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[Cosmochyck]

Ok Jersey Shore DA2 crew was hilarious. Great job - I love their "names".

And tankgirly, love the hand in hand Ageha and Fenris - I've read all your fics and the one with Ageha and Fenris after the Arishok is my fave

As for Anders. I just never make it! I always recruit Fenris first and I'm already a goner by the time Anders shows up. And after recently playing Awakening again, he really was romance material back then, but not now. His self-deprecating humour is all gone

[Arquen]

OH GOD, I just spent the last 30 mins doing a contest entry for THIS.

I drew Fenris with my non-dominant hand... Oh.. I'm so sorry... I.. just.. *dies laughing*

I seriously don't think I'm going to enter it. I'm so ashamed.... STILL.. any good artists who want to do a DA art this meme is seriously fun!

I think I have tried like ALL the dialogue options for Fenris. I have a hard time picking favorites. I do love them all. They are acted so well, and the dialogue itself is wonderfully written. I'm working on my PT at the moment, and I'm doing a sarcasmic/aggro (more sarcasmic side) -- I keep trolling on Fenris and I can't help it . His responses just crack me up. He is the only companion who actually takes criticism and snark VERY well. The others get all offended. He just shrugs it off. I love it.

[Arcane_Solona]

Arquen wrote...

I think I have tried like ALL the dialogue options for Fenris. I have a hard time picking favorites. I do love them all. They are acted so well, and the dialogue itself is wonderfully written. I'm working on my PT at the moment, and I'm doing a sarcasmic/aggro (more sarcasmic side) -- I keep trolling on Fenris and I can't help it . His responses just crack me up. He is the only companion who actually takes criticism and snark VERY well. The others get all offended. He just shrugs it off. I love it.

I guess that's what happens when the only life you know is that of a slave. It hardens you. I wish I was like that (I take criticism quite personally. I let it get to me more than I should).

[phaonica]

Arcane_Solona wrote...

LOL, you are adorable! Walk away from the tv, all so that you don't click the romance option. LOL! In my first playthrough, I romanced Anders because I recruited him before even knowing that Fenris existed, and I always had a thing for him in Awakening, so I was like "YES! FINALLY, MY CHANCE TO ROMANCE THAT CUTE MAGE!" The excitement only lasted for a few minutes though, because little did I know that the loveable, charming Anders from Awakening was no more<_<

I couldn't stand his whining throughout the game, and the only bit that brought me close to melting was that line of his "this is the rule I will most cherish breaking" or something, followed by that passionate kiss. Otherwise, bleaugh. By Act 3, when there was practically no romance left AT ALL, I was so MAD at him, I just wanted to kill him off (but I couldn't in the end; my Hawke was a softy).

I remember thinking to myself when I finished the 1st playthrough "Never again, Anders. NEVER again." And that's when my love affair started with Fenris, and it is still ongoing as we speak!

I will never be able to get enough of that sinfully perfect elf. Nope. Never^_^

I remember when the concept art and first screenshots of Fenris came out, I was very skeptical. Really, Bioware, a white haired pretty boy elf? Then when he walked on the screen and started talking, I was like... wow, okay, that is quite pleasant. And then when he was angry, he was apologetic. When he was corrected, he was thoughtful. And finally "I have been thinking of you. In fact I've been able to think of little else." And that was it. I'm a solid Fenris girl. :wub:

The Anders romance, on the other hand, just makes me feel bad. I realize that his mission is his main priority, and I'm fine with that. But to repeatedly lie to me with the excuse of trying to "protect" me, then in the same conversation accuse me of not doing enough to support the mage cause? To hell with you, Anders. I broke up with him after that.

[Arcane_Solona]

phaonica wrote...

Arcane_Solona wrote...

LOL, you are adorable! Walk away from the tv, all so that you don't click the romance option. LOL! In my first playthrough, I romanced Anders because I recruited him before even knowing that Fenris existed, and I always had a thing for him in Awakening, so I was like "YES! FINALLY, MY CHANCE TO ROMANCE THAT CUTE MAGE!" The excitement only lasted for a few minutes though, because little did I know that the loveable, charming Anders from Awakening was no more<_<

I couldn't stand his whining throughout the game, and the only bit that brought me close to melting was that line of his "this is the rule I will most cherish breaking" or something, followed by that passionate kiss. Otherwise, bleaugh. By Act 3, when there was practically no romance left AT ALL, I was so MAD at him, I just wanted to kill him off (but I couldn't in the end; my Hawke was a softy).

I remember thinking to myself when I finished the 1st playthrough "Never again, Anders. NEVER again." And that's when my love affair started with Fenris, and it is still ongoing as we speak!

I will never be able to get enough of that sinfully perfect elf. Nope. Never^_^

I remember when the concept art and first screenshots of Fenris came out, I was very skeptical. Really, Bioware, a white haired pretty boy elf? Then when he walked on the screen and started talking, I was like... wow, okay, that is quite pleasant. And then when he was angry, he was apologetic. When he was corrected, he was thoughtful. And finally "I have been thinking of you. In fact I've been able to think of little else." And that was it. I'm a solid Fenris girl. :wub:

The Anders romance, on the other hand, just makes me feel bad. I realize that his mission is his main priority, and I'm fine with that. But to repeatedly lie to me with the excuse of trying to "protect" me, then in the same conversation accuse me of not doing enough to support the mage cause? To hell with you, Anders. I broke up with him after that.

Fenris has literally made it impossible to romance anyone but him. Impossible.

[Tealsie]

Arquen wrote...

OH GOD, I just spent the last 30 mins doing a contest entry for THIS.

I drew Fenris with my non-dominant hand... Oh.. I'm so sorry... I.. just.. *dies laughing*

I seriously don't think I'm going to enter it. I'm so ashamed.... STILL.. any good artists who want to do a DA art this meme is seriously fun!

Tempting... *chinstroke*
Might have to take a break from the GoW contest to try this out.
And all this talk of different dialogue options with Fenris is making me want to play again.  

[Arcane_Solona]

Something just hit me (just finished an hour of playing DA2). Fenris says that he wasn't running from Danarius "at first". But he never elaborated on that. To me, it seems to imply that he never really wanted to run away from his master, just from the trauma of having to kill the Fog Warriors. Does that mean that Danarius was actually good to Fenris? Did Fenris actually like or respect Danarius? Or was it simply because he was his master, and he knew nothing else until he "had a taste of it", as he so aptly puts it?

[Sealy]

Oh my Jeebus. I just... oh ****, I can't even come to terms. Uhg, I should never have logged on to Xbox today. I have been in a very organize and colour code my life mood today. Kinda ocd, oh noes, the picture is tilted. *spaz* I should have stayed far away from DA, but instead I sign on thinking about how annoying my unfinished Rival playthrough and a few other, like my first ever Warrior playthrough, my only Isabela romance, are. Then my finished playthroughs and I couldn't remember which Hawke was which and I apparently lost my freakin mind and deleted everything. EVERYTHING! *headdesk* What the f*ck was I thinking. Oh lord, I may cry, I had so many playthroughs, enough that the game said I had reached my max and, my canon Hawke. Oh god... this all just hot me and I may hyperventilate.

All I wanted was to organize it all, have a male and female version of each class, both specializations, then three for mages one female two male, a bloodmage, force and healer. Now I have no Hawkes and no will to play so many playthroughs. I just... just... need cheering up.

[UrsulaCousland]

Fleshdress wrote...

Oh my Jeebus. I just... oh ****, I can't even come to terms. Uhg, I should never have logged on to Xbox today. I have been in a very organize and colour code my life mood today. Kinda ocd, oh noes, the picture is tilted. *spaz* I should have stayed far away from DA, but instead I sign on thinking about how annoying my unfinished Rival playthrough and a few other, like my first ever Warrior playthrough, my only Isabela romance, are. Then my finished playthroughs and I couldn't remember which Hawke was which and I apparently lost my freakin mind and deleted everything. EVERYTHING! *headdesk* What the f*ck was I thinking. Oh lord, I may cry, I had so many playthroughs, enough that the game said I had reached my max and, my canon Hawke. Oh god... this all just hot me and I may hyperventilate.

All I wanted was to organize it all, have a male and female version of each class, both specializations, then three for mages one female two male, a bloodmage, force and healer. Now I have no Hawkes and no will to play so many playthroughs. I just... just... need cheering up.

Oh no!! *hugs*

[Arcane_Solona]

Fleshdress wrote...

Oh my Jeebus. I just... oh ****, I can't even come to terms. Uhg, I should never have logged on to Xbox today. I have been in a very organize and colour code my life mood today. Kinda ocd, oh noes, the picture is tilted. *spaz* I should have stayed far away from DA, but instead I sign on thinking about how annoying my unfinished Rival playthrough and a few other, like my first ever Warrior playthrough, my only Isabela romance, are. Then my finished playthroughs and I couldn't remember which Hawke was which and I apparently lost my freakin mind and deleted everything. EVERYTHING! *headdesk* What the f*ck was I thinking. Oh lord, I may cry, I had so many playthroughs, enough that the game said I had reached my max and, my canon Hawke. Oh god... this all just hot me and I may hyperventilate.

All I wanted was to organize it all, have a male and female version of each class, both specializations, then three for mages one female two male, a bloodmage, force and healer. Now I have no Hawkes and no will to play so many playthroughs. I just... just... need cheering up.

Oh! It's alright! You can definitely go through all those playthroughs again! You just feel low now, but it'll pass. Think about the fun you'll have when you're playing a game as amazing as DA2!  You can do it all over again; it may take time, but you can still do it, and you'll have fun while doing it:)

[Tashash]

@Fleshdress - Oh no! My sympathies  *Hugs*

Arcane_Solona wrote...

Something just hit me (just finished an hour of playing DA2). Fenris says that he wasn't running from Danarius "at first". But he never elaborated on that. To me, it seems to imply that he never really wanted to run away from his master, just from the trauma of having to kill the Fog Warriors. Does that mean that Danarius was actually good to Fenris? Did Fenris actually like or respect Danarius? Or was it simply because he was his master, and he knew nothing else until he "had a taste of it", as he so aptly puts it?

Considering his reaction when he sees Denerius again....I think he hates him.

Also there is a party banter with Merrill....

• Merrill: Your master must have been a terrible man, to make you hate mages so. 

• Fenris: He was, now he's dead.  (If you completed "Alone"

Otherwise.....

• Fenris: He is a terrible man. He's not dead.
  
• Merrill: We're not all like him.
  
• Fenris: How often I hear that, and yet, how often I find it's not true.
  
• Merrill: The Keepers are different. They exist to preserve the old ways, and to protect our people.
  
• Fenris: And none of them would ever fall prey to a demon. Or perform blood magic.
  
• Merrill: It's impossible to talk to you

Modifié par Tashash, 20 septembre 2011 - 03:10 .

[Sealy]

*sigh* I think eventually it will feel funny, and every once and awhile I scoff at myself but it was I think the dumbest thing I have ever done.

On a bright note I found an amazing fic writer who writes a slash rivalmance between Hawke and Fenris and it is so brutal. And fun. by xxsewnlipsxx and I think that version of rivalmance is second only to Aimos rivalmance with Akiva/Fenris. Can't keep prodding Coffee, Black in hopes of a pick me up.

Also I am blaming Anders or Merrill for my most recent crisis, cause everything is all their fault! Me and Fenris shall both glare at them forever. I mean Fenris, obviously somehow it is the mages fault that I lost at least nine characters that you loved. Damn mages!

Modifié par Fleshdress, 20 septembre 2011 - 03:23 .

[Tashash]

Fleshdress wrote...

Also I am blaming Anders or Merrill for my most recent crisis, cause everything is all their fault! Me and Fenris shall both glare at them forever. I mean Fenris, obviously somehow it is the mages fault that I lost at least nine characters that you loved. Damn mages!

Thats the spirit!

Though I am pretty pro-Mage....But as long as you're happy.


*Sigh* Maybe I should stop downloading Florence + The Machine songs.....'What the Water Gave Me' inspired my last chapter...Now I can't stop listening to 'Blinding'....I will not turn this into a song fic! It's already on thin 'Mary-Sue' ice!

Modifié par Tashash, 20 septembre 2011 - 03:32 .

[Sealy]

Well I too am usually pro mage but in this I shall have to fob the blame off on someone I mean Fenris just lost nine people he finally let in, and this is post Gallows so he already warned them about dying and I don't need that **** storm coming my way. Let Anders and Merrill have it, they're used to it.

I really like the beginning of your fic Tashash.

[Tashash]

@ Fleshdress - Thank you! ( Have I mentioned that I am a review ****? I'm like Varric with pastries, lol)
Working on the next chapter, more angst and dark ahead - YAY!

[UrsulaCousland]

Fleshdress wrote...

Well I too am usually pro mage but in this I shall have to fob the blame off on someone I mean Fenris just lost nine people he finally let in, and this is post Gallows so he already warned them about dying and I don't need that **** storm coming my way. Let Anders and Merrill have it, they're used to it.

I really like the beginning of your fic Tashash.

Oh yeah, I forgot. I liked your post, Tashash! I look forward to perhaps more?

EDIT: Ninja'd! Yay! 

Modifié par UrsulaCousland, 20 septembre 2011 - 04:03 .

[Tashash]

Getting into it now, and taking a direction I hadn't thought of - which I credit to Arquen, who brought it up.

Writey, writey, writey....

[UrsulaCousland]

Tashash wrote...

Getting into it now, and taking a direction I hadn't thought of - which I credit to Arquen, who brought it up.

Writey, writey, writey....

She's good like that.  

[AbsoluteApril]

Arcane_Solona wrote...

Something just hit me (just finished an hour of playing DA2). Fenris says that he wasn't running from Danarius "at first". But he never elaborated on that. To me, it seems to imply that he never really wanted to run away from his master, just from the trauma of having to kill the Fog Warriors. Does that mean that Danarius was actually good to Fenris? Did Fenris actually like or respect Danarius? Or was it simply because he was his master, and he knew nothing else until he "had a taste of it", as he so aptly puts it?

In my opinion a lot of what you said is part of it but mainly because he never understood what freedom was. 

All he's ever known (or could remember) was being a slave ("Tell me, what do you do when you stop running?" "You start over. Isn't that what you want?" "I don't know how."). Even when free, he still refers to himself as 'an escaped slave'. He was higher ranking being a bodyguard which may have earned him respect from the other slaves. He was probably well taken care of. Doing the combat for the boon may have been the biggest thing he thought he could ever accomplish (freeing his sister and mother), so he was resigned to his station and possibly even happy there.

When discussing the fog warriors ...
(reloaded some old saves to get the dialogue, always looking for an excuse)
... he kind of sounds sad when he says Danarius left him behind. He does say he was with the fog warriors freely but was ready to return to Danarius (kill the warriors) because he felt "unworthy" and "it felt inevitable, my master had returned and this, this fantasy life was over."  He never "wondered at possibilites" or knew any other life. But that moment, when he killed the people he respected, changed everything for him. They had shown him what freedom could be.
At least in my opinion...

(Also, Awakenings Anders was so much more fun than Justice/Anders! the snark!) 

Cosmochyck wrote...
Ok Jersey Shore DA2 crew was hilarious. Great job - I love their "names".

thanks!  (all credit for the theme and names go to the writer of the fanfic on DA)

Arquen wrote...
OH GOD, I just spent the last 30 mins doing a contest entry for THIS.

show us, pretty please?
That contest looks fun.

Tashash wrote...
Working on the next chapter, more angst and dark ahead - YAY!

looking forward to it!!
 

Modifié par AbsoluteApril, 20 septembre 2011 - 04:26 .

[Arquen]

Oh you guys... "flatterers"

OH god Fleshy! I am hyperventilating with you! I am currently trying to do some research for you to see if there is a way to recover lost things on xbox. It seems like it isn't really possible unless you open the thing up and get out the hard-drive and try to restore it from there. I'm.. I'm... *hugs*

"I don't know what to say, but I am here..." is literally all I could think of. What is wrong with me?

As for the Danarius thing. Fenris was a slave mentality completely before the Fog Warriors. I don't think he ever sounded nostalgic or regretful. "The look on his face when the ship pulled out was priceless."

As for the "I had no intention of escaping. That time." I refuse to believe that Fenris had any kind of "affection" or "like" for Danarius. It was a master/slave relationship and while he may have been a lot like Orana in the mentality that this was his life and there was no choice at all he obviously suffered under Danarius. He learned from the Fog Warriors what freedom could be. Yet when Danarius came back it just snapped for him. A reality check to the maximum degree. The "fantasy life" was over. I actually know this feeling. To be so rooted into something for a few months and then all of a sudden reality of the past draws you back, and it feels like what life you have been living never existed at all.

He is regretful, sad, remorseful for actually being capable of doing these murders for Danarius. At that point the inner slave was dying because he questioned, he doubted, he realized he WANTED something more. It was as he said "he looked down at their bodies.. and" he couldn't imagine what he had done for Danarius or doing it again, ever. I think at that point he just ran. He wasn't running from Danarius specifically, but just running. Leaving behind everything, Danarius, the Fog Warriors.. everything.

I think it wasn't until later when Danarius "mounted the hunt in earnest" that he actually began to run from Danarius specifically and to escape recapture. Too much had changed for him by that point, and the slave mentality was withering. He finally realized something had been wrong all those years as a slave and he wanted more. He wanted to be free. "Everything was fine!" "It wasn't.. you just didn't realize it.."

As for my pic... ermmm.. uhh... LMAO -- OH GOD I dunno... It's so shameful. I died laughing doing it though. Tears.. there were tears. I CANNOT DRAW WITH MY LEFT HAND! Forgive me Fenris.. 10000x forgive me.

OH FINE... You people convinced me.. that and my boyfriend was like "omg you did it just post it!" -- FINE... but i'm LINKING the damn thing. IT is HORRIBLE and will not grace the Fenris thread with its monstrosity-ness.

arquen.deviantart.com/art/Right-Is-Wrong-Meme-Fenris-259293269

Modifié par Arquen, 20 septembre 2011 - 06:01 .

[Arcane_Solona]

Arquen wrote...

Oh you guys... "flatterers"

OH god Fleshy! I am hyperventilating with you! I am currently trying to do some research for you to see if there is a way to recover lost things on xbox. It seems like it isn't really possible unless you open the thing up and get out the hard-drive and try to restore it from there. I'm.. I'm... *hugs*

"I don't know what to say, but I am here..." is literally all I could think of. What is wrong with me?

As for the Danarius thing. Fenris was a slave mentality completely before the Fog Warriors. I don't think he ever sounded nostalgic or regretful. "The look on his face when the ship pulled out was priceless."

As for the "I had no intention of escaping. That time." I refuse to believe that Fenris had any kind of "affection" or "like" for Danarius. It was a master/slave relationship and while he may have been a lot like Orana in the mentality that this was his life and there was no choice at all he obviously suffered under Danarius. He learned from the Fog Warriors what freedom could be. Yet when Danarius came back it just snapped for him. A reality check to the maximum degree. The "fantasy life" was over. I actually know this feeling. To be so rooted into something for a few months and then all of a sudden reality of the past draws you back, and it feels like what life you have been living never existed at all.

He is regretful, sad, remorseful for actually being capable of doing these murders for Danarius. At that point the inner slave was dying because he questioned, he doubted, he realized he WANTED something more. It was as he said "he looked down at their bodies.. and" he couldn't imagine what he had done for Danarius or doing it again, ever. I think at that point he just ran. He wasn't running from Danarius specifically, but just running. Leaving behind everything, Danarius, the Fog Warriors.. everything.

I think it wasn't until later when Danarius "mounted the hunt in earnest" that he actually began to run from Danarius specifically and to escape recapture. Too much had changed for him by that point, and the slave mentality was withering. He finally realized something had been wrong all those years as a slave and he wanted more. He wanted to be free. "Everything was fine!" "It wasn't.. you just didn't realize it.."

As for my pic... ermmm.. uhh... LMAO -- OH GOD I dunno... It's so shameful. I died laughing doing it though. Tears.. there were tears. I CANNOT DRAW WITH MY LEFT HAND! Forgive me Fenris.. 10000x forgive me.

OH FINE... You people convinced me.. that and my boyfriend was like "omg you did it just post it!" -- FINE... but i'm LINKING the damn thing. IT is HORRIBLE and will not grace the Fenris thread with its monstrosity-ness.

arquen.deviantart.com/art/Right-Is-Wrong-Meme-Fenris-259293269

Very good analysis. Much appreciated!

As for the drawing, the dominant hand one is IMPECABLE! Its just purely amazing!!! Wow!!! And to be very honest, for a person who is not naturally a lefty, that is really good! I can't even write my own name with my left hand without it looking like a 2 year old wrote it:P

EDIT: Out of curiosity, what do you use to colour in? Markers? Paint? Pastels? The colouring in the "dominant hand" drawing is beautiful, but I can't quite make out what it is...

Modifié par Arcane_Solona, 20 septembre 2011 - 07:09 .

[Arquen]

LMAO.. oh so you saw that thing did you... Honestly that is just shoddy "base coat" work as far as coloring. If it were a real painting I would put more time and effort into it. This was just a for funsies exercise.

All that is done in photoshop digitally with my wacom tablet. I used to use pencils, colored pencils, pastels, and inks as my medium before going digital. Still trying to get the hang of it. Thank you though.

I am writing a fic and totally stuck about where to go with it. Hmph. It's been sitting there for 2 weeks and I just... grr. I'm thinking of scrapping the whole thing. Anyone got any inspiring fics to read that could possibly jump start my writing muse? He is a finicky bastard at times.

[Tashash]

Well, I have this - not sure I would call this inspiring, but whatever kickstarts the muse.

Hopefully you will all enjoy...If that's the right word




The Firebird Magister.

She floated slowly to the top of the murky depths of her consciousness. She remembered being able to think clearly, before pain and weakness sapped her mind. Now it felt like she could barely follow a thought to its conclusion; everything felt...heavy, liquid.

‘Like the water, crushing and salty; waves pounding and pushing you under until the world went dark...’

In her hand, the left one...Something...Rough and dry in her fingers. Shell – seashell. The first thing she had seen after the dark water. Wrapping her fingers around it, feeling it and knowing she was still alive.

Hers, the only thing that was anymore...Hidden in the dirt, because it was hers, just hers, like the songs that no one here knew. Hers, not anyone else’s; not like her body and her blood that were taken by others now. But she remembered when they had been hers, like the shell, like the songs.

Like Atlas.

She whimpered with the pain of memory. Atlas; cobalt eyes and sandy hair, and strong arms and warm mouth. He had been hers once too...

‘NO!’

Her hands clenched. No, he was there, she just couldn’t see him. If she couldn’t see him how could she know if he was gone?

‘Schrödinger’s Cat - Just don’t look in the box.’

“Are you alright?” Voice! Touch on her hand!

Instinct and adrenaline had her on her feet and backed into the side of the cell, bars almost touching the pain that was her back, crouching, clasping her shell, wary and waiting.

Others, when had there been others? Four others, caged as she was; one, hand outstretched through the bars – the touch on her hand.

Dark, braided hair; black like a crow feather. Gold-green eyes, big and doe gentle, pale skin; dark tattoos on her face, deer horns and tree branches. Pointed ears; elven. Slender like a tree sapling.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Soft voice like her eyes, accent with rounded vowels; nice.

“Perhaps that wasn’t the best idea Daisy.”

Another, short and broad; Dwarven. Deep voice; smooth. Brown eyes, blonde hair pulled into a short pony-tail, gold hoop in one ear, chain of gold balls joined to a circle around his neck, shirtfront open to frame chest hair.  

‘Lothario.’

“Can you understand us?”

A third. Different accent, still nice. Human, chestnut hair and blue, blue eyes. Strong, regal features.

“Give her a moment, being bled makes you lethargic.”

The fourth, last one.

She blinked.

Moss-green eyes, tanned skin, sharp nose and chin, high cheekbones, pointed ears, another elf. Dark eyebrows, but white, white hair.

Tattoos, up his neck and chin, stopping at the bottom lip, but pale under his skin and raised as if pushed under, not painted on.

But he talked like they did.

“Who?” She asked, unable to get anything else out.

“I’m Merrill,” Introduced the dark-haired elf. “This is Varric,” She pointed at the dwarf. “And Sebastian,” The human. “And this is Fenris.” The strange elf.

“...Mira. My name is Mira.” She replied

It had been so long since she’d said her own name.

“That’s a very pretty name.” Merrill said.

She blinked again.

‘Odd, happy little elf; Naive, cute... poor thing.’

“Thank you.” What else was she supposed to say? “Why are you here?” She might as well start with the basics.

“We were ambushed while scouting the Wounded Coast, there were too many and they overpowered us. Fenris was knocked unconscious and the rest of us were drugged. And now we are here.” Sebastian explained.

‘Really nice accent, could listen to him all day.’

“So what’s your story miss? And about that song...” Varric asked.

“What song?” She asked, confused.

“You don’t remember? It was quite the performance, especially considering the circumstances.” Varric said, with genuine praise in his voice.

“I’m afraid my memory...isn’t too good right now. I’m so tired all the time.” She apologised.

She refused to think about what that meant. She rubbed her hand over her face, feeling the slack dry skin, the roughness of her hands.

‘Don’t think about it...Don’t think about it...’

“I think it went - Lay me down.....Let the only sound.....Be the overflow.....Pockets full of stones.....Lay me down.....Let the only sound.....Be the overflow.....” Varric supplied.

“Oh, ‘What the Water Gave Me’.” She answered.

“What does it mean?” Fenris questioned with curiosity in those green eyes.

She held up her shell.

“What the water gave me.” She smiled bitterly.

“You were shipwrecked?” He asked.

“I...I was...drowned.” She answered.

“But you’re alive.” Merrill stated.

“I drowned, the waves pushed me under and I couldn’t breathe. Everything was water until it went black. I woke up on a beach, with this.” She pointed to her shell. “And then they came.” She snarled at the memory. “Now I’m here. That’s what the water gave me.”

“And ‘Atlas’?” Fenris questioned.

“No.” Was her reply.

“No?” asked Sebastian, curious.

Her fists clenched and her teeth gritted. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m sensing a story there.” Varric murmured to himself.

Fenris’ head turned moments before she heard it. Footsteps along the stone hallways, heavy boots, bare feet...and the whisper of silk. Her stomach fluttered like it contained a trapped sparrow; she could guess who it was. They all fell silent.

‘Caristianne.’

She gently placed her shell in its hiding spot, patting the dirt back over it, then sunk down to the floor of her cell and let her head drop against the bars with a dull thump. The footsteps grew closer.

She swept into the room like a living flame, impossibly bright amongst the dull grey armor of her guards and the dreary earth brown the lone slave wore. The wide cerise sleeves of her robe fluttered around her slender arms like wings.

‘Firebird, Phoenix.’

Magister Caristianne preferred the colours of light and flame to grace her body - they suited her. Almost yellow eyes gazed at the line of cells, malice glittering in their depths.

She stopped in front of the other’s cell, but ignoring the others she focused on Fenris.

“Even without your friends added into the bargain re-capturing Magister Denerius’ wayward bodyguard is worth all the effort. Even without your skills you are quite valuable slave. ” She commented.

“I am not a slave.” The white-haired elf stated, iron in his voice. The magisters eyes narrowed.

“I hope that delusion will not be too hard to break, it would be tedious.” She turned away dismissively.  

An imperious, gold-tanned arm gestured for her slave to collect the blood-filled bowl, and a click of her fingers brought it to her side.

She stopped in front of Mira’s cell, red tinted lips curved in a false, saccharine smile.

“Look at you all the way over there; don’t you enjoy your company slave? That is no way to treat guests, especially after all the trouble I went to to acquire some for you.” Her voice was husky velvet.

Mira wanted to rip her tongue out and strangle her with it.

“Hmmmmmm...” One finger dipped into the crimson liquid in the bowl, until a gold lacquered nail was covered in it. “Maybe your energy is finally diminishing, is that it? Let’s see.”

A red tongue slipping from between red lips, licking at a red-stained finger. The magister hummed.

“Oh, no, still as potent as ever. You really were worth dealing with that posturing male of yours.” She commented.

Mira couldn’t stop the shaking in her hands.

The magister sighed.

“Still upset over that slave? It’s your own fault, naive idiot that you are. Why the power in your blood was wasted on you.” She criticized.

“I wonder, if you aren’t willing to make the first overtures, maybe I should tell your new friends a little about you before you came into my service, about your lover?” The magister pondered.

The shaking had spread to her whole body, her teeth were chattering.

‘Shut up, shut up, shut up, shutupshutupshutup SHUT UP!’


“How he pretended to be your saviour and protector, telling you that he lost you in the storm when he really left you to die on that beach so he could live?”

‘SHUT UP!’

“How he lied and told you when he found you here alive that he was going to get you out of here; when he was all the while bargaining to sell you?”

‘SHUT UP!’

“How you were still warm from his bed and his embrace when he cast you aside for coin, like chattel?”

“SHUT UP YOU GODS DAMMED ****!” Mira screamed, her words ending in a shriek.

The bolt of magic threw her to the back of the cell. She could feel wetness on her cheeks.

“You should be glad I killed him for you.” Caristianne whispered.

Mira lay on the floor where she fell, keening as the magister glided out of the prison.

[Arquen]

‘Schrödinger’s Cat - Just don’t look in the box.’ -- that made me lol. I do use that analogy quite often, but I don't know why anyone in Thedas would know quantum physics jokes. I'm also curious if Hawke is going to come sweeping in for the rescue, LOL. Oh, and magisters... of course it would be some crazy magisters. Oh that reminds me -- it is Danarius and Isabela (another common one). It makes me cringe a little when people mispell those. Shaping up to be an interesting fic. Are you going to put it on FF.net or DA or LJ or AO3 or what have you?

Oh, now I am bombarded with good fics... I just finished reading MUTE and I was enthralled. A dark fic where femHawke gets kidnapped and tortured and the healing process afterward. Lovely Fenris and Fem!Hawke romance/interactions. The writing style, the visuals, the prose, the flow, the emotions, the characters. It was a great read. Probably known to some of you guys. I am just sort of catching up on "older" fics. LOL.

Sadly now I am too tired to work on my own fic. However, I think I might have a direction to take it in now. So, YAY.

As for more Fenris -- I do wish he was able to use his "fist through the chest" ability more often. Like as an actual skill. Maybe it would take a lot of stamina, maybe have a long recharge, but it would be so deliciously epic to watch him pause, put his fist through someone, then resume battle with his sword. You know, Fenris also has instances where he is carrying that 2 handed sword in one hand. That elf is seriously strong.

[Giggles_Manically]

Two Handed swords only weigh upwards of like 15 pounds at the HEAVIEST.
To a trained fighter that is not overly heavy.

Playing a blood mage Hawke right now makes me sad that Anders and Fenris have nothing to say about it. Especially since Hawke uses Fenris as a health battery a lot.

What can I say I find humor in that.