Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 14 2011, 05:35:21 UTC
"Are you strong enough to carry him, my angry, glowy friend?" Zevran startled Fenris with the question, looking up and over at him. "I seem to recall you using a very large sword as though it weighed nothing, when you accompanied the Champion. Marvelous to behold, of course, but we could really use that strength for something else, right now..."
"You're... taking me with you?" Fenris felt his brow furrow. Was he really getting another chance at freedom? Or was this some form of trap? It seemed a rather pointless one, if so... Danarius already knew he would run if given enough of a chance, else he wouldn't have had him locked up in the hold of the ship like the prized pet animal he was.
"Unless you would rather stay here, of course," Zevran cocked his head to one side, "we haven't much time to discuss it, you see, but you were locked in the cell as well, yes? I assumed it was... involuntary?"
"I..." it meant helping another mage, which was a rather bitter pill to swallow. But wasn't it still better than returning to slavery? And with freedom came the potential for revenge. "Yes," Fenris looked away for a moment, gathering his will, "I... can carry him."
"Good," Zevran remained close as Fenris activated his markings in order to have the needed strength. Even though he was acting friendly again, the look in those golden-brown eyes was sharp. This was not a man to mess with, and he clearly didn't mind that Fenris knew it.
He knelt down and scooped the mage up, although he couldn't help the twist of disgust in his gut as he did so. The qunari had a point, when it came to mages... the tainted everything they came in contact with. "--I will scout ahead and create a diversion," Zevran said, and moved out of the cell and toward the stairs, his wicked daggers visible in his hands.
"Do that," Fenris grit out, confusion and anger coursing through his veins all over again as he stood. Even with his strength, balancing was awkward. It would have been simpler to throw the mage over his shoulder, but with him coughing blood... the tevinter doubted such a move would have ended well for him, right there in front of the protective Zevran. "The sooner this is over with, the better."
The mage was heavier than Fenris had expected, but with the lyrium brands activated it was barely a hindrance in and of itself. It was largely the fact that the man was almost as tall as Fenris that made it difficult to walk easily, thanks to the legs draped over his arm. He found himself forced to side-step through the cell door, and the bars rattled when one of the stranger's boots caught on them.
If the stranger found it awkward to be carried around like a woman, he didn't show it. Barely even conscious at this point, he curled slightly against Fenris' breastplate and wheezed wetly against the smooth metal. At least he was cooperative, keeping his arms up on his own stomach and out of Fenris' way. Small blessing, but he would take it.
Fenris waited at the bottom of the stairs, listening for the promised diversion.
"Remarkable," his burden whispered raggedly, and the warrior glanced down to find that he was being stared at. The mage's eyes were wide and glazed, reflecting the light of Fenris' markings. There were losing focus again. "You're... just like a living, walking glyph..."
Re: Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 14 2011, 10:51:20 UTC
Anon who introduced you to that song is squealing quietly with glee. XD And is also earwormed now. I'll be humming it all day.
I've been looking forward to this piece of the universe for a while, since despite my love for m!Hawke/Fenris (and man, the idea of Hawke turning Fenris over HURTS SO MUCH) I've been dying to see how this threesome is going to work. I'm loving it so far and looking forward to more. ♥
Re: Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 15 2011, 05:41:54 UTC
Bwahaha, it's like revenge or something! Since I get it stuck in my head a lot now. :P
(For those curious, Anon suggested http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eW_zqMdpCn0 for Tannu's soundtrack, over on the sockpuppet journal. And now I've named a fill after it. XD BUT IT FITS SO WELL.)
Hawke in S&S-universe is a total jerkface. XD I'll have to name him or something so he can be easily differentiated from my nameless non-series Hawkes, lol.
Re: Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 17 2011, 17:50:51 UTC
Another long-time David Usher (and Moist) fan here too - when I saw the title, I thought, 'nah, can't be..'. Delighted to see that this was a nod to that great song! (Also will shamelessly take the chance to point people to a couple of his other solo songs - Souring, and the live version of St. Lawrence River.)
Re: Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 14 2011, 19:23:24 UTC
there is this resounding joy i have when i see a new tannu fill, and damn me, fenris, zevran and tannu, i might just self-combust. serious, untold delight at reading your work, please know that you are so incredibly talented and addictive. i simply cannot get enough of tannu.
((also, a quiet little thank you, i have been deliberating whether i can self prompt the next part of my series, and since you are so awesome, i hope you do not mind if i mimic you on that))
Re: Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 15 2011, 05:50:19 UTC
D'aww. <3
First time playing DA2, I knew I had to get Fenris alone in a room with Tannu. *grins* And I knew Tannu would probably run his mouth like a fool, thus putting them on a great foot to start off with, LOL.
And I'm totally thrilled when I get comments, so it's happy times all around!
(( Well, it's not like this was the first time anyone's done it or anything. By far. XD I think it's fine as long as we don't do it too often, yeah? Sometimes one needs to connect the prompt-dots together. ))
Re: Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 15 2011, 05:52:49 UTC
We'll see~ mwahaha...
Though it's not like Fenris is totally unreasonable when he's not actively flipping out. Poor guy just got sold out, so his mage-hate is particularly strong right now. XD
Re: Black Black Heart [3/?]
anonymous
October 15 2011, 14:45:16 UTC
You write Fenris so well (and of course, Tannu and Zev). I can't wait to see what happens, if Fenris will get to the point where he's willing to trust, even a little bit, again. And yes, the ex-slave brigade. That's brilliant.
Black Black Heart [4/?]
anonymous
October 17 2011, 22:13:59 UTC
His skin crawled, and his stomach roiled. Fenris felt his upper lip curl into a snarl, but his voice was deceptively calm to his own ears. "Be silent, mage, or I will kill you."
Said mage smiled, and something about it was so wrong that Fenris looked up the stairs instead of down at his temporary burden. There was something very troubling here, and it wasn't just the man's corrupted magical nature. Something was off about him.
"So much hidden... like... seeing a few letters out of each word of a book," the mage continued as though he hadn't even heard him, "these lines... they're... glyphic..." Fenris felt his jaw clench, hard. And still the mage spoke, sounding more and more incoherent by the moment, "The fish-bone line here... it... I know I've..."
Cool fingertips touched Fenris' throat. It was barely more than a delicate brush against the markings there, but it was enough to make him immediately drop the other man as though he'd been burned by the weight of him in his arms. The mage fell without so much as a yelp, hitting the floor with a dull, heavy thump, his head cracking back against the base of the stairs.
Silence. Stillness.
The stranger was still breathing, however badly... and Fenris stood over him, rage throbbing in his skull and fogging his vision. He could just kill him now. Just kill the bastard now, and make his escape when the assassin created his diversion... he flexed his glowing, armored fingers. They opened and closed, opened and closed, almost of their own volition.
It would be so easy, while the stranger wasn't even conscious. Just snap his neck. Just one good twist...
But no, he remembered Zevran's finesse during the encounter with his former associates; the quickness of that knife as it had flown into a Crow's head; the promise, just minutes ago, in those sharp eyes. He didn't need another pursuer out for his skin, surely. And definitely not one so competent. Not while he had zero allies of his own, and nowhere to go but to aimlessly run.
The mage stirred sluggishly on the floor, and Fenris knelt to scoop him back up again. At least as dazed as he was, he would be quiet now, even if his arms hung awkwardly down and his head lolled against Fenris' shoulder.
A deafening explosion on the deck above sent the boat swaying around them, roiling black smoke billowing over the light outside. That was clearly his cue, and Fenris charged up the stairs with the mage, neatly avoiding scrambling crew members and soldiers in the chaos. He could hear Varania, somewhere in the black smoke, shouting something he couldn't understand--
It took all his willpower not to drop the mage a second time, so as to find her and rip her throat out, but he knew how it would end for him. She had to be near Danarius, and while he would undoubtedly succeed in killing his traitorous sister...
No.
Someday, but not today.
He half ran, half leaped down the gangplank and charged back into the city, trusting that Zevran would find him shortly enough.
Re: Black Black Heart [4/?]
anonymous
October 17 2011, 22:48:01 UTC
Tannu. XD Time and place. ('Never and nowhere' is your best bet, really, but 'here and now' is definitely not wise.)
You know, once Tannu is recovered and hears about Hawke handing over an ex-slave to his blood-mage former master, I would not want to be in Hawke's shoes.
"You're... taking me with you?" Fenris felt his brow furrow. Was he really getting another chance at freedom? Or was this some form of trap? It seemed a rather pointless one, if so... Danarius already knew he would run if given enough of a chance, else he wouldn't have had him locked up in the hold of the ship like the prized pet animal he was.
"Unless you would rather stay here, of course," Zevran cocked his head to one side, "we haven't much time to discuss it, you see, but you were locked in the cell as well, yes? I assumed it was... involuntary?"
"I..." it meant helping another mage, which was a rather bitter pill to swallow. But wasn't it still better than returning to slavery? And with freedom came the potential for revenge. "Yes," Fenris looked away for a moment, gathering his will, "I... can carry him."
"Good," Zevran remained close as Fenris activated his markings in order to have the needed strength. Even though he was acting friendly again, the look in those golden-brown eyes was sharp. This was not a man to mess with, and he clearly didn't mind that Fenris knew it.
He knelt down and scooped the mage up, although he couldn't help the twist of disgust in his gut as he did so. The qunari had a point, when it came to mages... the tainted everything they came in contact with. "--I will scout ahead and create a diversion," Zevran said, and moved out of the cell and toward the stairs, his wicked daggers visible in his hands.
"Do that," Fenris grit out, confusion and anger coursing through his veins all over again as he stood. Even with his strength, balancing was awkward. It would have been simpler to throw the mage over his shoulder, but with him coughing blood... the tevinter doubted such a move would have ended well for him, right there in front of the protective Zevran. "The sooner this is over with, the better."
The mage was heavier than Fenris had expected, but with the lyrium brands activated it was barely a hindrance in and of itself. It was largely the fact that the man was almost as tall as Fenris that made it difficult to walk easily, thanks to the legs draped over his arm. He found himself forced to side-step through the cell door, and the bars rattled when one of the stranger's boots caught on them.
If the stranger found it awkward to be carried around like a woman, he didn't show it. Barely even conscious at this point, he curled slightly against Fenris' breastplate and wheezed wetly against the smooth metal. At least he was cooperative, keeping his arms up on his own stomach and out of Fenris' way. Small blessing, but he would take it.
Fenris waited at the bottom of the stairs, listening for the promised diversion.
"Remarkable," his burden whispered raggedly, and the warrior glanced down to find that he was being stared at. The mage's eyes were wide and glazed, reflecting the light of Fenris' markings. There were losing focus again. "You're... just like a living, walking glyph..."
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I've been looking forward to this piece of the universe for a while, since despite my love for m!Hawke/Fenris (and man, the idea of Hawke turning Fenris over HURTS SO MUCH) I've been dying to see how this threesome is going to work. I'm loving it so far and looking forward to more. ♥
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(For those curious, Anon suggested http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eW_zqMdpCn0 for Tannu's soundtrack, over on the sockpuppet journal. And now I've named a fill after it. XD BUT IT FITS SO WELL.)
Hawke in S&S-universe is a total jerkface. XD I'll have to name him or something so he can be easily differentiated from my nameless non-series Hawkes, lol.
Glad you're liking it so far, though! <33
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serious, untold delight at reading your work, please know that you are so incredibly talented and addictive. i simply cannot get enough of tannu.
((also, a quiet little thank you, i have been deliberating whether i can self prompt the next part of my series, and since you are so awesome, i hope you do not mind if i mimic you on that))
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First time playing DA2, I knew I had to get Fenris alone in a room with Tannu. *grins* And I knew Tannu would probably run his mouth like a fool, thus putting them on a great foot to start off with, LOL.
And I'm totally thrilled when I get comments, so it's happy times all around!
(( Well, it's not like this was the first time anyone's done it or anything. By far. XD I think it's fine as long as we don't do it too often, yeah? Sometimes one needs to connect the prompt-dots together. ))
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Though it's not like Fenris is totally unreasonable when he's not actively flipping out. Poor guy just got sold out, so his mage-hate is particularly strong right now. XD
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(Well, everyone but Tannu, who I've had kicking around in various forms for over a decade. Him, I don't worry about. XD)
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3 smoking hot elves in one fill? Hell Yeah!!
I shall now have to diligently stalk this prompt *adds to bookmarks*
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I like to call them the ex-slave brigade, because I am evil and it makes me lol. XD
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Said mage smiled, and something about it was so wrong that Fenris looked up the stairs instead of down at his temporary burden. There was something very troubling here, and it wasn't just the man's corrupted magical nature. Something was off about him.
"So much hidden... like... seeing a few letters out of each word of a book," the mage continued as though he hadn't even heard him, "these lines... they're... glyphic..." Fenris felt his jaw clench, hard. And still the mage spoke, sounding more and more incoherent by the moment, "The fish-bone line here... it... I know I've..."
Cool fingertips touched Fenris' throat. It was barely more than a delicate brush against the markings there, but it was enough to make him immediately drop the other man as though he'd been burned by the weight of him in his arms. The mage fell without so much as a yelp, hitting the floor with a dull, heavy thump, his head cracking back against the base of the stairs.
Silence. Stillness.
The stranger was still breathing, however badly... and Fenris stood over him, rage throbbing in his skull and fogging his vision. He could just kill him now. Just kill the bastard now, and make his escape when the assassin created his diversion... he flexed his glowing, armored fingers. They opened and closed, opened and closed, almost of their own volition.
It would be so easy, while the stranger wasn't even conscious. Just snap his neck. Just one good twist...
But no, he remembered Zevran's finesse during the encounter with his former associates; the quickness of that knife as it had flown into a Crow's head; the promise, just minutes ago, in those sharp eyes. He didn't need another pursuer out for his skin, surely. And definitely not one so competent. Not while he had zero allies of his own, and nowhere to go but to aimlessly run.
The mage stirred sluggishly on the floor, and Fenris knelt to scoop him back up again. At least as dazed as he was, he would be quiet now, even if his arms hung awkwardly down and his head lolled against Fenris' shoulder.
A deafening explosion on the deck above sent the boat swaying around them, roiling black smoke billowing over the light outside. That was clearly his cue, and Fenris charged up the stairs with the mage, neatly avoiding scrambling crew members and soldiers in the chaos. He could hear Varania, somewhere in the black smoke, shouting something he couldn't understand--
It took all his willpower not to drop the mage a second time, so as to find her and rip her throat out, but he knew how it would end for him. She had to be near Danarius, and while he would undoubtedly succeed in killing his traitorous sister...
No.
Someday, but not today.
He half ran, half leaped down the gangplank and charged back into the city, trusting that Zevran would find him shortly enough.
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You know, once Tannu is recovered and hears about Hawke handing over an ex-slave to his blood-mage former master, I would not want to be in Hawke's shoes.
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And lol, no kidding. I've got lots of antagonists for the DA2 arc of S&S! If I manage to make use of them.
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