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 He’d been on the run from very dangerous, very persistent people. He’d told Sebastian that much, which was more than he’d wanted to share already. What he hadn’t mentioned was that he’d wound up in Rivain, in Llomerryn, on the shore, with salt in his hair and lungs and sand crusted against his face.

 

He hadn’t mentioned that he’d almost died, and that he’d been saved by a stroke of good luck, and a girl with pretty golden eyes.

 

Isabela.

 

Her name was a sigh, still, in the back of his mind, or his heart, hidden secret behind his ribs. Fenris wanted to say it aloud, to tell Sebastian that the woman with the crooked smile and the callused palms and the gentle heart had been better to him than he had ever been to himself; but he couldn’t quite form the name on his tongue. Part of that was because he didn’t want Sebastian to become jealous of a memory; part of it was because he wanted to keep her name his secret. His memories with her belonged only to the two of them – he wasn’t sure if he had a right to involve someone else.

 

No, that was cowardly. Isabela was no secret for his heart to keep, and Sebastian would never be jealous of someone who had been so good to him.

 

Still, Fenris went through his story carefully.

 

 

           Resistance had been expected, but nothing could have prepared Nathaniel for what awaited them once they left the port at Cumberland and pressed north towards the Tevinter Imperium.

 

          Their journey, at first, was quiet enough. Fifty or so odd men and women marching through the woodlands with only their footfalls and the clink of their armor making any sound. Suspiciously quiet, Nathaniel had thought, and Bethany had echoed his concern, falling in step beside him with her eyes darting between the trees. “There’s been reports of maleficarum in these parts,” she said, hushed, as though to speak above a whisper was to invite danger. “We should keep our guard up.”

 

          “Look behind me, little girl. We’ve a small army. I did not bring these men for their charm and good looks.”

 

          Bethany smiled. It was small and tired, and it reminded him that she had gotten as little sleep as he had. She was a courageous girl, and a stubborn one, and he could admire those traits. Still, she prattled on about danger as though Nathaniel were truly so dim as to believe they would reach Weisshaupt without incident. He fully expected an attack, but when it came, he was surprised by it. He hadn’t expected such heavy resistance, or such powerful magic, and when they were finally done and the mages that had ambushed them lay dead or dying, nearly half of his force was decimated.

 

          “We should have brought more mages,” Bethany said.

 

          Her pointing out of the obvious did little to improve Nathaniel’s mood.

( Now you run... )

Title: Play Me Something
Word Count: 2052
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Fandom: Dragon Age II
Pairing: Fenris/Bethany
Disclaimer: Dragon Age II (c) Bioware & EA

Written for dreadwulf on tumblr.
And for myself. :3

The earth that is the space between
I’d banish it from under me
To get to you

“One Sweet Love” - Sara Bareilles


Her hand was soft on his wound, caressing over his torn flesh, more of a balm than her magic. Fenris looked up and into her eyes, and it was over for him. He thought, If I could die now, with your face the last face I would ever see, I would die a happy man. After such a thought, how could he pretend that her touch didn’t set him on fire and her eyes didn’t melt his heart? Fenris swallowed around his pride and whispered, “Thank you.”

Bethany smiled, letting her thumb brush against his closed wound. “It’s no trouble, Fenris,” she said, “Please try to be more careful.”

( Try not to forget about me... )