‘Kissed’
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21.) Knuckles
They were at an event that forced them to be cordial with each other. Fenris wasn’t a fan of being of being around so many people but with Hawke it was at times needed. Still, he would behave and kissed Hawke’s hand before doing the same to Anders to show his respect.
Green eyes landed on the male as he entered the balcony. Fenris’ back was against the wall and the opened door shielded him from view. “You shouldn’t talk to yourself, mage.” He finally spoke but didn’t move. A leg was draped over the side and arms crossed over is chest. “Some may think you mad. Though you may be. So why did you come? To show off to the people of Kirkwall?” Perhaps he was a little bitter but such was life.
The warden squeaked in fright upon hearing Fenris speak. the male whirled around to see the elf he had been looking for. Swallowing hard he took a step towards him. “I came to find you, to see you. It is my personal reason for coming here. The reason that the public is aware of is that I came as a guest of the king. But personally I came for you. You probably hate me cause Weisshaup called me away. But I didn’t have a choice when the first warden summoned me. I came to tell you how I felt and to beg for your forgiveness.” And now he took a breath and bowed his head waiting for Fenris’ reply be fore he blurted out his next few words.
