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[grimmcreeper]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

I can see Fenris' name being the subject of jokes in-game:

Hawke: Fenris! Check out this neat rubber ball that I found at the market, its enchanted to bounce for miles.

Fenris: And this would interst me why?

Hawke: I figured that this sort of thing would interest you that's all.

Fenris: Oh I get it, my name is the Tevinter word for wolf, so you automatically decide that its funny to make fun of it.

Hawke: Not at all, I thought that a such a free-spirited, fun-loving man like yourself would be interested in an enchanted rubber ball. It could be an excellent distraction in combat.

Fenris: Sarcasm will not get you out of this hole Hawke, I'd suggest you stop digging. Besides how could a ball distract someone in combat?

Hawke: Like this. (Hawke throws the ball down the street and hits a wall, it then ricochets and starts flying back towards Hawke)

Carver: (running up to Hawke and Fenris) You two have to come see this, Isabela's about to duel this other pirate and its going to be- (is hit the head with the enchanted ball which proceeds once more to ricochet and continues to wreak havoc in the streets)

Fenris: Alright, so it is a valid distraction.

Hawke: Told you.

(+5 rivalry)

You make me giggle.
While I realize that's a fairly creepy thing to say seeing as I usually lurk the forums and never post...I just could not resist.

Everything you write makes me lulz, even if it wasn't meant to be funny (Exaggeration, but I think you get the point)

[lnicol1900]

@Dr Doctor: Very funny, I loved that dialogue. Poor Carver, should have been watching where he was going.

I just watched an episode of Star Trek TNG. It was the one where Picard and a few other crewmembers get turned into kids whilst getting an emergency transport. One scene just grabbed at me, I had to parody it.

A couple of days ago, Hawke, Bethany and Fenris were in a skirmish in one of Kirkwall’s many back alleys. The fight came to an abrupt end when Bethany casted a new spell she had been studying. After a blinding flash, Hawke regained consciousness to find that she, and her companions, had been reduced to the age of ten.

They immediately returned to the Hawke estate and sent an emergency message to Merrill, begging for help. The Keeper came, along with Sebastian, Varric, and Isabela, the latter two coming for the enjoyment of seeing their fearless Champion as a child.

-Present day-

Hawke swung her legs lazily back and forth. Sitting on the table, she was too high to touch the floor. The dress that her mother had found for her was one size too big, and it flapped as she kicked her legs out.

She looked over to Fenris, the ex-slave wearing borrowed clothing as well. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, scowling as he focused on the book in his hands.

She could understand his foul mood. He had, once again, been subjected to magic that had transformed him. Still, this had been an accident and he hadn’t lost any of his memories or skills this time, just a few years or more of physical maturity.

“Well, this is exciting,” she noted sarcastically, trying not to wince at her high pitched voice.

Fenris looked up from his book and stared, unimpressed, at her.

“What would you rather being doing?” he asked scathingly, his own high pitched voice making his tone rather hilarious to her.

“I’d rather be doing anything than sitting here watching you sulk,” she stated, jumping down off the table.

Feeling restless, she wondered the guest room that Fenris had been given for the duration of the incident. She examined the little decorative trinkets that were placed here and there.

“Our bodies have been violated by magic, changed,” he emphasised, watching her as she wondered. “This has happened twice to me.”

“It bothers me too,” she stated, walking slowly back to the bed. “But, I’m not a mage, so there’s nothing I can do about it. Beth and Merrill are working as hard as they can, I’d might as well enjoy this while it lasts.”

“What is there to enjoy about being like this?” he demanded in disbelief.

“Don’t you remember anything about being a child at all?” Hawke asked interestedly.

“No, not really,” he answered deadpan. “And considering that I probably grew up in slavery, I doubt that I have very fond memories. I’ll be glad when this is over.”

Hawke sat there silently for a moment, watching him brood. Then, an idea came to her and she smiled slyly.

“I bet you were a jumper,” she stated calmly.

Fenris, caught off-guard by her statement, turned to look at her quizzically. Suspicion was also evident on his face, as he prepared himself for a bizarre conversation.

“A jumper,” she repeated, only to see comprehension lacking. “You know, someone who jumps up and down on furniture all the time?”

“What?” he interrupted, unsure of what she was on about.

“You were a jumper all right,” she announced smugly. “The quiet ones… they look so innocent. You think you can turn your back on them and then bam! They’re bouncing on the bed.”

“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard,” he stated, a bemused smile tweaking at his lips. “Most of the time, I doubt I had a bed.”

“But you did have one, sometimes,” she pressed. “And whenever you did, I bet you jumped on it.”

“Hawke,” he called in exasperation.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged, climbing on the bed.

As soon as she was vertical, she started jumping, using the mattress’ springs to throw her higher into the air. She couldn’t resist smiling as she jumped, and watched as Fenris struggled to maintain a straight face.

“This is ridiculous,” he stated.

“That’s right,” she agreed, giggling slightly. “And don’t you dare join me, Fenris. You don’t like jumping on beds.”

She watched gleefully as he put his book onto the bedside table and stood up to join her, proud that her little challenge had worked. Within moments he was bouncing up and down beside her, though he was still trying not to start laughing.

“I can jump higher,” he called.

I may parody the tanturm scene. That one was also quite hilarious.

Also, no one's suggested any possiblle prompts for next week. I know they've probably been decided, but here's a couple more to add to the potentials list.

Child. Slave.

Modifié par lnicol1900, 02 février 2011 - 11:51 .

[lnicol1900]

Umm... double post?

Modifié par lnicol1900, 02 février 2011 - 11:50 .

[opheliamars]

@lnicol That scene is so cute! And that's one of my favorite episodes from TNG.

[JerkyJohnny14]

I don't like fenris I want Shale back :<(

[Dr. Doctor]

Prompt Ideas:

Time
Band on the run
Travel
Isabela

[fighterchick]

JerkyJohnny14 wrote...

I don't like fenris I want Shale back :<(

What does Shale have to do with Fenris? 0_o

[bsbcaer]

grimmcreeper wrote...

You make me giggle.
While I realize that's a fairly creepy thing to say seeing as I usually lurk the forums and never post...I just could not resist.

Everything you write makes me lulz, even if it wasn't meant to be funny (Exaggeration, but I think you get the point)

Well, you ARE the grimmcreeper! 

[grimmcreeper]

bsbcaer wrote...

grimmcreeper wrote...

You make me giggle.
While I realize that's a fairly creepy thing to say seeing as I usually lurk the forums and never post...I just could not resist.

Everything you write makes me lulz, even if it wasn't meant to be funny (Exaggeration, but I think you get the point)

Well, you ARE the grimmcreeper! 

Yea but most people don't seem to believe me
Apparently white-mexicans aren't the height of fear.

Shucks.

[KikixStar]

Hey guys, I'm fairly new here. I was looking at this forum and noticed all the writings and fanart about Fenris (which are AWESOME btw) and decided I'd make a little contribution too. This is for that snow prompt.



‘She’s the only one who could
manage that.’ Fenris brooded as he walked up the stairs to a certain someone’s
room. ‘No one else did. Only her. Even I didn’t and I don’t even have
shoes!’ He finally reached his destination and opened the door to reveal a very
miserable looking Hawke.

She sniffled as she looked out the
winder with droopy eyes. He sat down beside her on the bed and offered her the
bowl of hot soup he had brought up with him. Instantly perking up, she gladly
accepted the bowl, grinning from ear to ear. Fenris smirked, amused that Hake,
though sick as a dog, still managed to be hear goofy self. And it was that
exact quality about the rogue that had gotten her into this mess.

He smiled to himself as he
remembered what had happened just yesterday.

 

“And just where are you going?”
Bethany asked her older sibling who had one hand on the door handle, ready to
leave.

The older Hawke turned around to
look at her sister and answered flatly, “Outside.”

“Why?” Bethany questioned.

“’Cause I want to go play in the
snow?” Hawke stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You can’t go out in the snow dressed like that!”
Merrill exclaimed regarding Hawke’s casual clothing instead of the usual fur
and armor garb she normally wore. She raised a brow in questioning, obviously
not getting the hint. Merrill sighed and answered with, “You’ll catch a cold!”

Hawke scoffed and waved
Merrill’s concern away and turned around, opened the door and walked outside,
shouting “I’ll be fine!” as the door closed behind her.

Fenris peered outside the window
to see the “famed champion of Kirkwall” flop down in the snow and spread her
arms and legs to make a snow angel. He sighed to himself, “She’s insane…”

And yet, not 15 minutes later,
he found himself outside along with the rest of the group in the middle of a
massive snowball fight – training! Yes, training!…Hawke started it. Speaking of
Hawke…where was she?

Fenris glanced over his should
to find Hawke turned around sculpting…something? The group apparently seemed to
notice as well as all of them had dropped their snowballs and walked over to
Hawke’s attempt of a sculpture.

“What is that?” Varric
questioned at the awkward tower of snow with a face made of broken sticks and
leaves sticking upward from its shoulders.

“It’s Fenris!” Hawke announced
happily, grinning widely. The group stared at her with a deadpan expression.
“What?” She questioned.

“It looks nothing like him.”
Varric stated. “I mean…it looks terrible! Like a pile of -” he was cut off by a
dagger whizzing past his head. He looked up to meet the terrifying glare of an
enraged Hawke. Immediately he shut his mouth, stating nothing more.

“…I think it’s cute.” Aveline
stated, splitting the tension between Hawke and the dwarf.

Hawke snapped around to look at Aveline. “Really!?”
she asked grinned at Aveline, who nodded in return smiling at the sculpture.

“I think it’s rather cute as well.” Merrill smiled
at Hawke, causing her grin to widen.

“At the very least, it’s quite
amusing.” Isabela smirked and Bethany nodded in agreement.

“I could make ones of you guys
if you’d like.” Hawke suggested, smiling.

“NO!” everyone said in unison.

Fenris though, remained silent,
continuing to stare at the snow sculpture of himself…or what was at least supposed
to be a sculture of himself. As he stood musing over the awful sculpture that
Hawke had created, a small smile managed to grace his features.

 

“Helloooooo? You in there Fenny?”

Fenris was snapped out of his
thoughts by a pale hand waving in front of his face. “Sorry.” He apologized,
look down into his lap.

“What were you smiling about?”
Hawke questioned, finishing her soup.

Fenris shook his head, “Nothing…How
is it that you were the only one who managed to get sick?”

“I think Bethany cast a spell on me
when I nailed her in the face with that snowball.” Hawke grinned. She then
shook her head returning to the initial conversation, “So why were you
smiling?”

Fenris shook his head and chuckled
lowly, “Your ‘sculpture’.”

Embarrassed, Hawke looked down into
her lap. “Oh…” She was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. “So…what did
you think of it?” she asked, daring to peek up at his face.

Her face was pulled upwards by
gentle hands and she felt soft lips touch her own for a split second. Shocked,
she looked into the moss green eyes of the elf who smirked and replied, “I
loved it.”

[Absafraginlootly]

lnicol1900 wrote...

@Dr Doctor: Very funny, I loved that dialogue. Poor Carver, should have been watching where he was going.

I just watched an episode of Star Trek TNG. It was the one where Picard and a few other crewmembers get turned into kids whilst getting an emergency transport. One scene just grabbed at me, I had to parody it.

A couple of days ago, Hawke, Bethany and Fenris were in a skirmish in one of Kirkwall’s many back alleys. The fight came to an abrupt end when Bethany casted a new spell she had been studying. After a blinding flash, Hawke regained consciousness to find that she, and her companions, had been reduced to the age of ten.

They immediately returned to the Hawke estate and sent an emergency message to Merrill, begging for help. The Keeper came, along with Sebastian, Varric, and Isabela, the latter two coming for the enjoyment of seeing their fearless Champion as a child.

-Present day-

Hawke swung her legs lazily back and forth. Sitting on the table, she was too high to touch the floor. The dress that her mother had found for her was one size too big, and it flapped as she kicked her legs out.

She looked over to Fenris, the ex-slave wearing borrowed clothing as well. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, scowling as he focused on the book in his hands.

She could understand his foul mood. He had, once again, been subjected to magic that had transformed him. Still, this had been an accident and he hadn’t lost any of his memories or skills this time, just a few years or more of physical maturity.

“Well, this is exciting,” she noted sarcastically, trying not to wince at her high pitched voice.

Fenris looked up from his book and stared, unimpressed, at her.

“What would you rather being doing?” he asked scathingly, his own high pitched voice making his tone rather hilarious to her.

“I’d rather be doing anything than sitting here watching you sulk,” she stated, jumping down off the table.

Feeling restless, she wondered the guest room that Fenris had been given for the duration of the incident. She examined the little decorative trinkets that were placed here and there.

“Our bodies have been violated by magic, changed,” he emphasised, watching her as she wondered. “This has happened twice to me.”

“It bothers me too,” she stated, walking slowly back to the bed. “But, I’m not a mage, so there’s nothing I can do about it. Beth and Merrill are working as hard as they can, I’d might as well enjoy this while it lasts.”

“What is there to enjoy about being like this?” he demanded in disbelief.

“Don’t you remember anything about being a child at all?” Hawke asked interestedly.

“No, not really,” he answered deadpan. “And considering that I probably grew up in slavery, I doubt that I have very fond memories. I’ll be glad when this is over.”

Hawke sat there silently for a moment, watching him brood. Then, an idea came to her and she smiled slyly.

“I bet you were a jumper,” she stated calmly.

Fenris, caught off-guard by her statement, turned to look at her quizzically. Suspicion was also evident on his face, as he prepared himself for a bizarre conversation.

“A jumper,” she repeated, only to see comprehension lacking. “You know, someone who jumps up and down on furniture all the time?”

“What?” he interrupted, unsure of what she was on about.

“You were a jumper all right,” she announced smugly. “The quiet ones… they look so innocent. You think you can turn your back on them and then bam! They’re bouncing on the bed.”

“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard,” he stated, a bemused smile tweaking at his lips. “Most of the time, I doubt I had a bed.”

“But you did have one, sometimes,” she pressed. “And whenever you did, I bet you jumped on it.”

“Hawke,” he called in exasperation.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged, climbing on the bed.

As soon as she was vertical, she started jumping, using the mattress’ springs to throw her higher into the air. She couldn’t resist smiling as she jumped, and watched as Fenris struggled to maintain a straight face.

“This is ridiculous,” he stated.

“That’s right,” she agreed, giggling slightly. “And don’t you dare join me, Fenris. You don’t like jumping on beds.”

She watched gleefully as he put his book onto the bedside table and stood up to join her, proud that her little challenge had worked. Within moments he was bouncing up and down beside her, though he was still trying not to start laughing.

“I can jump higher,” he called.

I may parody the tanturm scene. That one was also quite hilarious.

Also, no one's suggested any possiblle prompts for next week. I know they've probably been decided, but here's a couple more to add to the potentials list.

Child. Slave.

This was so cute:wub: I've never actually seen next gen myself so it was all new.

Modifié par Absafraginlootly, 02 février 2011 - 11:54 .

[tankgirly]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Prompt Ideas:

Time
Band on the run
Travel
Isabela

Will file this.

Isabella?

[XX55XX]

You guys should post some of that stuff onto a blog and link to it on the fan fiction thread... just so that it remains accessible.

[KikixStar]

@lnicol

Awwww! =D That post was cute!

[Navaura]

Twilight Prompt

~~~
Fenris and Lady Hawke leaned against the cave entrance, studying the dimming of light of orange and pink on the horizon.  There was an ever-constant comfortable silence between them.  It was at an end of such an adventurous day that the two of them reveled in each other’s company.  There was a mutual understanding between them when they ventured off together, away from the rowdy and stir-crazy group.

They just sat or stood together, winding down and quietly meditating to themselves, occasionally peeking at each other out the corner of their eyes (which caused Lady Hawke to smile, but Fenris' mouth would twitch and turn back to focus on his meditation; never did he smile back).

This had been going on for several months; and it wasn't just out on the road; when conversing with the others in the tavern grew too loud and annoying, one of them would make their way outside in the courtyard and settle when not long after, the other would wordlessly join beside them.  They brushed off the other’s snide comments and teasing with a sigh and an amused smile.

(Varric:  Why so secretive of your nightly rendezvous with our fair leader? (Nudge)

Isabela:  Aw, I think Elfy is shy!  You know we have tried on many attempts to spy on your ‘activities’ but failed due to your inhuman hearing.  Why do you two tell us to leave if you have nothing to hide?

Fenris shook his head and smirked.)

Or...

(Varric:  You can’t tell me when you stalk away into the darkness after him that nothing goes on!  You’re gone for hours!

Isabela:  I’ve seen how protective he is of you in battle. (Wink)

Merrill:  He never leaves your side.  It’s so cute!

Lady Hawke snorted and smiled to herself; a hint of a blush spread across her cheeks.)

On this particular twilight descending, Lady Hawke had closed her eyes and steadied her breathing: focusing on meditating.  She was like that for a while until she wanted to peek at her companion, who was a shoulder’s width away from her.  To her surprise, Fenris was already looking at her, arms crossed, with an expression she couldn’t quite pinpoint.  Lady Hawke’s eye caught the attention of his growing smile, which was illuminated by the diminishing sunset.  Her eyebrows raised in slight surprise at the sight before her.

Lady Hawke:  My, my, Fen.  Is that a smile I see etched upon your face?  Or did that mace blow to the head earlier knock me into an alternate universe?

Fenris’ smile grew, chuckling softly as he shook his head and turned his attention to the horizon.

Fenris:  If that were the case, my Lady, then wouldn’t that pirate have gone the entire day without making a sexual innuendo?

Lady Hawke smirked and giggled at his sarcastic remark.  It was so unlike him to respond to anyone’s snarky comment with another.

Lady Hawke:  It’s good to see you letting your hair down every once in a while, Fen.

Fenris turned to look at her with a blank expression.

Fenris:  My hair is always down.

Lady Hawke:  No, I mean…

Fenris’ sudden smirk made her realize he was joking.  Lady Hawke sighed dramatically and grinned deviously.

Lady Hawke:   Twice in a row.  I am baffled, my dear Fen.

Fenris shook his head and looked back at the horizon.  Lady Hawke noticed that for the rest of their  'rendezvous’ that evening, Fenris never stopped smiling.  And once, just one, Lady Hawke thought she noticed him blushing when they caught each other’s not-so-hidden sneaky glances.
~~~

This is my first prompt.  If you read this and didn't gag, then I have succeeded.  

Modifié par Navaura, 03 février 2011 - 12:10 .

[tankgirly]

XX55XX wrote...

You guys should post some of that stuff onto a blog and link to it on the fan fiction thread... just so that it remains accessible.

All the prompt theme and entries can be found here.
There is also a LJ avaliable.

I am actually thinking of putting Dr. Doctor's lovely dialogues in as well. It might take a bit of time, as we are at 550 and need to track down all of them.

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

Bismth wrote...

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...

*Snickers from beneath table* Yes, 'twas such a lovely conversation.

*Comes out with cookies* Now good evening!

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...

@Paladin

... I didn't help...?

:crying::crying:!

I feel worthless! *Dives under table, and slides a plate with cookies on it out from underneath. Begins to scribble madly in notebook.*

 

Okay, right - why is there a "table" in like, every single post you make? At least, every other post you make. I don't get it. For weeks I've been sitting reading a million variations of the stupid "table" thing... what is with the table thing? Can you just make a post without mentioning the frickin' table?

*Zips out from under table* NEVER! And don't call meh table stupid-- you're just jealous.

And the table thing came from... like hundreds of pages back (before table slam) when there was a evening where we were desperate for information. Someone said they were sitting on a table and twitching, and people began joining in. I decided to sit under the table and twitch by myself so I could have space. The table has now become a part of my posts.

Now, to bring Fenris into the disccussion:

Fenris: (Slams table) Dammit Aveline!

Aveline: (Stands up) Watch it, elf, or-!

Hawke: (Sticks head out from under table, looking like she just woke up) Whaz goin' on?

Fenris and Aveline: What the hell?!

Modifié par Madame Rose Crimsynn, 03 février 2011 - 12:14 .

[tankgirly]

KikixStar wrote...

Hey guys, I'm fairly new here. I was looking at this forum and noticed all the writings and fanart about Fenris (which are AWESOME btw) and decided I'd make a little contribution too. This is for that snow prompt.



‘She’s the only one who could
manage that.’ Fenris brooded as he walked up the stairs to a certain someone’s
room. ‘No one else did. Only her. Even I didn’t and I don’t even have
shoes!’ He finally reached his destination and opened the door to reveal a very
miserable looking Hawke.

She sniffled as she looked out the
winder with droopy eyes. He sat down beside her on the bed and offered her the
bowl of hot soup he had brought up with him. Instantly perking up, she gladly
accepted the bowl, grinning from ear to ear. Fenris smirked, amused that Hake,
though sick as a dog, still managed to be hear goofy self. And it was that
exact quality about the rogue that had gotten her into this mess.

He smiled to himself as he
remembered what had happened just yesterday.

 

“And just where are you going?”
Bethany asked her older sibling who had one hand on the door handle, ready to
leave.

The older Hawke turned around to
look at her sister and answered flatly, “Outside.”

“Why?” Bethany questioned.

“’Cause I want to go play in the
snow?” Hawke stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You can’t go out in the snow dressed like that!”
Merrill exclaimed regarding Hawke’s casual clothing instead of the usual fur
and armor garb she normally wore. She raised a brow in questioning, obviously
not getting the hint. Merrill sighed and answered with, “You’ll catch a cold!”

Hawke scoffed and waved
Merrill’s concern away and turned around, opened the door and walked outside,
shouting “I’ll be fine!” as the door closed behind her.

Fenris peered outside the window
to see the “famed champion of Kirkwall” flop down in the snow and spread her
arms and legs to make a snow angel. He sighed to himself, “She’s insane…”

And yet, not 15 minutes later,
he found himself outside along with the rest of the group in the middle of a
massive snowball fight – training! Yes, training!…Hawke started it. Speaking of
Hawke…where was she?

Fenris glanced over his should
to find Hawke turned around sculpting…something? The group apparently seemed to
notice as well as all of them had dropped their snowballs and walked over to
Hawke’s attempt of a sculpture.

“What is that?” Varric
questioned at the awkward tower of snow with a face made of broken sticks and
leaves sticking upward from its shoulders.

“It’s Fenris!” Hawke announced
happily, grinning widely. The group stared at her with a deadpan expression.
“What?” She questioned.

“It looks nothing like him.”
Varric stated. “I mean…it looks terrible! Like a pile of -” he was cut off by a
dagger whizzing past his head. He looked up to meet the terrifying glare of an
enraged Hawke. Immediately he shut his mouth, stating nothing more.

“…I think it’s cute.” Aveline
stated, splitting the tension between Hawke and the dwarf.

Hawke snapped around to look at Aveline. “Really!?”
she asked grinned at Aveline, who nodded in return smiling at the sculpture.

“I think it’s rather cute as well.” Merrill smiled
at Hawke, causing her grin to widen.

“At the very least, it’s quite
amusing.” Isabela smirked and Bethany nodded in agreement.

“I could make ones of you guys
if you’d like.” Hawke suggested, smiling.

“NO!” everyone said in unison.

Fenris though, remained silent,
continuing to stare at the snow sculpture of himself…or what was at least supposed
to be a sculture of himself. As he stood musing over the awful sculpture that
Hawke had created, a small smile managed to grace his features.

 

“Helloooooo? You in there Fenny?”

Fenris was snapped out of his
thoughts by a pale hand waving in front of his face. “Sorry.” He apologized,
look down into his lap.

“What were you smiling about?”
Hawke questioned, finishing her soup.

Fenris shook his head, “Nothing…How
is it that you were the only one who managed to get sick?”

“I think Bethany cast a spell on me
when I nailed her in the face with that snowball.” Hawke grinned. She then
shook her head returning to the initial conversation, “So why were you
smiling?”

Fenris shook his head and chuckled
lowly, “Your ‘sculpture’.”

Embarrassed, Hawke looked down into
her lap. “Oh…” She was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. “So…what did
you think of it?” she asked, daring to peek up at his face.

Her face was pulled upwards by
gentle hands and she felt soft lips touch her own for a split second. Shocked,
she looked into the moss green eyes of the elf who smirked and replied, “I
loved it.”

Filed<3

[tankgirly]

Navaura wrote...

Twilight Prompt

~~~
Fenris and Lady Hawke leaned against the cave entrance, studying the dimming of light of orange and pink on the horizon.  There was an ever-constant comfortable silence between them.  It was at an end of such an adventurous day that the two of them reveled in each other’s company.  There was a mutual understanding between them when they ventured off together, away from the rowdy and stir-crazy group.

They just sat or stood together, winding down and quietly meditating to themselves, occasionally peeking at each other out the corner of their eyes (which caused Lady Hawke to smile, but Fenris' mouth would twitch and turn back to focus on his meditation; never did he smile back).

This had been going on for several months; and it wasn't just out on the road; when conversing with the others in the tavern grew too loud and annoying, one of them would make their way outside in the courtyard and settle when not long after, the other would wordlessly join beside them.  They brushed off the other’s snide comments and teasing with a sigh and an amused smile.

(Varric:  Why so secretive of your nightly rendezvous with our fair leader? (Nudge)

Isabela:  Aw, I think Elfy is shy!  You know we have tried on many attempts to spy on your ‘activities’ but failed due to your inhuman hearing.  Why do you two tell us to leave if you have nothing to hide?

Fenris shook his head and smirked.)

Or...

(Varric:  You can’t tell me when you stalk away into the darkness after him that nothing goes on!  You’re gone for hours!

Isabela:  I’ve seen how protective he is of you in battle. (Wink)

Merrill:  He never leaves your side.  It’s so cute!

Lady Hawke snorted and smiled to herself; a hint of a blush spread across her cheeks.)

On this particular twilight descending, Lady Hawke had closed her eyes and steadied her breathing: focusing on meditating.  She was like that for a while until she wanted to peek at her companion, who was a shoulder’s width away from her.  To her surprise, Fenris was already looking at her, arms crossed, with an expression she couldn’t quite pinpoint.  Lady Hawke’s eye caught the attention of his growing smile, which was illuminated by the diminishing sunset.  Her eyebrows raised in slight surprise at the sight before her.

Lady Hawke:  My, my, Fen.  Is that a smile I see etched upon your face?  Or did that mace blow to the head earlier knock me into an alternate universe?

Fenris’ smile grew, chuckling softly as he shook his head and turned his attention to the horizon.

Fenris:  If that were the case, my Lady, then wouldn’t that pirate have gone the entire day without making a sexual innuendo?

Lady Hawke smirked and giggled at his sarcastic remark.  It was so unlike him to respond to anyone’s snarky comment with another.

Lady Hawke:  It’s good to see you letting your hair down every once in a while, Fen.

Fenris turned to look at her with a blank expression.

Fenris:  My hair is always down.

Lady Hawke:  No, I mean…

Fenris’ sudden smirk made her realize he was joking.  Lady Hawke sighed dramatically and grinned deviously.

Lady Hawke:   Twice in a row.  I am baffled, my dear Fen.

Fenris shook his head and looked back at the horizon.  Lady Hawke noticed that for the rest of their  'rendezvous’ that evening, Fenris never stopped smiling.  And once, just one, Lady Hawke thought she noticed him blushing when they caught each other’s not-so-hidden sneaky glances.
~~~

This is my first prompt.  If you read this and didn't gag, then I have succeeded.  

Filed. :wub::wub:

[Dr. Doctor]

tankgirly wrote...
I am actually thinking of putting Dr. Doctor's lovely dialogues in as well. It might take a bit of time, as we are at 550 and need to track down all of them.

All of the longer stuff that I've written is all here on my blog. Just click on my sig and there they are.

[tankgirly]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

tankgirly wrote...
I am actually thinking of putting Dr. Doctor's lovely dialogues in as well. It might take a bit of time, as we are at 550 and need to track down all of them.

All of the longer stuff that I've written is all here on my blog. Just click on my sig and there they are.

:wub:

Now where is the damn hugging emots!

[Ex-Paladin]

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
Now, to bring Fenris into the disccussion:

Fenris: (Slams table) Dammit Aveline!

Aveline: (Stands up) Watch it, elf, or-!

Hawke: (Sticks head out from under table, looking like she just woke up) Whaz goin' on?

Fenris and Aveline: What the hell?!

this had me laughing out loud!

[Minxie]

Ex-Paladin wrote...

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
Now, to bring Fenris into the disccussion:

Fenris: (Slams table) Dammit Aveline!

Aveline: (Stands up) Watch it, elf, or-!

Hawke: (Sticks head out from under table, looking like she just woke up) Whaz goin' on?

Fenris and Aveline: What the hell?!

this had me laughing out loud!

*is reminded by a certain scene in the movie 'Casanova', and therefore doesn't want to know what Hawke was doing under that table*

Modifié par Minxie18, 03 février 2011 - 01:22 .

[Most Definitely Sane]

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
Now, to bring Fenris into the disccussion:

Fenris: (Slams table) Dammit Aveline!

Aveline: (Stands up) Watch it, elf, or-!

Hawke: (Sticks head out from under table, looking like she just woke up) Whaz goin' on?

Fenris and Aveline: What the hell?!

If this happens in the game, I will love Bioware forever and name my child after Aveline.

Modifié par Most Definitely Sane, 03 février 2011 - 01:32 .

[Dr. Doctor]

Just thinking, perhaps if Hawke or another party member pushes Fenris' buttons just a little too much perhaps the stoic exterior will break a little.

(A blast of lightning from the Magister's apperentice sends Fenris flying backwards where he lands in front of Varric)

Varric: Come on elf, stand up! Its time to get back in the game!

Fenris: Its over dwarf, run while you still can.

Varric: Look buddy, I get how you're feeling right now, you just got the wind knocked out of you that's all. You'll be alright.

Fenris: You're damaging my calm dwarf.

Varric: Just listen to me, you've spent all your life pushing people away with that stoic, unapproachable attitude. But deep down your scared Fenris. You scared that if you showed us who you really are that we'd actually care about you.  Admitt it, you care about Hawke, and Isabela, and about everyone else.  You even care about me. Admitt it you feel all warm and mushy about me. So go ahead, admitt it, you love me Fenris.

Fenris (stands up and grabs Varric by the neck) I'll kill you!

Varric: Wait! Not me! (points at Magister's apprentice) Him!

(Fenris charges towards the Magisters apprentice in a bezerker rage)

Hawke: That was quite a pep talk Varric. (Winces as Fenris decapitates the apprentice)

Varric: Yeah, well it just occured to me that Fenris doesn't really have a calm center. Its more of an angry center.

Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 03 février 2011 - 01:58 .