am I talkign to much? i am way to opinionated sorry guysffk am i at top of page?
Modifié par Shacary, 07 avril 2011 - 08:24 .
Modifié par Shacary, 07 avril 2011 - 08:24 .
woahheywaitShacary wrote...
Shacary wrote...
see I kinda gathered he wa s already in luv by the time the sexy wall time came to be, but like morrigan he didnt "realize it" until after, but becuz of [ borrowing from morrigan again i guess] he felt he didnt deserve it, or he was afraid of the weakness, the chance of being wounded he walked out.,, I mean ya intimacy with feelings prolly brought memories to the fore, who knows good or bad, but i got the feeling he felt he was unworthy. especially when he says later I thought it better if you hated me.
am I talkign to much? i am way to opinionated sorry guysffk am i at top of page?
Helen0rz wrote...
@to all that answered
So...to combine what everyone said...it was a slow and gradual thing. Alot happened during the gap, therefore it may have strengthen the relationship, which leads to the love scene. Of course he freaked out after, hastily break it off but regret it later. He was concerned about being weak, doesn't think he deserved it, and it was a lot of emotion he never felt before and it confused him.
Yes?
Helen0rz wrote...
I'm very curious about what was inside his mind and he figures out he was in love with Hawke...the metal debate I mean.
Dr. Doctor wrote...
Manifesto
Hawke Estate
Fenris: (squinting at book) Hawke?
Hawke: Hmm?
Fenris: I am not familiar with the Adventures of the Black Fox, but I don't think that Philliam the Bard wrote much on the oppression of the Circle of Magi.
Hawke: Circle of Magi? (looks over Fenris' shoulder and pinches the bridge of her nose) Anders.
Fenris: Anders?
Hawke: Its his manifesto, its sodding everywhere. In all of the books, in my journal, (chuckles) Jorry the fishmonger was using copies of it to package his wares.
Fenris: At least its useful for something. He seems to write very disjointedly, one minute he's insulting, the next he's trying to reconcile with the Chantry. It makes no sense.
Hawke: You have become quite the literary critic my dear.
Fenris: I had an excellent teacher.
Hawke: Flatterer.

Dr. Doctor wrote...
Manifesto
Hawke Estate
Fenris: (squinting at book) Hawke?
Hawke: Hmm?
Fenris: I am not familiar with the Adventures of the Black Fox, but I don't think that Philliam the Bard wrote much on the oppression of the Circle of Magi.
Hawke: Circle of Magi? (looks over Fenris' shoulder and pinches the bridge of her nose) Anders.
Fenris: Anders?
Hawke: Its his manifesto, its sodding everywhere. In all of the books, in my journal, (chuckles) Jorry the fishmonger was using copies of it to package his wares.
Fenris: At least its useful for something. He seems to write very disjointedly, one minute he's insulting, the next he's trying to reconcile with the Chantry. It makes no sense.
Hawke: You have become quite the literary critic my dear.
Fenris: I had an excellent teacher.
Hawke: Flatterer.
Nice! Who is the artist?T3hAnubis wrote...
Found this:
http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/097/2/9/2947612bf31e4349dbd9fa164c36f2f9-d3dfti5.jpg
*snip*
Helen0rz wrote...
@victia
And I guess wine bottle throwing as well?
In oldy times you could hire a clerk to write a letter for you. But I like the idea that he actually did learn, even if he was too proud to ask Hawke to teach him. He'd ask Varric I bet. And that is maybe even moresushismygen wrote...
Observation:
It just hit me how Fenris speaks of sending letters to Varania...so I guess Hawke did damn good job teaching him reading and writing, regardless how pissed he got about the book gift in rivalmanceWhich made me think of something else. Varania was a slave just like Fenris most of her life so she shouldn't be able to read as well, no?
I guess she could learn somewhere after Fenris "won her freedom" but it doesn't really stikre me as the first thing she would do so maybe Denerius wrote the letters....or it's just a glitch in the story...
Not that it really matters Im just babbling to myself I guess
Modifié par Addai67, 07 avril 2011 - 09:51 .
Modifié par niamhdannan, 07 avril 2011 - 09:58 .
niamhdannan wrote...
Prompt response - Book and Fish (with apologies to anyone who may have flashbacks to 3rd year American high school literature classes)...
“Venhedis!” Fenris threw the book against the wall, glaring as it tumbled down and came to rest just in front of the fireplace. “This is pointless!”
Hawke frowned, reaching over to pick up the book. “You were doing fine.”
“It wasn’t the words,” he growled. “It’s the story. Page after page after page of that stupid old man and that bloody fish!”
“It does get a little repetitive,” Hawke allowed.
Fenris snorted in disgust. “A little?” She shrugged, thumbing through the book to find the place where he had left off. “The sharks will obviously eat the fish before the old man returns to port. Is anything else going to happen in the rest of the story?”
Hawke bobbed her head from side to side, thinking. “Not really, no.”
“Then what’s the point?” he snapped, springing up from the rug by the fireplace where they had been sitting while he read. “You said this was one of most highly regarded books written during the last age.”
She stood slowly, stretching muscles that still ached from a skirmish with street thugs the night before. “It was. But I never said what I thought of it.”
“Well?” Fenris asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
A mischievous grin spread across her face. “You got twenty pages further along than I ever did.”
He blinked, confused. “You hate it, too?”
“Load of pretentious, boring tosh,” Hawke said, nodding.
“They why did you have me read it?” he muttered.
“So you could make up your own mind,” she said lightly, setting the book on a side table. “What one man thinks is a masterpiece might be good for little more than kindling to another.”
Fenris glared at her, but the smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed the lack of any genuine anger. “You’re infuriating.”
“Thank you,” she said brightly. “I’ll let you pick out the next one.” She waved him towards the many bookshelves that lined the walls around them.
“There was one I saw last week that seemed interesting,” he mused, walking over to a shelf by the fireplace and pulling out a medium-sized tome. “Anything about grapes and wrath can't be too bad.”
Hawke bit her lip. “How do you feel about tortoises?”