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The Reliquary Mage, part 11***Contains naughy language, some violence, and sexual themes***Aveline met them at the sewer entrance, "Hawke! Who are we going after today? Varric said something about Coterie." "That's right," the mage answered, smiling. "I hope they don't have any of the equipment that slipped through," the guard captain said in mock horror. Fenris and Varric smiled, but Hawke burst out laughing. "Sorry about that Aveline. I was kind of hoping when we took out that ambush it helped, but I'm guessing not?" "No, afraid not. Some of our guards have already noticed a difference. It just means we have to train harder!" "Thanks Aveline," Hawke said. Aveline was one of Fenris' favorite traveling companions; they didn't always see eye to eye, but he knew he could trust her. Having her along also meant Hawke was that much safer. He smiled at her for a mom
The Reliquary Mage, part 10***Contains naughty language, mild violence, and sexual themes***Fenris knew Hawke needed rest, but she made a beeline for Merrill's house. "After that I need a drink," Isabela said, making her goodbyes once they got to Lowtown. She headed to the Hanged Man without a backward glance. Sebastian stayed with them all the way to the alienage, saying goodbye on the steps by the ancient tree, "I will be at the Chantry if you need me, Hawke," then he kissed her hand and walked away. Hawke watched him thoughtfully until he rounded the corner and was gone from sight. Fenris wondered again what had passed between them, jealousy spiking in his chest. "Are you going to stay for this?" she asked him. "I will see it through to the end. For you." Hawke nodded and made her way to Merrill's door. She went in not, bothering to knock, and settled herself on the floor next to Anders. &
The Reliquary Mage, part 9***Contains naughty language, some violence, and sexual themes***A pure white glow enveloped Hawke as they got closer and Fenris noted she her steps became more certain. She cast again, forming a globe around herself; it would serve as protection from most attacks for the few seconds she would need if struck. She must be worried if she went to that length for protection. "Isabela, can you do a sweep for mundane traps? I will keep an eye out for anything arcane." Isabela nodded, moving forward carefully. "Step around this one," she said a few moments later, pointing at a patch of rough stone. It looked fine to Fenris, but better safe than sorry. Once in, Isabela disappeared into the darkness, questing ahead. Sebastian hung back a ways, ready to fire on anything that moved. Fenris paced just a step ahead of Hawke, sword drawn. He had failed her once; it would not happ
The Reliquary Mage, part 8***Contains naughty language, some violence, and sexual themes***A calm contentment washed over Fenris as he worked. It had been years since he took care of anyone but himself and he'd forgotten the satisfaction that came with it. Despite the pain and fear around him, or perhaps because of it, he felt serenity in doing some good. Once the wound was rinsed, the blood flow staunched, and stitches placed, Fenris looked up from his work. The only thing left were the bandages and he needed help with that. Isabela was watching him with a wistful expression; she knew as soon as he looked at her what came next. Fenris gently scooped Hawke up and held her under the arms. Sebastian, still praying, stood with her, eyes downcast. His anger toward the archer was gone; in a way he understood. The archer had nothing to offer but his prayers; like Fenris he focused on what he could do, excluding all els
The Reliquary Mage, part 7***Contains naighty language, some violence, and sexual themes***Belisarius stopped them just as they crested a rise. Below them, a camp spread out in front of a cavern entrance. They had wooden palisades up, and archers at the ready. It was obvious the Tevinters in the camp had spotted them. "This is it?" Hawke asked. The mage nodded in reply, "Shall I go down to meet them Mistress?" She looked at him appraisingly, "You want to end this without bloodshed?" Again he nodded. "If you betray me, I will personally remove your head from your shoulders. Are we clear?" "Yes, Mistress. I will fetch the reliquary and bring it to you here. As we discussed, correct?" Belisarius answered calmly. Hawke's threats usually had more effect than that; Fenris studied Hawke's expression. Was she serious? It could be a bluff. He too
The Reliquary Mage, part 6***Contains naughty language, some violence, and sexual themes***Belisarius wouldn't tell them precisely where they were going but he did tell them it was better than a day's walk into the Wounded Coast. The Tevinter was very quiet as he led them, staring down at his dusty boots. Fenris wondered what could be going through his mind; fear of repercussions for his treachery, plans for escape or reprisal against his captors? As if sensing Fenris' eyes on him, the mage looked up. He was anything but afraid. The flat stare he turned on the elf was calculating and thoughtful, not intimidated. He wished Belisarius would give him a reason to lash out, but all he did was look. After a few moments, he moved over to Hawke and tried to engage her in conversation. She wasn't repulsed by him; odd considering what Belisarius had done. It didn't take long for the bastard to pull her into a discussion on