♚ - For a short drabble about a dream my character has about yours.
Fenris laid in Hawke's arms, or rather, she laid in his. The two were in his mansion, basking in the afterglow of their activities. She was nestled closely to him, with both of his arms wrapped around her. Nothing could feel better then this. He closed his eyes to let sleep take him.
It was then he heard it. The laughter. And the warmth was gone from his side. He looked to find nothing. He tried to call out to her. To find her, but no sound came out of his mouth. He moved to spring from the bed only to find himself chained to it.
"My little wolf. Well done. You brought me a new toy~"
The elf's eyes widened at and snapped to the source of the voice. There was Danaius, sitting in his favorite chair. Hawke was on his lap wearing nothing but a collar and a chain that lead from it to the man's hand.
"She is mine now, Little wolf. And I will breed the life out of her. And then I will kill her before you. You will never see her again!" And with the laughter Danarius pulled the chain. Hawke was brutally killed before his eyes. He screamed.
The elf sprang up in a sitting position on his bed, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. He wiped a hand over his face and looked next to him. Polara laid there, blissfully asleep. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before he slid from the sheets and went into this wash room He needed to cool himself off, as the dream was going to haunt him for the rest of the night.