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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:41 pm
 Fenris sat in his room in his mansion in Hightown, nursing a bottle of wine while staring into the flames. "Bloody mages," he said to the shadows. Anders and Bethany.. he'd gotten into an argument with Hawke about them yet again. There had been a fight.. with slavers or coterie or those bloody Dog Lords, he couldn't remember.. and he'd been wounded. Pretty badly, in fact. Anders hadn't been able to deal with the wound by himself, and had needed Bethany's help. But he'd refused to thank them, which had led to words being had with the defacto leader of the group.
He didn't owe anything to those blood mages, his wine-addled mind told him. It was to Hawke that his allegiance was owed, and thus his gratitude. Sure, Hawke trusted her own flesh and blood.. but Anders... there was a live wire if Fenris had ever seen one. He didn't trust him as far as he could throw him, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why Hawke did. Bethany stood outside of Anders' clinic, wondering if she should try to calm her fellow mage down. The two of them had pretty much brought Fenris back from the doorway to the Fade, and he'd gotten into a fight with them about it. Instead of being thankful he'd snapped at them, accused them of using magic on him without his permission. It had almost come to blows being traded before Hawke had stepped in. She'd told Fenris to stop being ungrateful and Anders to stop pushing Fenris's buttons, and both had left in a huff. She assumed Fenris had slunk back to his mansion to sulk. After all, Anders had slunk back to his clinic to fume. She peered around the door silently. If he was too mad she'd probably just leave without announcing her presence.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:23 pm
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The door to Fenris' mansion suddenly had a clash. It opened, and then slammed viciously back into it's frame. Hawke wasn't a happy Bunny. Readjusting her two-handed sword sheath seated on her back, she continued through the next doorframe, and into the main hall.
'' FENRIS ! GET YOUR GREASY BUTT, OUT HERE, NOW ! ''
She roared. It wasn't just because she was pissed, it was because he'd stormed off, before Hawke could even reason with him. Now, she was going to ' reason ' with him, whether he liked it or not.~~~~~  ~~~~~~~
Anders was pacing. Always pacing. He had no outlet for his anger, and was simply keeping it enclosed, deep inside of himself. Of course, ' Justice ', didn't like this. Not one bit. Whispering things into Anders' mind, just to make things worse. ' Why didn't you do anything ? ', ' Why didn't you FIGHT back ? ', ' He's always been against you, Anders. And If Hawke won't help, you have to. ', ' He even had a snap at Bethany, Anders..
'' ... No... Yes. Wait, no. I mean, he did... But... ''
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:38 pm
"I'm not in the mood, Hawke!" he yelled back, still sulking at the flames. He wasn't about to be yelled at in his own house. He'd stay up there and ignored her until she left. The alcohol in his system told him this was a wonderful idea. He tossed the near-empty bottle into the flames and reached for another. He missed, fell out of his chair with an audible "thud" and swore in Tevinter. "******** src="https://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/DioneNightly/Dragon Age/Bethany.png" class="user_img" alt="User Image" />
She bit her lip, concerned by his behavior. ".. Anders?" she asked, stepping through the door and standing in the small pool of light a lantern offered. ".. I .. I came to see if you were alright. You stormed off before.. and I was worried."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:46 pm
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'' I SAID, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR ! ''
Hawke yelled in reply, moving up to his bedroom's door and slamming her hand against it in a harsh manner. She wasn't going to leave until she'd talked to him, and hearing the thud and ' wording ' from Fenris isnide, it didn't help her temper at all. ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
'' I'm fine. '' He snapped.
Pursing his fingers deep into his temples to try and soothe his now aching head. Cracking his neck from one side to the other, to then realise what he'd just done. He turned to Bethany, with his deep blue eyes looking quite apologetic.
'' I'm sorry, i didn't mean too.... ''
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 4:55 pm
He groaned loudly, trying to get to his feet. His stomach rolled. "..Open it yourself.." he groaned, lying on the floor.
She walked over to him, looking nervous. ".. It's ok," she said softly. "Are you feeling alright? You don't look so well.. and you're so pale. You should sit down. Have you eaten anything tonight?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:25 am
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Trying the doorknob, she realised what she already knew; Locked. Growling, she shook her head and took a step back, before stumbling into the door with a large thud, and ramming it open. The lock was old anyway, and was rusting like no tomorrow. It would've broken, eventually.
Adjusting her sights, and smell, to the room around her, her nose suddenly crinkled in disagreement, and her gaze drifted toward the darkly skinned elf, laid upon the floor.
'' It smells like a brewery in here Fenris. And not a good one. What /ARE/ you doing ? '' ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
'' No... But, really. I'm fine... '' He snapped.
It was so blatantly obvious, it was sad. No matter how hard he tried to hide it away from Bethany, there was no doubt she'd see straight through him. He lowered his head in disapointment, and slowly placed a hand on Bethany's shoulder. To be honest, he was more worried about her. It wasn't just him that Fenris had a go at, it was Bethany too..
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 1:16 pm
What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, managing to get back into his chair. He grasped his head in his hands. "Maker..." he groaned, shoving the wine bottles away from him. ".. Perhaps this was a bad idea..."
She took him by the arm and walked him to one of his examing tables, and pushed him onto it until he was sitting. ".. You look like a wreck," she said. She didn't look so well herself, with a pale tinge to her skin and her hair damp and disheveled with sweat. "I'm going to make you something to eat, and if I have to stand here and watch you eat it, I will," she said in a soft, but firm, voice.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 1:32 pm
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''Fenris.... Why ? ... Why do you do these things... ''
Hawke sighed, moving over to the empty-bottle-filled table, and pushed aside some of the clanking glasses, so she could sit on it and face Fenris. The sword on her back was getting a little tiring. She was a rogue, after all. Why she was learning to use a two-handed sword, she didn't know. She just... Wanted to be more like Carver. She missed him, and she knew Bethany did too. ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
'' Heh.... Thanks.. '' He snapped.
Anders smiled, feeling himself down down onto the chair. Bethany was always so... Caring. She looked after everyone, even Isabella, at times. For some reason, he didn't feel so angry anymore. It was almost, as if Bethany's company comforted him so. No, it wasn't almost, it was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:21 pm
"Why did those mages have to go messing with me?" he asked. "I would have been fine, eventually. The lyrium helps me heal." He sighed. ".. I know one of them is your sister Hawke but... mages simply can't be trusted."
"You're welcome," she said, giving him a gentle smile. She moved to the fireplace and looked through his measly supply of rations. ".. Is this all you have?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:28 pm
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Growling, Hawke had had enough. She acted on instinct, more then the fact. She knew he was drunk, she could smell it in the air, and on his breath. Stepping up, she moved her hand to backhand it against Fenris' cheek, to slap him harshly across it.
'' Enough, Fenris! Maybe this'l help you get sober, damnit. '' ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
'' ... Yeah.... Sorry. ''
He said, rubbing the back of his head in an embarassed fashion. He didn't usually have people over for dinner, so, he only kept the things he needed for himself. Although, whatever he had, he'd gladly give to Bethany. He smiled at her, as she looked over his shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:35 pm
Fenris's head snapped to the side with the force of the impact, then he turned to her, face twisted with rage. "How... dare... you?" he asked, standing up fast and shoving her into the wall. "How DARE you raise your hand to me! I am no longer a slave, I will not tolerate this!"
".. That's it Anders," she said, adding what she could to a pot over the flames, hoping she could make a passable stew. "You're coming to the mansion for dinner as often as you can. I'll pay the local urchins to fetch you if you have patients. You can't live off of this."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:43 pm
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Hawke let out a loud ' UGH ' after being thrusted against the wall, Fenris' arm against her throat. She pursed her eyelids open and looked at Fenris, opening her mouth to yell at him further.
'' Then don't ! Come on, hit me ! Go on ! If you even have the guts ! You're not a slave, but your past clouds your future ! If you're so pissed with me, do it ! HIT ME ! '' ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
'' Bethany, please. I couldn't intrude. Especially on you, Hawke AND your mother. ''
He chuckled, being thankful for how gracious Bethany was. He was glad he had her atleast. But what she said wasn't true, he could live of it. Just, he wouldn't be as fat as the hightown nobles. Oh well.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:57 pm
He glared at her, his nostrils flared, and raised a hand. But he couldn't do it. After an extremely long and uncomfortable thirty seconds he dropped his hand. This was Hawke, who had saved him from the slavers, helped him whenever he asked... offered an ear when he needed to talk. He stepped back from her, all anger flooding from his features.
"You can because I say you can. Look at this.. the bread is stale, the meat is sub-par.. and these vegetables are wilted. Using magic is taxing on the body, you know that. If you don't feed yourself well enough, you'll burn out. Father used to say the only good thing about the Tower was the food."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:08 pm
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'' I see.... Finally come to your senses ? ''
She asked, feeling his grip on her neck loosen, and letting out a DEEP breath of air. She was quite relieved, actually. If Fenris' was to actually have hit her... Where would've it have gone from there ?
Seeing all his features lose their emotion, she stepped forward to counter him, and this time, slowly put a hand on his face. He was like an abandoned puppy. He didn't know waat to do, and occasionally, went chasing carts. Not sure that dogs chase Mages, however.. ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
'' Well, he was right about that. ''
Anders laughed. That WAS the only good thing about the Tower; the food. Hot stew every night, the occasional stolen mug of ale from the cellars. He remembered it so well. And, hey, maybe dinner at Bethany's place... Wouldn't be so bad. The more that he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:32 pm
".. I wasn't mad at /you/, Hawke. I was never mad at you," he said softly, his tone apologetic. ".. Its hard.. to accept magical aid when all you can remember is magic being forced on you. It's not a switch I can flip over night.."
"Besides," she said, spooning the stew into two bowls and coming to sit next to him. "Mother and Hawke can't complain. I do all the cooking, with a little help from Bohdan now and then." She handed him one of the bowls, which had a spoon sticking out of it.
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