fHawke/Athenril, 2119 words: "After an attack by the Coterie, Hawke and Athenril lay low." Modern Thedas AU, rated E.
An elf slipped from the darkness beneath a fire escape, a lithe woman with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She surveyed the scene with shrewd eyes, her gaze finally settling on Hawke.
“So,” the elven woman said. “It’s true. The Coterie’s out to get me.”
“Looks like,” Hawke replied with a shrug. “I wouldn’t take it personally, Athenril. They seem awfully intolerant.”
Athenril glanced at the unmoving man still curled among the rubbish. “You get the job done, don’t you, Hawke?”
“Historically speaking.”
“Good,” said Athenril. “That’s what I like to see.”