Right, my computer is playing tricks on me, I think it's been attack by multiply Trojan horse.
Better post this on before I lost everything.
Folks, prepare for the massive load.
PROMPT ENTRIESThis Thursday's prompt options are:
A) Unlikely places
Child's play
C) The spirits/virtues (Valour, justice, faith, etc.)
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[quote]Dr. Doctor wrote...
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A: Prompt: Unlikely Places
After a harrowing journey through the Deep Roads, Hawke and the party have returned to Kirkwall to rest and restock. Fenris; choosing to forgo the company of the party choses to take a walk through the streets of Lowtown. Whilst walking amogst the shanties and old slave quarters, Fenris soon finds himself in the presence of a mighty tree that stretches almost to the top of the city walls.
Deciding that this place is as good as any to sit and rest, Fenris sits at the titanic base of the tree and closes his eyes.Elder Cyrus: I see you found the vhendadahl lad. Most newcomers here have be scampering through the Undertown so long that they're a little afraid of seeing actual flora.
Fenris: I have seen trees before elder, but I did not expect to see one in Lowtown.
Cyrus: Well then lad, you've obviously never visited the Alienage before. The vhendadahl here is the only tree in Lowtown.
Fenris: (awestruck) Forgive me elder, I mean no disrespect, but this is the Kirkwall Alienage? It's more beautiful than I expected it to be.
Cyrus: (confused) Lad, that's not the reaction most newcommers have, where do you hail from?
Fenris: Tevinter, I spent most of my life in that black pit in the service of a Magister. Once I escaped, I heard tales of this place, of this tree and the paradise that the elves here have built.
Cyrus: I can see why you considered this place a paradise then, my father too was a slave of Tevinter for many years before he fled here. From the stories he told me of that place, of what he must have seen...(inhales)...Ah well lad enough of the past. Name's Cyrus by the way I tend to look out for our kin around here.
Fenris: (genuinely happy) Fenris.
Cyrus: Fenris, eh you wouldn't happen to be one of the Champion's lot that there's been talk about would you?
Fenris: You know of Hawke?
Cyrus: Aye, there's been talk of his exploits around Lowtown. But that's beside the point lad, the Champion and his band is giving the people around here something that's in short supply in Kirkwall; hope.(chuckles) That's quite a feat for an elf who just so happened to stumble into the Alienage.
Fenris: I am glad to be of service to my kin Elder Cyrus. If it means perserving this place so that others may enjoy its sanctuary will continue on alongside Hawke.
Cyrus: Lad there's no need for vows or theatrics, its a good day, the sun is out , and you've found a home amongst your people. Ah well, I'll let you get back to your nap. (places hand on Fenris' shoulder) Good luck lad.
Fenris: Thank you, Cyrus.
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B: Prompt: Child's Play
Hawke: Come on Fenris, you have to admit that it's kind of cute.
Fenris: That thing is an abomination.
Hawke: (nudges) Fenris, its adorable. Besides Varric's niece made it for you.
Fenris: I withstood having lyrium being burned into my flesh, I think I can withstand your attempt at giving me a guilty consience.
Hawke: I think its a good likeness. Plus its really soft and huggable, sort of like you.
Fenris: If you like it so much why don't you take it?
Hawke: Now what would I do with a ragdoll version of you Fen? I already have the real thing.
Fenris: (facepalm)
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C: Prompt: Unlikely Places
After a harrowing journey through the Deep Roads, Hawke and the party have returned to Kirkwall to rest and restock. Fenris; choosing to forgo the company of the party choses to take a walk through the streets of Lowtown. Whilst walking amogst the shanties and old slave quarters, Fenris soon finds himself in the presence of a mighty tree that stretches almost to the top of the city walls. Deciding that this place is as good as any to sit and rest, Fenris sits at the titanic base of the tree and closes his eyes.Elder Cyrus: I see you found the vhendadahl lad. Most newcomers here have be scampering through the Undertown so long that they're a little afraid of seeing actual flora.
Fenris: I have seen trees before elder, but I did not expect to see one in Lowtown.
Cyrus: Well then lad, you've obviously never visited the Alienage before. The vhendadahl here is the only tree in Lowtown.
Fenris: (awestruck) Forgive me elder, I mean no disrespect, but this is the Kirkwall Alienage? It's more beautiful than I expected it to be.
Cyrus: (confused) Lad, that's not the reaction most newcommers have, where do you hail from?
Fenris: Tevinter, I spent most of my life in that black pit in the service of a Magister. Once I escaped, I heard tales of this place, of this tree and the paradise that the elves here have built.
Cyrus: I can see why you considered this place a paradise then, my father too
was a slave of Tevinter for many years before he fled here. From the stories he told me of that place, of what he must have seen...(inhales)...Ah well lad enough of the past. Name's Cyrus by the way I tend to look out for our kin around here.
Fenris: (genuinely happy) Fenris.
Cyrus: Fenris, eh you wouldn't happen to be one of the Champion's lot that there's been talk about would you?
Fenris: You know of Hawke?
Cyrus: Aye, there's been talk of his exploits around Lowtown. But that's beside the point lad, the Champion and his band is giving the people around here something that's in short supply in Kirkwall; hope.(chuckles) That's quite a feat for an elf who just so happened to stumble into the Alienage.
Fenris: I am glad to be of service to my kin Elder Cyrus. If it means perserving this place so that others may enjoy its sanctuary will continue on alongside Hawke.
Cyrus: Lad, there's no need for vows or theatrics, its a good day, the sun is out , and you've
found a home amongst your people. Ah well, I'll let you get back to your nap. (places hand on Fenris' shoulder) Good luck lad.
Fenris: Thank you, Cyrus.
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[quote]Margaret_TheElf wrote.....
Prompt: The spirits/virtues
This elven spirit of "Faith" is being a faithful shoulder for femHawke to cry, as she grieves for the lost of a loved one? And encouraging her, giving her faith? 
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[quote]HolyJellyfish wrote...
Prompt Unlikely Places:
- Various companions asking Fen about his tattoos. I would dearly love
anyone who drew Zevran asking Fen where his tattoos go and asking to see
them and such. Oh how I would love you!Zevran: So I've been meaning to ask you, my lovely Tevinter friend.
Fenris: ... Why are you still here?
Zevran: Better question is, why wasn't I here from the beginning? Irregardless. You have arroused much curiousity since your presence among delicious female (and male) company on various mediums across the nation and I'll bet outside your current realm, in a world of fanciful appreciation!
Fenris: ... What are you talking about?
Zevran: Now now now, enough frivolous questions. Answer me this. Now. You have many lyrium addled markings that accentuate you finely. The curves across the forms of your biceps, the long thin vines over your chin that draw down the cool, statuesque figure of your fine neck.
Fenris: ... Do you have a point?
Zevran: ... I mean to say. Just where do they.... go?
Fenris: I fail to understand.
Zevran: Truly you are not so blind to the question.
Fenris: They brand my body.
Zevran: Yes but... How far do they... brand? Perhaps an investigation is necessary. Now, Isabela is here to hel-
Fenris: By the gods- NO.
Isabela: Now now, no need to be shy. A good world saving team operates best by knowing eachothers weaknesses and bodies better than their own!
Zevran: Indeed.
Fenris: ... Where did Hawke pick you up again!?
Zevran: That is beside the point.
Isabela: Now stand still, Fenris. This may tickle. If you feel warm, then we are doing this righ-
Cassandra: ENOUGH!
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[quote]BPearl12 wrote...
Prompt: Child's Play.
It's Fenny at around age 12 with a cute little sister/cousin/buddy.
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[quote]trickybunny wrote.....
Prompt: The Spirits 
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[quote]Ninjacat513 wrote...
Prompt:Virtues
Particularly, the virtue of caring.(Hawkette's name = Rose)
Rose made haste as she scurried through the bustling street. Even at night it was swarming with flocks of commoners and salesmen. She was pushed into a sweat-laden merchant as he preached his sales. Rose cringed at the stench before hurrying to the tavern where her companions would meet her there. Wisp of blonde hair escaped her braid, dancing around in her face as the wind nipped at her nose. Slender gloved fingers grasped the doornob, twisting it. The aged door creaked open in distress, revealing a surprisingly dead environment. A few ladies of the night slithered through the shadows like serphents, cunning eyes searching for their next prey. The occasional tavern patron nursed on a bubbling mug while others were passed out on the floor. Varric and Isabella were eyeing a waitress, Carver nervously looked around for his sister, while Fenris leaned against the bar with arms crossed and his face locked in a "meh" expression.
Rose jogged up the them, her peony lips parting to reveal a kind smile. "'Ello, mates!" She chirped to the group.
"Aye." Varric saluted half-heartedly.
"Yep." Isabella nodded.
"Finally! I was waiting forever." Carver grumbled sarcastically, using humor to hide his worry.
Fenris stayed silent, giving a curt nod.
"Hello to you, to." Rose jested, playfully punching the elf's shoulder. He flinched, cowering slightly. "Crap, did I hurt you...?" She asked guiltily, hanging her head in slight shame.
"No. Let's talk about something else." He changed the subject in a monotone voice.
"I like ponies." Carver chuckled, trying to lighten up the situation. Rose yawned, rubbing her eyes.
"Right then...Rest tonight, friends. Tommorow we take our leave." Rose informed the party gathered, saluting the team before turning into the basement. She unlatched the door with the key and entered. It was shabby, and rundown, complete with a small bed and a nightstand. She smirked at it's condition and set her things down.
Rose undid the tie on her braid, unraveling the plait and letting it morph into long, wavy blonde locks that cascaded down her back and ended at about her navel. She removed her armor and changed into a loose tunic and a pair of trousers. Ready to blow the candle out, a rapping at the door interupted her routine.
"Ugh, Carver, leave me be! Tell the woman you're not intrested in what she's selling!" Rose hissed.
"It's Fenris...?" He said through the door.
"Oh, heh heh, can I get you anything?" She groggily answered.
"I wished to talk to you." He stated simply. Rose lumbered to the door, unlatching it and opening it fully. She beckoned the tall Elf into the small chamber. "Mm?" Rose yawned, ready to listen to what he had to say.
"I just wanted to tell you a bit about my past. I thought you should know." Fenris mumbled softly.
"I'm all ears!" Rose urged enthusiastically.
"Funny. Anyway, remember how I said I came from Tevinter?" He paused, and when Rose nodded he went on,
"Well I did...But I was a slave. To a Magister. He beat me and experimented on me. I don't remember much of it, but I do know that these 'tattoos' are really scars from the lyrium he burned into me. Sick little a**." Fenris finished his story with clenched fists.
"Fenris, that's terrible! I'm sorry." She consoled in a geniune voice.
"I don't want your pity, Rose. Not one bit of it."
"I don't pity you. I -care- about your wellbeing. Is caring so wrong?" She defended, as if taken back with his assumptions. Rose promptly put a reassuring hand upon the Elf's broad shoulder. He tensed a bit, shuffling his feet before relaxing. He sucked in a breath, unsure of what to say next. "It's just...I've lost so much. And I don't want to lose y-you too." The warrior stammered, his forehead creased. Rose's cheeks flushed a bit red. She indeed did fancy the boy, but tried to keep her girlish whims at bay.
"I-I...I didn't think...I don't fancy losing you." She immiedietly caught what she said and corrected herself, "I don't fancy loosing any of you. Not Varric, Isabella, Carver, or you!" She finished hastily, nervousness riding on her tone.
Fenris' lips quivered as he tried to stifle a laugh. A rare smile managed to escape his barrier.
"I'll sleep better now, with that behind me. Thanks, for everything. And you're right, caring isn't so bad." He smiled, feeling relieved. Rose had broken through the first line of his self-defenses.
Fenris gave her a quick hug, relishing in the moment before exiting the room.
Once the door closed and latched, Fenris took a deep breath.
On the other side of the door, Rose smiled widely, blushing madly.
They both mumbled to the ground, "I love you..."
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[quote]Margaret_TheElf wrote...
Prompt: Child's PlayFenris sat quietly beneath the shade of a large tree, observing a boy walking with his dog through a field, bound by a rope leash around its neck. Fenris winced at his few memories; memories of his own leash.Hawke: Something troubles you, my friend.Hawke seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and gracefully sat herself next to her distressed companion.Fenris:I do not understand it.Hawke: Understand what?Fenris:That dog. It now has the opportunity to render itself free from the boy, as he is clearly the superior in physical strength....and yet it is content to stay a slave to the boy and his family.
Hawke: The dog is no slave, Fenris. I would say pet, but the two words have often been classified the same. That dog is the boy's companion, and would attempt to leave the boy if he desired. He stays, because he bears love to that boy and his family.Fenris: So if the dog bore no love for them...?Hawke: As I had said: the dog would leave, given the chance....I could compare him to you, I suppose.Fenris turned his head to her, an eyebrow cocked in confusement; unsure if that was an insult or a compliment.
Fenris: Care to explain?
Hawke began to fiddle with a leaf that had fallen from the tree, sliding it between her pale fingers.
Hawke: Like the dog, you are here as my companion, for a certain purpose. If you truly disliked me, you would leave.
Fenris:....does this mean I love you, then?
Hawke: *heartiful laugh* Maybe or maybe not! For all I know, you could be here with me to protect yourself from the Magister, staying as a friend...looking for more than a friend. Whatever choice it is, it is yours.
The two friends then focused themselves onto the boy and his dog. The leash removed, the dog is bounding around the boy in excitement. The boy beguns to scratch the dog's ears, and coddle him; the dog returning the love. Hawke wore a cheeky grin as Fenris' lips formed a soft smile, his lichen green eyes contently looking into the distance. She tucked the leaf behind one of his pointed ears, and gently pecked him on the cheek.
Hawke: All things are more precious and beautiful, once understood. Enjoy the field.
She pulled herself up, and quietly left as she had came, leaving Fenris alone under the tree. He had turned to gaze at her she left, her hips swaying leisurely as she walked to the campsite. He slowly plucked the leaf from his ear, and smiled warmly. He whispered gently to himself, like a mother reassuring her child, before brushing his lips softly over the cool surface of the goldn leaf.
Fenris: I am her companion, free to leave whenever I desire. I am content stay, however, because of the love I bear for her.
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[quote]ankuu wrote...
I am not sure if it falls under any prompt theme, but i imagined this dialogue and i thought it's funny xD
Hawke: Ma, I want to tell you something…
Mama Hawke: Sure darling, what is it?
Hawke: I fell in love with somebody and i would like to
bring him here…
Mama Hawke: Oh! Is he that handsome prince?
Hawke: Uhm…no..
Mama Hawke: Maybe that dashing rogue?
Hawke: No mom it’s not Varric…it’s-
Mama Hawke: Darling i hope it’s not a she…it’s a him right?
Not that i would mind, but i don’t expect grandchildren from Carver. You know
how he is…
Carver: I heard you!!!
Hawke: No it’s not a woman! It’s someone special…someone
even better than all of those you mentioned. It’s Fenris!
Mama Hawke: The…slave?
Hawke: He is not just a slave you know…he can do lots of
stuff! He is special...
Mama Hawke: Don't tell me you two already…i hope you are NOT
pregnant!
Hawke: I wasn’t talking about that, mom!!! But you said that
you want grandchildren anyways…
Mama Hawke: Yea, but not with pointy ears. Imagine me going
into the market…everyone is going to ask me why am i walking my servant’s
child!
Hawke: Argh fine! *walks out of the room*
Mama Hawke: Carver, my little boy, come over here for a second.
Carver: Yes mom...
Mama Hawke: Do you have a girlfriend?
Carver: Ew! No! I am too young for that...
Mama Hawke: I am doomed...
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[quote]poisonthecity wrote..
Prompt: Unlikely Places:
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[quote]Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
The spirits, when originally, I was doing "Unlikely Places".
[quote]PROMPT I - HOPE
He stared blankly through the darkness.
There was no way he could get out of this place.
Yet whatever he had encountered in his dream- now fading fast- thought he could. Perhaps it was a splinter of madness, thinking he could ever escape from the mages and this god-forsaken place. Seeping through now into his sleep. Following him however long he stared out into the black of the cold dungeon he had been locked in. Following him however long he was experimented on by the magister. However long he was doing things he was forced to do.
The thoughts were chasing it.
The thing in his dream called itself "Hope". It had looked like... he couldn't describe it. There were no words he knew for it.
At first, he had run. It was something else- another tormentor, now living in his dreams. Or so he thought.But it had just wanted to talk. It wanted to know his name, and why he was so full of what it said felt like "emptiness". He had little idea of his actual name, only the one the magister called him. If it was even close to correct, probably not. So he had told the thing his name. He told it he didn't understand what it meant by he was "empty" but he told it his everyday life.
"You could always break free. You could always run." It had said, calmly and surely. Running had been an option he had considered on occasion, when he had been delirious from the pain. It had never been a rational idea. There had never been a plan to ever do so. He probably wouldn't even find his way out before he was caught again, or killed. He scoffed at the thing.
But it had just smiled... the best whatever it was could smile.
And then he had woken up.
He stared through the dark. No, it still was not a rational idea. Even if he could kill someone with his bare hands and run, he'd never get away fast enough. But the feeling was there. It wouldn't leave, no matter how hard he pushed at it.
Lights appeared in the hall outside the cell he was locked in when he wasn't being ordered around or experimented on. Again, they were coming for him. For what, he'd not be sure until they had him there.
He could see outside the cell, and heard the two "apprentices" of the magister (much more tools that would be discarded thoughtlessly later) bickering. They were thin, willowy, and young. Unsuspecting and fighting over trivial matters. They didn't even have enough power for spells to create their own light- they carried a torch instead.
They broke off their argument for one of them to open the cell door and bark, "C'mon, knife-ear."
Knife-ear. That phrase rang in his head. Whenever he was kicked, pushed, hit, stabbed, burned, humiliated, and a variety of other things, they barked that phrase at him.
Something snapped. Someone was screaming
."HELP! He's breaking free!" The other apprentice screamed as the other fell dead from his hands. He hit her in the head, quickly, and hard enough to make her be quiet. She slumped to the floor in seconds, the torch's flame wavering in her hands.
He'd probably be seen with it, but there was no other choice. There was no way his eyes could see through this darkness. He grabbed the torch and ran. Ran wherever this darkness went, and hoped for a way out.
He would eventually find his way out. He would go to Kirkwall, under the name the magister had given him for he had no other, but he was free. Running, but free. He would be known to work alongside the legend, Hawke... where he found a whole new meaning to "Hope".
His name was Fenris. And even though he would not realize it until later, a spirit had come to his aid when he had needed it most...[/quote]
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[quote]SaberBloodwork wrote...
Prompt: Virtues - Temperance
He was starting to get used to it. His eyes didn’t narrow as much as before and his fingernails stopped leaving moon shaped marks whenever he clenched his fists. His heart didn’t pound quite as loudly and no blood boiled in his lyrium flooded veins, no barely contained anger heated his face.
Yes, he was starting to get used to it. Getting the calm mask back on his face wasn’t as hard as a week or two ago.
The sound of laugher drifted through the night’s air and he couldn’t help but turn his seemingly disinterested eyes to the left, where it came from.
At the beginning of it all, he used to find it annoying. Bah! Infuriating even! It was loud and far from what one would consider a melody to his ears. On top of that, when it started, it was hard to make it stop.
Overtime, as unwilling as he was to admit, he started to view it as a part of his life – something that followed him wherever they all went. He couldn’t deny that the corner of his lips lifted once or twice when hearing it. Imagining that it would not be there tomorrow made something weight on the bottom of his stomach. Uneasiness? It would seem so.
Hawke – that’s what they all called her.
Calling her beautiful would probably be too much, but as far as humans go, he guessed calling her attractive wouldn’t be that far from truth. It wasn’t her looks that he came to find so appalling, though. It was her determination. Her loyalty. The way she looked danger straight into eyes, a challenging smile on her face. The way she proved him wrong.
His lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes swept over the scene. She was sitting on the ground, one of her legs bent, her elbow on its knee. There was that grin of her – the wide, cheeky, almost childish one.
But she was not sitting alone. The dwarf kept her company, alongside a bottle of fine wine.
Lately, he noticed, they grew closer. There was something in the air around those two – the ease with which they talked, the way she always laughed at his jokes, those eyes of hers on him in silent fascination as yet another tale left his mouth.
Varric was a good man. He could not deny that. There was that sense of respect between the dwarf and himself, one that could be easily overlooked if one listened on to their conversations.
But as much as he liked the man, he couldn’t help but grow bitter towards him. He was suave, flirty, outspoken, a great listener and story teller – something she seemed to like and look for.
Him? He couldn’t even force a few words about his past out of that tightly shut mouth of his. Not even one. He couldn’t provide words of comfort when yet again the world let her down, couldn’t embrace her when she needed
it, wasn’t able to show how much he lov-
No. He was a fool to go as far as to think he held any deeper feeling for her. She was a human and a mage, both of which he hated like nothing else. In the long run, the two of them would be doomed.
Fall in love with her?
No. He just couldn’t.
He could feel his eyes grow colder as yet again she laughed, swinging her arm across Varric’s shoulders in a friendly way, bringing her bottle high in the air, a loud toast leaving her mouth.
“For us!”
His teeth clenched painfully as he forced himself to look away, back to the sword he was supposed to be cleaning.
Dark thoughts invaded his mind as he took deep, calming breaths into his burning lungs. But even the cold air did nothing to soothe him.
He was a fool to fall for her.
She was even more so, for not taking notice.
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[quote]TheSquadette wrote...
Prompt: Unlikely Places
Having just escaped the magister Fenris encounters some savage animals. Overwhelmed, he's knocked unconcious, only to wake in a small house, bandaged and in a bed.
Fenris: Wh-what?
Upon a lack of answer he pulls himself out of his bed, catious, only to hear someone enter in a nearby room. A woman walks in, a basket of linens in her arms.
Woman: Oh dear! You've awakened, should have called out.
Fenris: I...I should have?
Woman: Of course dear, I didn't really want you out of bed just yet, you may have opened a wound.
Fenris: I'm fine.
Woman: Fine? Oh yes, of course. Silly me, must have imagined the rabid wolves and the blood. Don't mind me, you know us old folk get a bit didly in our age.
Fenris: I...didn't mean it like that.
Woman Laughes kindly: I know, I know, just a bit of teasing, since you're well enough to stand.
Fenris: Yes.
Woman smiles:[i] Well, soup should be put on, you must be famished.
Fenris: Yes but...why?
Woman gives him an understanding look: Because dear, everyone needs help sometimes.
Fenris: But I'm [i]gestures to self vaguely
Woman: An elf? An escapee? I know dear, but all the same.
As she goes back to the front room, Fenris watches her go, a curious expression on his face, before following her out.
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[quote]Astoria wrote...
Unlikely PlacesIt was much too late in the evening for surprises.
Physically and mentally exhausted, the party had somehow managed to trudge through the gates of Kirkwall, up the winding cobblestone streets of Hightown to the steps of the Amell ancestral homestead. Its facade was grandiose and daunting, befitting of its noble inhabitants. The interior didn’t deviate much from its counterpart. The marble floors, vaulted ceilings and four-tiered chandelier echoed self-importance throughout the cavernous entry hall.Though careful to keep his face neutral, Fenris was certain some of his uneasiness leaked through. He had a vague memory of walking the corridors of estates much like this one. It left him with a feeling of foreboding. His recall may have been dubious, but Fenris knew nothing advantageous to his person had ever occurred in places such as these.
They all followed The August Lady Hawke, as Varric had taken to calling her, up a particularly imposing staircase
to a series of hallways. There they began to dissipate; two down that passage, three down the other and the lady striding into one of her own. Not a word was spoken between them. They all knew their place within these walls without the crutch of instruction. Fenris stood uncertain, debating as to whether he should call out to one of them or just go sleep in the garden.
“Fenris.” Hawke sounded out, not bothering to slow her pace or even glance at him. The elf hesitated for a moment before falling into step behind her. The foggy recollection struck him hard in that instant: of coming to heel when he was summoned to. He didn’t know to whom or why, just that he had.
“You remind me of someone.” He proclaimed before the thought had even properly formed in his head. The lady didn’t miss a beat.
“Is that good or bad?” She asked disinterested as they continued on their way.
“I am not sure yet.” Fenris replied dryly.
“Do let me know when you figure it out.” Hawke shot back just as dry whilst opening an ornate wooden door. “You may stay here for the time being, if you wish. It is not much, but the bed is comfortable, or so I have heard.”
“Pardon?” The elf crooked a quizzical eye towards her. “The what?”
“The bed. It is comfortable.” She repeated slowly. Fenris turned to regard the armoire thoughtfully.
“Does one sleep in it or on it?” She gaped at him.
“You…” The lady started, but found herself without words for a few long moments. “You have never seen a bed before?” Her brow was furrowed and lips parted slightly at what she herself found as an unfathomable notion. The look on Hawke’s face was a far cry from her usually composed, albeit snarky, expression. Fenris found he could not help himself; his lips quirked upwards at the sight of their own volition. The gesture was minute, but her eyes did not fail to spot it. “Oh, you are having me on. It is far too late in the day for that, my forgetful friend.”
The lady turned to leave and was almost out the door before his voice stopped her. He had murmured something even her ears could not catch. With one hand still on the finely carved wood she leveled a no nonsense look at the elf.
“Come again?” She inquired politely enough.
“Thank you.” Fenris repeated, nearly as quietly as before. “This is… This is more than I have ever had.” He stole a glance of her out of the corner of his eye. Something dangerously close to pity flashed across the plains of her face before she effectively shut herself down again.
“You are welcome. I do hope you sleep well, m’lord.” Hawke bowed slightly at the waist and gave an exaggerated whirl of the hand in his direction.
“As do you, m’lady.” And with that she was gone. He turned to what he deduced was the actual bed and eyed it with suspicion. It was far too late for surprises. He wanted something familiar. Fenris blew out the candle on the nightstand stretched himself out on the floor.
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[quote]SteamPunks wrote...
Prompt: Spirit
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I wanna see what you did! It's still technically Weds...err well at least where I am for another hour.
. Like nikki said the concept is great my lazy butt just drew a wisp, you went all out and drew the actual ghostly body of Justice <3
