Day 3 @fenhawke-week
Fenris Night Terrors
Rating: M
Pairing: Fenris/F Hawke
TW: Ptsd, nightmares, blood
I had told Hawke, adamantly, I wouldn’t be comfortable with journeying to the Fade. Yet she wanted to help that young naïve dreamer, Feyn-something. When he was one of the more dangerous mages--- dreamers could execute and prey on anyone in the slumbering world. Most cannot resist the Fade’s varying temptations, I scoffed. She should have called the blood-witch Merrill instead of me. Right now the petite elf was jealous- arguing with the keeper in dalish. Justice/Anders would join Hawke for this.
Hawke told me, “It’s your choice Fenris. I don’t mind if you sit this one out.” Her eyes glinted with fierce determination. I opened my mouth to persuade her to reconsider, but recalled how much grief she had, of her deceased brother who was this boy’s age.
The keeper woman was tracing runes on the floor, Abomination and Hawke sat inside the big circle. She handed them each a bowl and said, “Once you drink this, your body remains here but your spirit and mind will be over there. Be cautious with anything you see and hear. But this one (she glanced at Anders) with Justice will be fine, follow his lead.” They both lay down and fell into a trance. Merrill crossed her arms, frowning and stalked out past me. I was too worried to sit down. The woman stared expectantly at me.
I snapped, “What? I don’t desire to leap into that danger!” But I made sure to keep my voice down, didn’t want the spell to be disrupted. “Will—will they really be safe? Especially Marian.” I clenched my fists, my head was light.
Keeper had a serene wise tone of voice. “The Justice knows his way inside and who not to trust. It isn’t possible to predict if any entity can be entirely safe. And I can feel you have a Strong spirit, warrior.” I blinked in surprise at her frank comment, not a flatter. And she did not call me da’len, a term most older Dalish would use for a young one.
I sighed and sat beside the glowing pink runes of Anders and Marian. With the sip of the most gruesome bitter concoction, I blacked out and the next, I was sitting up in a hazy green world.
Running footsteps. “Fen, you came after all! Why?” She shouted excitedly.
I smiled and accepted her hug, and looking down at my arms, I was in my wraith blue form. The apostate’s aura was outlined with blue fire, his face had cracks of mana leaking through. “Because I—was worried.” I faced her.
“Ah it is good to be back here!” He boomed in that superior voice. I growled for him to hurry and lead us to where the boy was. The way he strided confidently in front with his staff, he said, “Come, I sense his mind is straining,” Venhedis, I could already tell this was not going to be pleasant.
There was a thick white mist, and suddenly a demon was talking in my head. I tried to resist, block it out, but the strong voice was incessant- I can help you, Fenris. With unimaginable power over those who left their marks on your mind and body, you can challenge them, not let them chain you. Don’t you want to truly be free? My head pounded… how can this be, we are in the Fade! It’s not real, I tried to say it, to force the conviction verbally, but I felt sluggish and my mouth did not obey. I cracked open my eyes, shaking off the discomfort but could not see Hawke or Justice. Instead there was a blurry scene of the dreamer-boy, in the centre of a circle of elves. Could not hear what they were saying, then illusion dispersed and I saw the keeper-mimic growing to its full imposing height—its long curved goat horns, staring at us with its multiple insect eyes. Pride demon, my heart pounded!
With a whoosh most of the white mist cleared, revealing my companions Hawke crossing her swords defensively and Justice glowering, brandishing his lit staff.
