Hey guys, I thought I'd post a little fanfic I wrote about Fenris...It's one of the first I've posted here, so please don't be too harsh
Here we go, I think I might call it..."Cake".
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His silken, white hair sat flat across his face as he lay on the hard, stone floor of the bedroom that Hawke had given him for the night. The moonlight’s thin beams that came through the open window scattered across his face, and were accompanied by a slight, crisp spring breeze. The night was silent and calm...Something that Fenris could hardly believe considering how frustrated and confused he was feeling, though his composed expression never would have showed it.
The mage. She told him that he meant nothing but a friend to her. But he had seen the looks that Anders gave Hawke, more often than not. But it wasn’t Anders’ looks that frustrated him. It was the fact that Hawke returned them. Her dazzling, blue eyes held a certain excitement in them that he’d never seen before. An excitement that she held in her heart. An excitement that he was sure she didn’t feel towards him.
He jumped up violently, and punched the thick, hard wall, and stood with his head to the floor. His arm jarred from his fingertips to his shoulder, but he didn’t care. There was no camparison to the pain that he felt somewhere deep inside him. It was the kind of pain that grips you with an iron fist and doesn’t let go. A pain the held firm on his heart.
A quiet knock startled him, and he turned slightly in the direction of the tall, wooden door.
“Fenris?” He knew Hawke’s voice anywhere. Her sweet Ferelden accent, always with a hint of cheek and sarcasm. But this time something was different.
The door opened a slight crack, and Hawke’s slender, beautiful face peered around the edge. She smiled at him, and walked into the small, yet cosy room. He noticed she was wearing an apron, covered in flour, and her short, black hair was pulled up in a tiny ponytail.
“...Hawke?” Fenris said with more than a hint of confusion to the elegant woman, as he examined her with a look of utter puzzlement. “What...are you doing?” She stood there and gave him one of her cheeky smiles.
“Come into the kitchen and see,” she beckoned to him, and he could do nothing but follow. He hated not knowing what was going on. And that’s exactly what was happening right now.
They entered the large kitchen, which the Hawke manor servants had vacated for their mistress, and Fenris looked over to a large bench to see Anders wearing a checkered apron, also covered in flour, pulling out a massive cake from the coal oven. There were at least several cakes of different colours, shapes and flavours all over the room.
“Anders has been teaching me to bake!” Hawke exclaimed happily. He looked over to their leader and friend. Her dazzling, blue eyes held a certain excitement in them that he’d seen many times before.
“Oh, Maker...”
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Hope you all like it! Please excuse any spelling mistakes, I only typed it out very quickly :innocent: