[Drabble] Here
Title: Here
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Dragon Age
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: m!Hawke/Fenris
Word Count: 378
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Fenris is unsure of why Hawke and he is currently residing at Skyhold.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Author's Notes: Been sitting as an open document for the last three days, decided I should finish it and be done with it. I didn't really comb through it for mistakes like usual. So if any are seen, just let me know.
Prompt: a_writing_muse : #3 - Attire ( Table 10-C)
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“That attire does not suit you Hawke.”
Garrett gave a snort and tugged on the material of the vest, before shaking his head at his reflection staring back at him quizzically. “I will never understand Orlesian fashion.”
“Not nearly as outrageous as Tevinter fashion,” Fenris hummed under his breath, taking a swallow of the honeyed wine he had acquired from Cabot's latest shipment to Skyhold. The elf mercenary set aside his goblet, his gaze falling heavily on Hawke as he pushed from his spot, where he had been leaning against the wall near the opened window.
“How much longer are you going to indulge Cassandra?” Fenris' question was clipped and sharp, making the mage meet his gaze in the mirror.
Garrett's brows furrowed before he slipped out of he vest, letting it drop to the floor, “It's not Cassandra that I'm humoring.”
“Varric, then?”
“No.”
“Why are we here?”
Hawke heaved a deep breath, his shoulders slumping with the weight of question as he turned from the mirror and crossed the room to the bed, where he gathered his tunic and slipped it on over his head quickly. “Corypheus needs to be brought to an end, Fenris.”
“That is not your job.”
“If you hadn't forgotten, lots of things were never my job. That didn't stop Kirkwall's citizens from claiming me their Champion nor setting me up as the Viscount.” Hawke grabbed the bottle of wine and took a swig from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he met his partner's narrowed gaze. “You should know the feeling of unfinished business.”
Fenris' back stiffened at the glare he was shot as he watched Hawke head for the door. The mage gave a last look tossed over his shoulder, “I'm heading to the War Room to speak with Cullen.”
“Hawke,” Fenris spoke, only to be cut off by Garrett.
“Corypheus is my business, my father's business,” Hawke paused, before resting his hand on the door frame, “I didn't ask Varric to send for you if I didn't want you by my side in this.” He met the elf's gaze one last time, “Just trust me on this.”
Silence was the unspoken answer as Hawke opened the door and exited the room, leaving Fenris alone.
Cross Posted to: a_writing_muse
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Dragon Age
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: m!Hawke/Fenris
Word Count: 378
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Fenris is unsure of why Hawke and he is currently residing at Skyhold.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age nor the characters, just borrowing them from BioWare for a little while.
Author's Notes: Been sitting as an open document for the last three days, decided I should finish it and be done with it. I didn't really comb through it for mistakes like usual. So if any are seen, just let me know.
Prompt: a_writing_muse : #3 - Attire ( Table 10-C)
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“That attire does not suit you Hawke.”
Garrett gave a snort and tugged on the material of the vest, before shaking his head at his reflection staring back at him quizzically. “I will never understand Orlesian fashion.”
“Not nearly as outrageous as Tevinter fashion,” Fenris hummed under his breath, taking a swallow of the honeyed wine he had acquired from Cabot's latest shipment to Skyhold. The elf mercenary set aside his goblet, his gaze falling heavily on Hawke as he pushed from his spot, where he had been leaning against the wall near the opened window.
“How much longer are you going to indulge Cassandra?” Fenris' question was clipped and sharp, making the mage meet his gaze in the mirror.
Garrett's brows furrowed before he slipped out of he vest, letting it drop to the floor, “It's not Cassandra that I'm humoring.”
“Varric, then?”
“No.”
“Why are we here?”
Hawke heaved a deep breath, his shoulders slumping with the weight of question as he turned from the mirror and crossed the room to the bed, where he gathered his tunic and slipped it on over his head quickly. “Corypheus needs to be brought to an end, Fenris.”
“That is not your job.”
“If you hadn't forgotten, lots of things were never my job. That didn't stop Kirkwall's citizens from claiming me their Champion nor setting me up as the Viscount.” Hawke grabbed the bottle of wine and took a swig from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he met his partner's narrowed gaze. “You should know the feeling of unfinished business.”
Fenris' back stiffened at the glare he was shot as he watched Hawke head for the door. The mage gave a last look tossed over his shoulder, “I'm heading to the War Room to speak with Cullen.”
“Hawke,” Fenris spoke, only to be cut off by Garrett.
“Corypheus is my business, my father's business,” Hawke paused, before resting his hand on the door frame, “I didn't ask Varric to send for you if I didn't want you by my side in this.” He met the elf's gaze one last time, “Just trust me on this.”
Silence was the unspoken answer as Hawke opened the door and exited the room, leaving Fenris alone.
Cross Posted to: a_writing_muse