Why so little M!HawkeXFenris? D: I actually prefer that pairing to Fem!Hawke/Fenris. I know, blasphemy.
The Warden"So. You're a blood mage?" Alejandro Hawke growled, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes," Warden Amell sighed.
"And you learned from a
demon?" Fenris asked, arms crossed.
"Yes." she said calmly, examining her well-trimmed nails.
"And we're...related?" Alejandro demanded.
"Apparently. I can do tests, if you'd like. I'd just need some blood-"
"NO!" Alejandro cried, holding up his hands quickly and looking panicked. "No no no, no blood from me. I don't deal with demons, blood mages, or children."
"What, you've a problem with children?" Amell asked suddenly, looking offended.
"There so...
small, and...messy." Alejandro shuddered.
"So I guess you're prejudice against dwarves!" Amell cried, glaring.
"What? No! My best friend is a dwarf! I mean, I hate dwarves who, say...trick me into killing renegade Qunari, or leave me to die in a dwarvern thaig littered with Shades and darkspawn, but other then that, I'm perfectly fine with the short, bearded people!"
Amell giggled nervously. "Well...I guess you can't be too racist, seeing as you're friends with a Dalish elf."
"You assume much." Fenris muttered.
"Ah yes. We're 'friends.'" Alejandro smirked. "And he's definitely Dalish. Oh, and I'm also part Mabari!"
"Not helpful, Alejandro." the elf sighed.
"I'm...confused." Amell tilted her head. "I never was good at understanding sarcasm..."
"Okay then. Let me explain. Fenris isn't Dalish. Those markings are made of lyrium, burnt into his flesh by a magister we killed a couple years back. Quite the bonding moment."
"I'm sure. But..." Amell furrowed her brow. "Why'd you put emphasis on the 'friends?'"
The two men were quiet.
"Are you...serious?"