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CaptiveFenris paced the room, his head throbbing from the thoughts. Hawke…

The Champion was missing. He knew it had been his own fault- growing reckless and rushing into the group of Templars had caused Hawke to go into a frenzy of madness. The mage had pushed Fenris into a wall, knocking him dizzied and with Varric's help, the elf warrior was dragged to the Hanged Man where they awaited word from Hawke.

Hawke never showed. Despite Varric's words of warning, Fenris dared the streets to find the Champion. He found only remnants of the battle the night before. The Templars had taken him, he knew it. It was clear from the trail of blood that tri

DAII The coatWinter has struck the free marches, carrying snow and ice across the sea and right into Kirkwall. As usual with the change of season, work is slow; people tend to stay indoors when there is a chance of your face being impaled by a well-placed ice cycle.

Yet who could think of the weather when your snuggled up by the fire with an ex-slave, reading one of his favorite books. By reading, I mean him staring at it like he wished it to burst into flames. I leaned back, curling my arms around his waist while pulling him further against my chest. He grumbled, getting comfortable.

"Venhedis…I can't understand any of this, Garrett."

I chuckl

Strength in weakness At first, I didn't notice this feeling. Yet, as the weeks dragged on after the death of Danarius, I'm noticing a certain…tightness in my chest as I watch Garrett. His face now marred with jagged scars caused by a rage demon, deep enough to leave indentions in the once smooth flesh. The townspeople talk about him as if he's damaged goods, the once proud noble women who used their money to get close to him, now shunned him like the blight itself.

Yet…I feel myself drawn to him even more so than usual. Like any proud warrior he bears the scars as if they do not exist. Only when people ask, does he reach up and touch the markings; si

Chains of Air and Glass: Chapter Two

Chapter Two
The Golden Path
-:-:-:-
"Blondie, are you sure you can't melt stone?"
"Never learned that spell, sorry."
"What about freezing it until it cracks?"
"No."
"What about conjuring that magical fist, rock...thing? If you can smack an ogre between the eyes, you could at least make a dent in that door. And then our hero, Hawke, could chisel the rest of the way out with his daggers."
The mage held the bridge of his great sloping nose between his thumb and forefinger, brows sown together, eyes squeezed shut. "Varric – "
"Why don't you send that spirit of yours to float through and unseal the door from the other side. How hard could th

After the Storm: Chapter 12"Hello, mage," said Fenris.

Anders tried to shut the door; the elf shot his hand out and held it open, giving him an exasperated look. The apostate's mind raced; he peered frantically into the forest behind Fenris, searching for the glint of armor, the flash of swords in the darkness.

The elf knew what he was thinking. "The Templars aren't here," he said, annoyed. "I need sanctuary."

"Like hell you do!" Anders spat, his face white.

"The lantern is lit, isn't it?"

"I can't let you in."

Fenris frowned, his dark brows drawn together in tight anger. "Can't? Or won't?"

"You- you'd be a danger to the mages here, we can't trust you-"

"The ab

DA: Crabs on the shoreChapter 1: Like a crab

Fenris mulled over the tasteless stew in his mouth, keeping his eyes firmly on the wooden spoon swirling the contents of his bowl. The tavern was buzzing with gossip, laughter and the slosh and splatter of drunks with mugs but he could still sense the eyes focused on him and the unasked questions that fluttered to the tips of tongues. He was an oddity here, an elf with enough coin to rent a room for the past several weeks and to top off the creamy golden desert he had the strangest tattoos that some swore glowed dimly and the stench of something not quite dead.

As the door to the tavern creaked open, allowing a cascad

Taste of freedom - Chpt. 4Title: Taste of Freedom (Chpt. 4)
Game: Dragon Age 2
Author: Blissy-Kills, aka Sessils
Characters/pairing: Aveline, Varric, Various Soon-To-Be-Dead People, Fenris and Cinnamon Hawke
Author's note: All characters belong to Bioware, except Cinnamon Hawke. Enjoy c:
Oh, and before anyone asks, she is still wearing the Fugitive's Mantle. I know I screwed up the 'meet the hunters' dialogue but it sounds cooler this way.
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"Hawke..."

"Yes Aveline?"

"About your wedding gift..."

Quietly smiling to herself, the mage in mention walked on but glanced back, chuckling at the look on A

DA: Crabs on the shore ch2Chapter 2: Blowing bubbles

Garrett Hawke fidgeted under the scrutinising glare that pierced the back of his skull. The pins and needles starting from the tips of his hair follicles had been going on for at least an hour by now and were beginning to make him unpleasantly itchy. Shifting one leg off and then over the other he tried to realign his body into something other than tense discomfort, on the splinter imbued chair he sat upon, and began shuffling the cards in his hand absentmindedly before fanning them out once again. This was a battle of life and death; the odds were stacked so high he didn't dare blink, though that could also be bec

Anders and Fenris: Catfight :3"Hawke, look out!"

It was Fenris' scream, drifting over the roar of battle, that caught her attention; heart racing, she turned and saw the blades, about to slice into her unprotected back. Switching her sword to her other hand, she flipped it by the hilt and threw her arm backwards, catching her foe in the stomach and impaling him all the way through. She withdrew and twisted away as his eyes went wide in surprise and then deadened as he fell, his daggers dropping from unfeeling fingers and clinking softly against the stone ground.

She stood there, staring at the man who could have nearly taken her life, breathing hard. But she wasn't trau

E is for EscapeI am twenty one when father is…killed.

The blight is upon us, Lothering is gone!

Everything we've worked so hard for, everything Father had built for us.

Gone.

He risked everything and gave everything to save us…

I can still hear him…yelling at us to go.

The house collapsing as the flames consumed everything.

I am powerless, Mother pulling at my arm as I try to run into the blaze.

Father turns, still holding the group of darkspawn in his barrier, and smiles.

The spell vanishes, the only thing holding the house together.

The house falls, crushing to the ground with enough force to shake the earth.

I screaming, but I c

B is for BabiesI am twelve years old when the twins are born. Father couldn't be happier. Mother of course was exhausted with the renewed hardships of children.

I was Fathers apprentice; we trained every morning and night in the ways of magic. Simple forms such as ice, wind, even some very careful fire spells. Father did not believe I was ready to wield the outright force of fire, and I had to agree.

I train in the vast wheat fields, calling forth powers as I waited for father. With the twins, well, I didn't expect much help anymore. I was strong; I could do anything as long as I set my mind to it.

Father was a master at fire, I should be as well.

I co

A is for ApostateI am seven years old when I am said to be a mage.

Mother and Father spoke of it in secret, but I heard it all through the thin walls of our cottage in Lothering.

Father spoke fondly of the circle, but mother knew better than to believe the best scenario. Father had only just been released by the Templar order by Ser Carver, only because of his fear for Mothers safety.

There is a rap at my bedroom door. I curl further into my blankets, fearing what is to come.

Father opened the door, a small fire ball hovering in his palm.

"Something so small could turn deadly in moments without control." He knows I'm awake.
"Garrett, My son. We need t

Black depthsIt was a simple mission to the coast, one that shouldn't have had any problems; no risks no scares. The water was pitch black, waves roaring against the dirty shore and Cliffside. A storm was coming, bearing its teeth from the sea. It was only Me, Fenris, Anders and Varric, searching for some lost knapsack or something ridiculous. The wind was harsh, constantly blowing my fur hood over my head.

Fenris tugged it down every time, relishing in the simple contact. "Perhaps we should leave? This storm is about to get worse, and I would enjoy going home dry." He seemed unaffected by the wind, it merely swirled his silver locks in his face.

Ander

Natural Talent Her fingers danced along the neck of the instrument in a soft, but well known regime; honed over the years as a slave. The lute, I had never bothered with such a thing, but I've noticed elves and poor humans alike that could play the instrument with ease. It sang a low tune that carried with it a true talent of storytelling.

I sat on Garrett's…Our….Bed as I watched Orana play. She smiled as her eyes slid closed; relishing the song she was playing so masterfully. When the song ended, she opened her eyes again, smiling at me. "Master Fenris, do you wish to play? You seem very interested in the lute."

I cleared my throat and shook

G is for The GallowsKirkwall…The city of chains. We made it.

If only…Bethany was with us…Damn the Maker to the void.

Mother has not spoken to me, she refuses to even look at me. She…Blames me for her death, that I should have stopped her from risking her life, How was I to know she would charge head long into battle with an ogre?

It doesn't matter…I wasn't strong enough to save her, No spell could revive her or heal her injuries; she was gone.

Luckily we were able to rescue Aveline and meet Flemeth before the Horde took us all to the Fade.

The boat swayed lazily in the peer as we stepped into the docks. Crowds of refugees surrounded

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Garrett could still hear Fenris muttering curses under his breath from across the room where he stood at the doorframe. He had been there, he had seen it. The bandit severed the red band from his gauntlet in seconds and left Fenris in a fit of rage. The man had screamed his last and hit the ground before the cloth floated to the dirt.

Here they stood, in Fenris' mansion, among the corpses and the cobwebs, and the elf was holding the shredded cloth as if it were the only possession he owned or cared for in the least. Garrett knew what it meant, but he had never spoke of it. He was aware of how difficult it was for Fenris to express his senti

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Tacey kicked his legs, watching them float in the air as he sat, perched on the branch of the large tree. The sun was high and it was his day of rest- a break from the usual chores he was tasked with. Only nine, he was given quite a few of them, more than he thought was fair. He knew why Winna and Ullen always busied him with chores around the house and wheat fields. It kept him from the other kids who had a tendency of teasing him brutally. But, for as tiring as his usual days were, it made moments like this all the more enjoyable.

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Fenris stumbled into the room, taking heavy breaths and stabling himself on the door frame. He had ran all the way from the estate to the Gallows, only taking a rest on the boat- if you could call it rest with his nerves so shot.

"Garrett!" he called out to the robed man that stacked books carefully on a shelf along the wall. The glass eyed man turned to face him, forehead marked with that dreaded symbol.

It was his mage. His mage. Not the Templar's. Not the Circle's. But they had stolen him. Garrett had talked of it- knew the damage he had caused and had spoken in silence to Fenris of wishing for this fate. The elf did his best to get him to see the truth and Garrett had agreed to let it slip from mind.

Yet here he was. A mindless puppet doomed to forget who and what he was.

Fenris found it hard to concentrate through his glazed vision. "Garrett…" his voice shuddered out as he pushed himself to the mage's side. The look that once was held beneath those eyes, the love and the care… it was gone.

The magic that was once held in Garrett's heart disappeared with his ability to wield it.

"Fenris. What are you doing here? I must ask you to leave the premises, the public is not allowed here."

Fenris' head dipped to stare at the stone floor. He knew what had to be done- to spare Garrett and himself. He turned his gaze back up to the lifeless eyes of his love, gripping his chin in a gauntleted hand.

Their lips met in one final kiss; the passion Fenris held slipped into Garrett… just as his blade did.

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WARNING! This piece may induce feels... even more so than my last posting

Characters | M!Hawke ⁞ Fenris
Timeline | After the events of Dragon Age II
Special Thanks | *vampy6667 for the prompt
Copyrights | © MediocreMemory ⁞ © EA ⁞ © BioWare

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~0Enigma13 Apr 14, 2012 Student General Artist

Aw that is so sad

~ToriamosIoik Mar 22, 2012

.... I... this is... why? No!

So many feels induced!

~MediocreMemory Mar 22, 2012 Student Interface Designer

>> It was a broody day XD

~ToriamosIoik Mar 22, 2012

When Fenris is involved everyday is a broody day D= Poor Garrett.

~MediocreMemory Mar 22, 2012 Student Interface Designer

Lol, trufax

~Luntica Feb 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

GARRETT NOOOOOOO!!~
*crys in dispair then readies daggers to head after some templars* anders! get that bomb ready we are going to blow up a chantry!

drama aside, well writen. i like dispite sadness-nessy ness

~MediocreMemory Feb 26, 2012 Student Interface Designer

aww lol. It was quite hard to write through the TEARS ;; ♥

~Luntica Feb 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

awww, i imagen that what'll be like when i write kai's story
kai:wait what's in there O.o
nothing ^w^

~MediocreMemory Feb 27, 2012 Student Interface Designer

XD I already wrote my OC's death, Now to write the other's.
Tacey:

~Luntica Feb 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

lol oh noes!!! XD i'm thinking of my oc's deaths, it'll take time and make me cry, i grow attatched to them XD

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