of toast, taking a bite. It was the peach jam that she liked. She quickly finished off the toast, then a second piece. "Orana, could you wrap up some bread for me? We're helping Aveline out today."
"Of course," Orana responded.
"I'll be back down in a minute," Zaria told Fenris before heading back upstairs to her room. She changed into her Champion armor and grabbed her staff, the Hawke's Key, and made her way back downstairs. Much as she didn't like what had happened in that old prison, but the staff she'd gotten from it was one of the best she had. Orana handed her the bread wrapped in a clean cloth, which Zaria put into the pouch she kept on her hip. She shot a grin over at Fenris as she made her way to the front door. It was time to get some work done.
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Post by Fenris on May 12, 2016 15:36:25 GMT -5
Perhaps he might have been a bit too harsh with his response. It should have been obvious it was directed more to the slavers than him being curt with her, but he realized even she might find him hard to read sometimes. So when he saw the concerned look on her face, his scowl softened and he reached up to grab her hand gently, managing a smile. "I wouldn't leave you to fight on your own anyway." he points out. Slavers or not, he certainly would have been on board, determined to join her and protect her from harm. Were it more diplomatic causes, such as conversing with leaders, he might have sat aside. She was far better when it came to speaking to officials than he was, even though he was certain she found it just as taxing. Being a hero just wasn't all it was cut out to be, it seemed, which was why he was glad he, for the most part, was pretty much a nobody in the whole affair. "Can you honestly see yourself doing any different?" he smirks once they've seated, grabbing himself an apple that no doubt Orana had placed for him specifically. In all truthfulness, Fenris couldn't see him settling down into a simple life, and not simply because he was a literal living weapon either. It seemed like a nice thought, but probably not something for him. It was hard to imagine him living like a mere commoner, setting down his blade for a false sense of peace. He'd probably be driven mad if he weren't in a fight after so long. Of course he wouldn't blame her if she wanted something simple. She'd done more than enough in her time and if she wanted to be able to relax, well, she earned it. Maybe in a way, even he earned it. But as far as he was concerned, he'd keep fighting till the day he died because spilling blood was really all he'd ever known. Their breakfast didn't last long, which was a fact that Fenris was partially pleased with, and once he'd thanked Orana for the meal, he'd decided to wait at the bottom of the stairs for Hawke to arrive, having already grabbed his sword and prepared to leave. "Let's get this over with." he suggested, waiting for her lead as always. Perhaps if they got done in time, they could busy themselves with something a bit more romantic. thread end! \o/ |
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