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Never Where You Expect, Hawke
Posted: May 23 2018, 07:11 AM
His stomach growled and that brought him to semi-consciousness. Groaning, he curled himself deeper beneath the old blanket and groggily cursed the draft seeping through the thin threading. Squinting from beneath the blanket, his unfocused vision let him see he’d woken in time for late afternoon.
Sluggishly, he rose from the straw bed and staggered along the stonewall to the bars. Struggling with some balance, Fenris sank against the wall, and hummed as he faced the sun, gathering the blanket back around him. Warmth radiated into his back and his bare feet thawed.
His cell was recessed into the wall and one of two in the mage’s laboratory. It was a busy but tidy room; full of liquids in odd shaped glassware and apparatus’ he didn't have the first clue as to their purpose. She kept herbs and shelves full of books and at least three personal notebooks. The large table was used for dissections or ingredient preparations. Fenris wasn't entirely sure what she was always doing with the occasional carcass or when she grabbed a pestle and mortar, but she did occasionally bring him out to prod him and make his tattoos burn hot enough to bring him briefly to full awareness. Last time she’d muttered something about not being able to activate the phasing. He had never even dreamed he would be an experiment again.
He blinked blearily as his head dipped forward, and he was awake again. He shifted to get more comfortable, and his foot scooted the plate of food left for him. Fenris wrinkled his nose, hating the small reminder that he was being kept like a wild animal. A wild wolf. He scoffed at his own thought.
His stomach growled again and he fixated on the plate. She didn't leave him poor food, but curse that woman. Fenris was sure she was drugging him somehow, because he slept for extended periods of time then what was normal. He didn't even remember when this plate was brought and there was no way he was naturally sleeping so deeply when she came and left so frequently. He even slept through when she spent hours in here. The heaviness made it hard to think, to activate the lyrium, to plan escape...
Fenris started as he had begun to drift, head bobbing. His tongue was annoyingly dry. There was water…
He jolted again, but this time because he heard the lock turning to the lab. The sun had shifted, now only basking half his body.
The mage woman walked through, red curls bouncing around her shoulders and chattering to someone behind her, obviously. She gestured toward the fireplace on the western wall, framed by the windows letting in the sunshine. “Have a seat. Oh, I’ll start the fire!”
How hospitable, he thought sourly as she conjured a fireball in her palm and cast it from across the room, and Fenris closed his eyes, nearly immediately drifting. This was none of his concern.
Shadows falling over his eyelids stirred him, and the woman was before him with a worried pinch in her brow. Fenris wrinkled his nose and turned his head away.
“Please eat. It’s much nicer if you do it freely,” she said, in Tevene.
“Freely,” he grumbled back at her, in her language. “She says, from outside the prison she put me in. You mock me.”
She sighed. “I’ll have something fresher brought.”
“Keep it. Or eat it yourself. You’ll waste it on me.”
Posted: May 29 2018, 09:09 AM
This was bloody stupid. Sparrow didn't know where in the Hell he was but it certainly wasn't home. He’d bitched about it for days to himself, getting nothing but a low chuckle that seemed to echo in his ears. It was disconcerting and sobering. Part of him had wanted to believe that it had been a dream, a nightmare, but the presence that seemed to be all around him, whispering into his ear, proved that it wasn't. Was this what Anders had gone through? Part of him understood the other mage now, but that didn't stop him from wanting to stab him in his stupid face.
Sparrow raised a hand to scratch at his stubbled chin--more of a beard now than stubble--and followed the strange, bubbly mage into her home. He'd quickly realized that she was Tevinter, and not at all worried about using her magic in public, and he’d taken a chance. She had seemed all too eager to help him with his little problem. Sparrow knew that he should probably been more hesitant, something this good couldn't possibly be true, but he was desperate and desperate men did stupid shit. Like follow a tevinter mage down into her chamber of toys.
The mage nodded his head absently as she instructed him to find a seat. Sitting would be nice. It felt as if he'd been on his feet for weeks, constantly on the move and dodging people he knew. Which was surprisingly easy to do since no one seemed to be around. Trying to communicate was a headache he didn't want to have. It was like talking to a child. Andraste's tits, he didn't know if he was cranky or if it was the demon’s influence. Probably both to be honest.
Sparrow wasn't even paying attention to the mage as she wandered around, too caught up in his own mental ranting to notice the other figure behind metal bars. It wasn't until he heard that voice that Everything suddenly snapped into reality. His breath caught in his throat and he was on his feet, the chair falling back with a clatter. It couldn't possibly be. Surely it was just his mind playing tricks, or that fucking demon trying to toy with him--she was desire after all--but as he came closer he felt as if he'd been sucker punched.
A breath left his lips harshly, and he gripped the metal bars of the cell hard enough that his knuckles became white. The metal itself groaned and bent slightly in his grasp, as the air itself began to bend with the force of his magic.
”Fenris, Sparrow breathed the elf's name. It was him, Maker, it was him! The mage's gaze snapped to the other mage, Aelia she had said her name was, and grit his teeth.
”Let. Him. Out.” It was hissed viciously between his teeth, and anger snapped in his dark eyes. The metal bent more as his magic intensified, gravity itself reacting to his will and twisting with his anger.
Posted: May 29 2018, 01:34 PM
The clattering behind Aelia made them both turn to the sound. When she moved back, the sunlight went into his eyes and he blinked rapidly. “Sounds like your guest might be breaking things.”
He sat still as the boots approached, and his ear twitched at the tempo at which they stepped. Then his eyes widened, because he could recognize that gait and shadow outline a mile away in moonlight.
“Hawke…?” Fenris didn’t quite trust his eyes. He’d slept too long, dreamed too much, experienced too many oddities in the last weeks. Abandoning blanket, he grasped the warm metal bars and hauled himself to his feet. He swayed, heavy in his bones and his vision darkening as he became light-headed. Stood up too quickly. Kicked the plate by accident. Vision slightly canted, Fenris wrapped a hand around Hawke’s, and then reached through the bars to touch his forearm. Real. Solid. Fenris pressed his forehead against the bars. “Hawke,” he said again, certain and a small smile on his lips.
“You… know each other? Is he yours?”
The air buzzed, and Fenris recognized magic immediately. He pulled his arm through the bars as he saw them begin to bend in front of his nose. To be safe, he stepped backward from the cell door and leaned against the cold stone for support.
“Let him out? Why? ” Fenris almost pitied the mage woman.
“Because otherwise he’s going to tear off the door himself.”
“There’s no need to harm my cells. Look,” she stepped forward, hand reaching toward Hawke as if to ease him. She had bravado, Fenris would give her that. “If he’s yours-”
“I’m no one’s.” Not in the way she meant.
“-we can work an understanding. He’s made several attempts to kill and escape. Can you risk that?”
Fenris rolled his head against the cell wall. “I think he can.”
“Shush. He talks a lot for a slave.” This directed at Hawke.
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