It's been a very, very long time since I wrote anything aside from original fiction, so I'm sorry if this isn't at all like the relationship as it would be. But I was trying to think about what the rivalmance with a mage would be like, so...here's a short bit of story, I guess.The smoke rose up to the rafters of the Great Hall, heavy with the scent of roasting meats and loud with singing from the drunk nobles. People were pressed close together, trying to be heard by their neighbors discussing trade, arms slung around each other as alcohol dulled propriety. It was a relaxed, jovial environment. It was a very human place.
Fenris had never been so aware of his race in his life. At least, he thought darkly as he idly pushed food around on his plate, he didn’t
remember any instance where he had felt less human.
It had been a long day. His urge to get back home, to finally lay his head down and sleep, was overpowering. There had been fighting in the square-which one, he couldn’t remember. The individualities of battles got lost to the rush of
adrenaline, the feeling of power, of control. The only fights he relished were those where he got to fight the damn sparkle-fingers, the more powerful the better. The battlesong seemed sweeter, when his sword could find a source of magic and destroy it. In every shocked, smug face, he saw the Magister; and for that moment, as he raised his sword and saw the knowledge in their eyes of what was happening, he felt free.
These…feasts. The diplomacy. The negotiations.
These were chains. He honestly couldn’t remember how many of these he had been dragged along to, trussed up, tarted up in noble clothing to hide how very different he was. He was sure that Hawke knew very well how much these events made his blood boil. He suspected it was precisely because of that that she made him come.
Fenris looked at her now. She was playing the sympathetic audience to some count or another, the man so drunk that his obvious leering at her more desirable attributes was outright offensive. Fenris had heard her joking with Merrill earlier, saying that she so often had to wear armor that the chance to wear something nice made every lecherous comment seem the flattering compliment. He wondered how flattered she was now. He wondered what the count’s face would look like if Fenris phased a fist through his groin, because that’s what he wanted to do right now.
Hawke seemed calm enough at the attention. Her mage staff had been left at the door, as everyone’s weapons had been (at least the obvious ones), and yet she had never looked more in control of a situation. That was the thing about mages, Fenris thought-even if they didn’t have their staff on them, they were still so
dangerous. If he was a living weapon, they were, also. But at least he couldn’t bring the building down on their heads. At least he didn’t have the power to kill someone from the other side of the room with a well-aimed spell. In a way,
his hated tattoos made him better-at least they let people know that he was a threat. Anyone could be a mage. There was no sign. There was no warning, until they had you under their power, and it was too late.
Fenris stared at the beautiful woman across the table from him, and wondered at everything she was. How could he despise everything about her-her human arrogance, her self-satisfied mage’s smirk, her connection with nobility-and yet want her so badly? If he had his sword right now, he would have killed that count if he had gotten any more…fresh with her. How could she intimidate him so, yet he would do whatever she asked of him? He was a free man-a free elf. But whenever he was around her, he felt those chains fall back into place. He hated her because she held him fully.
"Sparkle-fingers" didn’t even
begin to describe her.
EDIT: It's been a while since I've edited fiction into a post. Pay no heed to my rapid edits trying to make this more aesthetically pleasing. In retrospect, I interpreted "rivalmance" as "hatemance". Anyone else having trouble making that distinction?
Discuss.
Modifié par kayemdi, 03 mars 2011 - 04:56 .
We are ridiculously awesome.
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) It was so much fun, I was determined to play as a rogue in DA2.
Pimp Hawke for the win.
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I really shouldn't read, I'm going to know everything before I play...but...but... Fenris!
