#m;fenris

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@gospelgraved ;; fenris sc

he considers speaking at all, but he pauses in his own steps to turn, just so, to utter a warning. “the way you are heading is dangerous for elves. i advise turning back.”

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@multisfantasias asked for fenris~

she makes him all kinds of uncomfortable. he cannot remember if his childhood was spent in slavery or not, but whether he grew up a slave or a delicately termed ‘city elf’ is hardly the point. the dalish differ from their counterparts in too many ways, and for all this social outcasting her clan has done -- an idea that, itself, is odd given fenris would think the dalish knew enough of outcasting themselves to know better than to ostracize one within the clan itself -- her plight is hardly enough to compare to his, or the rest of the elves in general. restoring the past of her people? and what portion, exactly, of elves did the dalish represent? “you must realize your endeavors are unwanted.” a statement, coming from her people, that spoke the truth. 

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@xcapableof

there’s something wrong with him. varric was the first to point it out, when fenris had returned from one of the operations cullen sent him on. a few venatori, some red lyrium, the former slave was all too happy to interrupt, but he feels wrong. the dwarf said that he was looking a little paler than usual, his words biting a bit deeper, his anger a bit sharper. maybe just because it had been a bit between kirkwall and skyhold, since fenris and varric had spent significant time around each other. but still, it’s enough for the elf to consider.

and there is something wrong with him. when he fights, a rage sings in him that wasn’t there before. the mere sight of magic has him on edge, and something bubbles beneath his skin and aches in his blood and he knows what it is, has a word for it, but rejects the idea so harshly that his markings glow. he is not vulnerable, and he is not a tool to something that does not even breathe. he will not be controlled by anything.

the training dummy is shattered beneath his sword. the inquisition soldier have given him a large berth, through fear of his anger or respect of hawke’s friend, he doesn’t know. he doesn’t care. he senses a presence and turns, whirling on the inquisitor, the blasted tevinter, and is words come out in more of a snarl than he intended. “you have nobles pouring in coin so that they may say they ‘helped the inquisition’ and yet your training dummies are of low quality. it is disappointing.”

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@samahll liked for a thing

“The Dalish are to lead us from the depths of this hell we’ve fallen into? The world has a dark sense of humor.”

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“I’m here- I’m here, now” (From Hawke to Fenris?)

He shouldn’t have gone off to meet his sister alone. It was a dumb idea, and Fenris knew he was walking into a trap, but he figured he could handle it, handle whatever Danarius threw it at him. He should have known that he was hoping for too much. Hope -- it had never been a factor in his life before. And that should have been a giveaway that he needed Hawke with him, that he needed backup. But he didn’t want to drag Hawke into this; it wasn’t the Champion’s problem. 

What was one modified elf warrior against a pack of mages? Even full of rage he was nothing against magic, and Danarius knew that, had used his fear of magic against him to take him down. And down he went, with his friends oblivious.

Disobedience. That what it was all about, and it would have been longer -- who knows how long, maybe until he was whipped back into mindlessly following orders. Until he acted on every beck and call, the slave he’d been before. It had been years since he’d been under Danarius’ demand, and Fenris would not obey again willingly, and it was likely the abuse would have continued until the Magister realized his pet was past brainwashing. Then -- well, the darkness would have been welcome.

But Hawke. Fenris should have seen it coming, the rescue, because the man was ridiculous. Righteous in his own ways, and the elf knew he’d hear about it, hear about going on his own later, but he’s exhausted when the Champion is helping him to his feet. Bruised, sore from the ‘lessons’, lyrium marking searing in agony from the sustained use they’ve undergone these last few days. But he stands -- and stumbles -- leaning on Hawke with gritted teeth, despising how weak he appears.

He won’t say anything now. Not because he’s tired, or because talking sounds like too much energy, but because sentiment is not his forte. He’ll thank Hawke when they’re both safe, when Fenris is less ready to collapse. He’ll thank him and wonder when he deserved such companionship.

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@kaleiidoscopehearts

“You rescued slaves?” He’d heard her talking about it, the supposed cargo on her ship that landed her in Kirkwall. Fenris didn’t completely understand, and he couldn’t say for certain if the captain’s mannerisms entirely meshed with his own. But if this rumor was true, the woman had standards she did not openly reveal. “That was noble of you.”

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@fatedtragedie liked for a starter with fenris & hawke

fenris crinkles his nose slightly as he returns his sword to its place on his back, armor once more covered in blood. not that he minds, entirely, that they’ve found themselves in yet another violent predicament, but at this point he wonders if there’s any point in washing the blood out. shaking a little off his hands he turns back to the other with a frown. “so much for negotiation.”

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@chaotiicgoods liked for a morning after --> fenris & isabela

fenris will admit, at least to himself and the woman in question, that it’s... nice, having someone on his level. someone fine with the lack of intimacy required for certain things, where one can find the other for a bit of fun, a bit of stress relief, and not care about any potential baggage or the threat of emotions peeking through. a round of drinking in the hanged man had the elf following the pirate to her room, and the lack of windows means it’s difficult to tell what time of day it even is but fenris has enough life experience to know the sun is rising. a hum as he looks around their mess to seek out his clothes. “for how little you wear, you certainly seem to leave a lot laying around.”