Mornings (Dragon Age 2)
Mornings
Sunrises don't have to be a terrible thing anymore... (M!Hawke/Fenris Ficlet)
Fandom: Dragon Age (II)
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Orana; M!Hawke/Fenris
Warnings: Spoiler Alert for Act II
Other Notes: Based off my first playthrough of DA II, when I had my mage!MHawke, Keegan, friendshipmance Fenris (there is an in-character reason why I had friendship instead of rivalry). Not that anyone cares or that it's even apropos to the ficlet, but Keegan's the more reserved, booky type and was that kid who wandered Lothering's outskirts picking all the flowers and mushrooms he could. Yay for roleplaying!
It’s a quiet morning in the Hawke estate. The master's loyal servant, Orana, opens the burgundy curtains in the main hall, letting light pour into the empty room. The dust caught in the air glows in the early morning sun as she goes about her chores for the day. Bodahn and Sandal have left to run errands, leaving the house all the more quiet. Ebon, the master’s loyal mabari, lies quietly on the carpet on the first floor, having been kicked out of bed the night before.
The bedroom door opens, much to Orana’s surprise. Keegan Hawke emerges, his auburn hair already pulled back in a loose knot at the nape of his neck. Orana watches him intently as he wanders downstairs, kneeling in front of Ebon as he ruffles his ears. The blonde elf cannot help but smile as she watches the two of them. Her master may have harsh words towards the mabari at times, but the child-like glee in his eyes as he teases him betrays his stoic demeanor.
As silently as he entered, Keegan paces to one of the open windows, looking outside at the view of Hightown. Orana has found that he’s done this every day since his mother died years ago, after stumbling in early morning, unkempt and distressed from a night wasted searching for her. Now he just stands at the window every day and...stares. At what Orana doesn’t know, nor does she feel is it her place to ask.
Keegan is oblivious to the man leaving his bedroom. Soon enough, he feels a head on the back of his shoulder and arms wrapped gingerly around him. Keegan lets himself relax when he recognizes the branded hands at his waist, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. He’s delicate as he holds onto the other man’s hands--he doesn’t want to hurt him again.
“Fenris...” Keegan trails off.
“Good morning,” the elf murmurs back, relishing Hawke’s thumbs tracing around the lines on his skin.
That’s all they need to say to one another. They have their differences--ask Keegan and he would have never said years ago that he would fall in love with someone so vehemently against apostates--but Fenris has Keegan’s approval, and Keegan has the elf’s trust. It’s been a long three years, but after recent reconciliation, this is all they want, all they need, in a world as tumultuous as the boundaries of Kirkwall.
For the first time in years, Keegan Hawke finally has something else to associate with sunrises.
Sunrises don't have to be a terrible thing anymore... (M!Hawke/Fenris Ficlet)
Fandom: Dragon Age (II)
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Orana; M!Hawke/Fenris
Warnings: Spoiler Alert for Act II
Other Notes: Based off my first playthrough of DA II, when I had my mage!MHawke, Keegan, friendshipmance Fenris (there is an in-character reason why I had friendship instead of rivalry). Not that anyone cares or that it's even apropos to the ficlet, but Keegan's the more reserved, booky type and was that kid who wandered Lothering's outskirts picking all the flowers and mushrooms he could. Yay for roleplaying!
It’s a quiet morning in the Hawke estate. The master's loyal servant, Orana, opens the burgundy curtains in the main hall, letting light pour into the empty room. The dust caught in the air glows in the early morning sun as she goes about her chores for the day. Bodahn and Sandal have left to run errands, leaving the house all the more quiet. Ebon, the master’s loyal mabari, lies quietly on the carpet on the first floor, having been kicked out of bed the night before.
The bedroom door opens, much to Orana’s surprise. Keegan Hawke emerges, his auburn hair already pulled back in a loose knot at the nape of his neck. Orana watches him intently as he wanders downstairs, kneeling in front of Ebon as he ruffles his ears. The blonde elf cannot help but smile as she watches the two of them. Her master may have harsh words towards the mabari at times, but the child-like glee in his eyes as he teases him betrays his stoic demeanor.
As silently as he entered, Keegan paces to one of the open windows, looking outside at the view of Hightown. Orana has found that he’s done this every day since his mother died years ago, after stumbling in early morning, unkempt and distressed from a night wasted searching for her. Now he just stands at the window every day and...stares. At what Orana doesn’t know, nor does she feel is it her place to ask.
Keegan is oblivious to the man leaving his bedroom. Soon enough, he feels a head on the back of his shoulder and arms wrapped gingerly around him. Keegan lets himself relax when he recognizes the branded hands at his waist, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. He’s delicate as he holds onto the other man’s hands--he doesn’t want to hurt him again.
“Fenris...” Keegan trails off.
“Good morning,” the elf murmurs back, relishing Hawke’s thumbs tracing around the lines on his skin.
That’s all they need to say to one another. They have their differences--ask Keegan and he would have never said years ago that he would fall in love with someone so vehemently against apostates--but Fenris has Keegan’s approval, and Keegan has the elf’s trust. It’s been a long three years, but after recent reconciliation, this is all they want, all they need, in a world as tumultuous as the boundaries of Kirkwall.
For the first time in years, Keegan Hawke finally has something else to associate with sunrises.