✪ ( fenris/hawke because lord knows hawke needs it, and also because FUCK YOU )
✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.
❝ You’re my new favorite. Don’t tell Varric, but you’re my favorite now. Ohhh, fuck, that’s nice... ❞
Mariam groans low, almost a rumble, the tension slowly leaving her shoulders, letting her head fall back slightly and closing her eyes. Who would’ve thought Fenris, grumpy, angry, mage-hating, rip-your-heart-out elven hotshot Fenris would actually know how give a pretty decent massage?
❝ You know, you’re pretty good with your hands now that I think about. If everything fails you could always make a living off of being a masseur. ❞ She opens her eyes and cocks her head to turn a shit eating grin at the elf, going as far as winking at him too for good measure. ❝ Ow- ! Ow, ouch, I’m kidding, I’m kidding! ❞
She makes a show to try and hold back a chuckle, which failed spectacularly, but otherwise behaved herself for the next few minutes. She found herself relaxing, if not completely ( she probably never would, with the way life always managed to fuck them over ) very much more so than she had in years, probably. When he slows down almost to a stop, barely squeezing her shoulder, she figures he’s done.
❝ Thanks for this, Fenris. Maker knows I needed this. ❞
She moves slowly, lifting her hand to her shoulder and giving the man time to retract or stop her if he so wished, before placing it atop his and giving it a quick but firm squeeze. Then she gets up from the chair and stretches her back, bending almost like a cat, before turning towards the elf.
❝ Now, if you’ll let me abuse your generosity a bit longer-- would you read to me? ❞ There’s a glint in her eyes that’s equal parts affection and mischief. ❝ We’re almost at the best part. ❞












