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Recommended Listening: Outside Your Locked Heart – Wixel

things you said when I began to trust you

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Hawke hums as she pulls the
wine bottle from her lips, passing it back to Fenris. She was the only regular
visitor to his mansion. Tonight she had brought dinner, a medley of things
cooked by Leandra. Fenris brushes back his hair as he eases into the chair,
took a sip. “Your hair is getting long,” Hawke says from the bench, her elbow on
her knee, chin in her hands. Fenris takes a section of his bangs, holds it
before him.

“I suppose,” he says, setting
the wine bottle beside his chair.

“You should let me cut it,”
Hawke says as she leans back, stretches, her arms in the air, eyes squeezed
shut. She gives a contented sigh as she eases back into a relaxed position. “I
cut Carver’s hair all the time and he doesn’t look awful.” Fenris chuckles,
shakes his head.

“I am offering,” Hawke smiles. It’s not too long before she has Fenris
in a chair, in just his tunic, a towel around his neck. She sits on the table
behind him, bare feet on the edges of his chair, scissors in her hands. He
flinches at the first touch of her hand at his hair.

She doesn’t start cutting yet.
She simply eases him into the touch. She threads fingers through his hair,
light scratches against his scalp, until his shoulders relax. Only then does he
feel her gather a few locks, hear the scissors coming together. “Who are you
taking to the Deep Roads?” He asks, closing his eyes. The crackle of the fire,
the snip of the scissors. Hawke’s thoughtful hum.

“Carver would likely murder me
in my sleep if I don’t take him. Varric for sure. Anders for if things go bad,”
she says at last, brushing away loose pieces of hair from his neck.

“You should bring me,” Fenris
says.

“Oh?” She says, amusement clear
in her voice. “And why is that?”

“I owe you a debt. The Deep
Roads are dangerous,” he says. He hears her put the scissors down on the desk
beside her. His eyes open as her arms wrap around his neck, her face appearing
beside his as she hugs him.

“Why Fenris, you do care!” He
grunts, but says nothing, his cheeks coloring, and a hand on her arm. “You’ve
already paid that debt,” she says softly, “almost every day since. The Deep
Roads are going to be miserable. I’m sure you don’t want to be stuck down there
with me.” She leans back, releasing him from her embrace, moving back to her
task.

He’s been sleeping in his
armor. This is one of the few times he is out of it. The only time he is out of
it in front of another person. A mage, of all things. Hawke. A friend? Even he
isn’t sure. His ears twitch as hair falls free, tickles against his neck. He
has his back to her, a sharp thing in her hand. He should be… fire crackling,
snip of the scissors, and Hawke’s occasional hum of a long forgotten lullaby.
He closes his eyes once again. It’s safe, in a way he’s never felt before.

“You should take me,” he says
firmly. She laughs softly under her breath.

“Alright Fenris, I’ll think
about it.”