When I found the new prompts, I happen to be listening to...Taylor Swift.

Smile
Fenris was not in love with Hawke.
He had proof.
Hold on, baby you're losing it
Hawke confused him. On a daily basis. In fact, she seemed to make a habit (or maybe a hobby) our of it. She had such a strict code of morals, so different from any he had encountered before. She once told him she understood that good was better then evil, but she didn't strive to be some sort of paladin because she knew that. She explained to him that she just followed her instinct.
Human instinct, he had long since learned, was a faulty, flawed and often selfish thing. But Hawke seemed to do all the right things (in his opinion, at least). She basically saved kittens out of trees, picked daisies to give to her enemies and comforted crying children. She often went broke, giving out ever copper she could. And yet she said she wasn't a good person.
Hawke confused him so much.
The water's high, you're jumping in to it
He hadn't meant to interrupt her. He had heard crying, and he wanted to find the source. He had simply meant to discover just who was making the racket that interrupted his meditations (and most likely slug them for doing so).
And letting go; and no one knows
Hawke always had a smile on her face, he had noticed.
Another thing that confused him. And annoyed him.
That you cry, but you don't tell anyone
She was just so damn perfect. And he hated it. But he couldn't hate her.
He hated how modest she was, how angelic, how innocent, how kind...
He hated everything about her. But not her. Never her. He didn't hate her at all.
Quite the opposite, actually.
That you might not be the golden one
"Hawke?"
The woman turned around quickly, and blinked at him.
"O-oh, Fenris." she hurriedly wiped her eyes.
It struck him how sad, how...vunerable, she looked right now. It made him want to hug her and hand her a cookie.
Maker save him, this woman was going to be the death of him.
Of course, the moment her wards were down only lasted a heartbeat, and the walls were back up once again, their reinstation signaled by the damn smile.
That damn smile that was always on his mind.
He wasn't really making a convincing case, was he?
And you're tied together with a smile...
"Was th-there something you n-needed?" she asked cheerfully. Maker how he hated how cheerful she sounded.
It wasn't. Natural.
"I heard crying." Fenris answered slowly, not letting his moss-green gaze leave her face. "And it was you, wasn't it?"
"What? No no no." she objected hurriedly. She wasn't making a convinving case either, to be honest. "We've known each other long enough for you to know I don't cry, Fenris!" She smiled wider. And dammit, he was tempted, so very tempted, to return that smile. It was down-right infectious!
"Don't lie to me, Hawke." he said (Maker only knows how he kept his face straight). "We've known each other long enough for you to know that you can't lie to me."
Oh how he reveled in using her words against her.
Her smiled faded into nothingness. And he felt horrible, knowing he was the reason.
Damn her.
...but you're coming undone.
Boom, baby.

Modifié par Deliciously-Demonic, 27 février 2011 - 03:14 .