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Enthralled	By : celtwolf79 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She couldn’t help the shiver that coursed down the length of her spine. She was alone in the small house, trying to catch a quick nap, but she couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched. Myrdin snuffled softly at the side of her bed, lost in some mabari dream, so it wasn’t as if he was playing canine voyeur. Muttering a soft curse, she swung out of the bed, making sure she didn’t wake the dog. Pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail, she padded barefoot out to the main room and shoved her feet into her boots, buckling them tight up the sides. As she began to sheathe her collapsed staff, the floorboards creaked behind her and she whirled around, a spell on the tip of her tongue.
“By the Maker, you scared the hell out of me Gamlen!” she breathed, her hand pressed to her heart.
“Pay me no mind,” his look was sly as he studied her. She suppressed another shiver at how his eyes seemed to caress her form from head to toe, as if he were trying to picture what was under her clothing, but with the undertone of violence. Offering up a small smile, she darted out the door, her chest heaving, feeling as though she had just escaped some sort of doom. Hands caught her above the elbows as she fled blindly down the stairs, almost causing her to trip over one of the cracks in the stone.
“Let me go!” she cried out.
“Hey, sis, it’s me. What’s wrong?” Carver stared into her wide violet-blue orbs.
“I… oh Maker… I don’t know, Carver. Just… Gamlen was looking at me so oddly. It set off warning bells in my head,” she glanced fearfully back up at the door, afraid that she might find him peering out.
“Oddly how?”
“As if he were trying to undress me… but in a way that would cause pain…” her body shook like a leaf in a violent wind as he pulled her close.
“Shhh, I’m here now. I’m here,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her, her hands clutching at his back, her face burying itself into his chest. He pressed his lips to his hair, his hands rubbing soothing circles along her back. Gamlen stood silently within the shadows of the doorway, a smirk flitting over his lips as he watched his niece and nephew.
Siobhann’s breath shuddered out as she composed herself, giving Carver one last squeeze before stepping back.
“We should probably get going. I want to relax a bit before trouble finds us or we find it.”
“Talking about relaxing, is it true that you told Isabela and Varric that I’m like cotton candy to you? A sweet addiction?” he grinned down at her.
She snorted out a laugh as they walked arm in arm toward the Hanged Man.
“You’re just asking me that now? Maker, I said that weeks ago when we lost the bet.”
“So you did tell them that! I thought they were screwing with my head like always.”
“What can I say? I’m the lucky one who gets to see your sweet, melt-in-your-mouth squishy side.”
He stopped her just outside the door to the tavern, his eyes heated as he looked down at her. Lowering his head until his mouth rested on the shell of her ear, he tilted her chin up gently with two fingers.
“Be careful what you say, sis. You just put the image of me melting into your mouth in my head, and it’s a sweet one.”
She batted her eyes coyly up at him as she stepped back, then added an extra kick to the sway of her hips as she disappeared into the darkened tavern. Carver bit back a groan as he hurried after her.
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“Well if it isn’t the Messeres Hawke,” Varric intoned as the two of them plodded into his room, Siobhann making herself immediately at home by planting her butt into one of the comfortable high-backed chairs.
“I’ve got some information on your new digs up in Hightown,” he said as he leaned back in his chair.
“Oh? How’s the work coming along?” Siobhann asked, shifting so her feet were laying on the dwarf’s lap.
“They said it’ll be at least a month before it’s all finished. Guess the previous owners tore the place up.”
“Shit,” she whispered, her head thunking back against the chair at her dismay.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?”
“Uncle Gamlen’s been looking at her wrong. Scared her enough today she came flying out of the house like she had set her boots on fire,” Carver answered for her.
“How long has this been going on?” the edge in Varric’s voice was unmistakable.
“A few weeks now? Ever since… oh Maker. I think he knows, Carver…”
“If it gets bad enough, you have two options available to you, Kitten. You can either share my room since the others are full up, or you can let Bianca take a shot at him. She took a dislike to your uncle the moment she laid eyes on the man.”
“I might have to take you up on the first, but Bianca will have to wait for him to really step out of line before I’ll ask for her assistance.”
“Up to you, sweets.”
Siobhann rubbed her hands over her arms as she shivered. Both men exchanged glances over the table, their eyes then focusing on Hawke. Varric stood and rummaged through one of his chests, pulling out a soft, thick blanket, and placed it over her, tucking it around her to help her warm back up, even if it wasn’t a physical chill she was feeling.
“Thanks.”
“Not a problem.”
“Can I have a drink?”
“Sure, Kitten. Let me get Edwina.”
He shuffled out of the room, the silence immense as his footfalls faded. Carver slid out of his seat and made his way over to her, his gaze capturing hers as he tilted her face up to meet his.
“You actually think he knows?”
“He didn’t start acting strange until after that night. Today was just the worst out of them all. I couldn’t even take a nap because it felt like eyes were on me and now I wonder if it was him…”
“Andraste’s ass, why didn’t you say something?”
“What if it had all been my imagination? He’s no saint, but you know me well enough to know I don’t go throwing around unfounded accusations about people.”
“When have your gut instincts led you in the wrong direction?”
She sighed, nodding her head at his comment.
“You’re right, I should have trusted them. I guess since he’s the only blood I have left outside of you and Mama, I just didn’t want to believe it of him, y’know?”
“Well, on the bright side, Choir Boy blushes every time he lays eyes on you. I never knew a person without a speech impediment to stutter so horribly before.”
Siobhann laughed, the shadows of her earlier worries chased away by Carver’s good humor.
“M-Maker, I think I n-need to go p-pray. See you later H-Hawke! Andraste’s b-blessings upon you!” they heard Varric mimic from the doorway, three mugs of ale in hand.
“You really have that boy tied up in knots, Kitten. Keep it up and you’ll have him eating out of your hands and breaking his vows within a months’ time. Ten sovereigns says I’m right.”
“You’re on,” both of them said at the same time.
“Easiest twenty sovereigns I ever made,” he grinned as he set two of the mugs in front of her and Carver.
“Watch it, Varric, that’s what we all said in regards to Isabela’s bet and look at what happened,” Siobhann chuckled.
“Of which, I’m sure nothing would have happened if she hadn’t come up with the idea to begin with,” he grumbled.
“Damn, got a point.”
“You’re already working on trying to corrupt Mr. “I have Andraste on my crotch” so it’s not like I’m giving you ideas.”
Siobhann snorted the ale out of her nose and set the mug down, laughter and her cough warring with each other. Varric pounded on her back as she tried to regain her breath.
“At least I missed the blanket, but damn, Varric, couldn’t you have waited til I swallowed? I don’t like wasting ale, even if it is the swill they serve here!”
“So she swallows, eh?” he sent Carver a sly look.
“That’s something for me to know, and Bianca to keep you from finding out.”
“What’s this I’m hearing Bianca’s keeping him from again?” Anders slipped into the room, immediately crossing over to Siobhann to run his hand over her forehead, surprised at her curled up in a blanket with the heat outside.
“No fever, so what’s with the coverings?”
“To answer your questions - first, Bianca’s keeping him from finding out if I swallow. Second - had a scare and needed something to curl up with,” she answered, grinning at the look in the mage’s eyes at her first comment.
“To see if you… Varric!”
“Well she said that pup over there was sweet and sticky like cotton candy, so had to find out.”
“Wait… what? No… no I don’t think I want to know,” he looked at Siobhann, “You didn’t, did you? Don’t tell me I owe Isabella.”
“Better pay up, Blondie. Surprised you didn’t know since the rest of us tossed our coins at her a few weeks back,” Varric snickered.
“Been busy at the clinic, that’s why. Damn, thought I’d actually win one against her for once.”
“Yeah, well who wants to start up a bet as to when Gamlen finally gets the balls to do something about those looks he’s been giving me lately,” Siobhann sighed, picking at the blanket on her lap.
“I won’t let him touch you, sis,” Carver stated.
“Gamlen? Is he the source of the scare you had earlier?” Anders questioned, tipping her head up to look at him.
“He’s been looking at me wrong ever since… ever since what happened with Carver…” she shivered.
“There’s always a cot open for you at the clinic if you need to get away.”
Anders looked at the others, then back down at Siobhann.
“If it’s bad enough to scare her, then we don’t let her go into that house alone… ever. How long until the estate is ready?”
“A month, if we’re lucky. Varric said it sustained quite a bit of damage from the slavers that ‘you know who’ lost it to,” Carver grumbled.
“Varric, could I use your bed for a nap in a bit? I want to take Carver to the estate and look around. Maybe see what they could repair right away so we can get in sooner. Once that’s done, I need some sleep.”
“No problem, Kitten.”
She smiled and downed the rest of her ale. Upon standing, she folded up the blanket and set it on the trunk she had seen Varric remove it from.
“After my nap, we’ll see about collecting Choir Boy and playing bodyguard for his reunion with the Harimann’s. Sound good?”
“Hey, any chance I get to poke at someone wearing Andraste’s face where he’s got it planted is a good thing,” Anders grinned at her. Siobhann shook her head and laughed, resting her hand on Carver’s outstretched arm as they made their way toward the door.
“You two are incorrigible, I swear. We’ll be back in about an hour or so.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! No.. wait, you’ve already gone there, though I have to admit Carver’s a sight better looking than Bartrand any day.”
Her laughter rang out behind her as they left the tavern for the warmth of Hightown’s streets.
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“Well at least that’s taken care of.”
“Two weeks is a lot better than a month. I don’t mind having them work around us for the more cosmetic repairs, just as long as we can get in and get you out of Gamlen’s sight,” Carver agreed.
“Took longer than expected, unfortunately, so no nap for me before we get a hold of… wait… get your hands off of me!” Siobhann growled as arms grabbed her from behind. Her eyes widened as two men appeared behind Carver, one of them delivering a sharp blow to the back of his head. She screamed as she saw him crumple to the ground.
“Leave him here. It’s the girl we came for,” one of them said. She began her struggles in earnest, trying to get off a fireball, until both of her arms were wrenched behind her.
“Might want to knock her out before her screams bring the guard down on our heads.”
“Good idea.”
Her world went black as pain exploded along her temple.
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The room was dim, her vision fuzzy, as she came to. She tried to move her arms, only to find them tied to the chair she was on.
“What in the Maker’s name…”
“I was wondering when you’d come to. Damned mercenaries. I just told them to grab you, not knock you into the next age.”
“G-Gamlen?” she whispered, fear cramping her belly. She looked around the room, not recognizing the well appointed surroundings. The large bed in the center of the room caused a large greasy ball to form in the pit of her stomach.
“Where am I?” she asked carefully, every movement of her mouth shooting sharp pains through her skull.
“The Blooming Rose, m’dear. You’ll be getting quite accustomed to this place in the days and weeks to come, I’m sure,” he responded, slinking closer to her. She tried to hide in the back of the chair, her body screaming to get away from the approaching man.
“What is going on?”
“Well, my sweet niece, I know what you’ve been doing with Carver. I figured it’s my turn now.”
“That wasn’t supposed to happen!”
“That hasn’t stopped you from continuing to do it though.”
“Doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with you!” she spat out.
“Oh yes it does. You see, m’dear, if you don’t, the consequences won’t be pretty. I have some friends within the templar ranks and I’ll make sure they know there’s an apostate on the loose. Worse yet if they learn that she’s a blood mage,” he grinned down at her, his hands now gripping the arms of the chair, his thumbs stroking the skin of her hands. She tried to yank her hands away, but she was tied too securely to the chair.
“That’s a lie and you know it!”
“But they don’t, and with the Knight-Commander’s views on blood magic, do you think they’d care to test it? No, sweetie, you’d end up in their hands and tranquil the moment I contacted Ser Alrik. I’m sure you don’t want that to happen, so you’ll do what I say.”
She clenched her eyes tight, a tear trailing down her cheek. She’d heard of Alrik and his views on mages. It was Alrik who had made Anders’s friend Karl tranquil.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked hoarsely.
“Good girl. We’ll get started in a moment. Now just don’t think that screaming will do you any good. It’s why I brought you here - no one will think anything is amiss.”
He untied her arms from the chair, then yanked her up so she was pressed against him, her hands trapped between them. He slanted his mouth over hers, cursing when she bit his lip. He gripped her chin in one hand, smacking her across the face with the other.
“You don’t cooperate, I’ll have one of the girls send for Alrik!” he growled, then forced his lips on hers again. Closing her eyes, she complied, opening her mouth when he shoved his tongue against her lips. She stumbled backward when he pushed her away.
“That’s better. Now get undressed and get in the bed.”
With jerky movements, she quickly disrobed, wanting to get this over as soon as possible. When the last piece of clothing had been removed, she crawled on top of the bed.
“On your hands and knees, bitch!”
A tear trickled down her cheek as she rolled over, then shoved her head in a pillow and screamed as the first lash hit her back.
“This is what happens when you don’t listen, girl. This is what happens when you treat me like dirt under your shoe in my own house!”
She sobbed as pain lanced through her body, wondering if maybe being tranquil wouldn’t be so bad if it otherwise meant being away from this. She felt him lift her up and toss her on her back, and she cried out, bucking up against the agony of her raw back against the sheets. He took that moment to pry her legs open and shove himself inside. The moment he was fully hilted, he clawed at her breasts, squeezing them as he pumped inside her, the blood making it slick for him.
“You’re so tight sweetie. No wonder Carver enjoys it. Damn you feel good beneath me,” he panted.
She shut her eyes tight as he pummeled her, trying to claw her way into the Fade to get away from him. His hand across her face snapped her out of it.
“None of that. You’re going to look at me while I fuck you. I want you to see who’s taking you.”
His eyes bored into hers as he thrust into her, his hands moving down to dig into her waist as he lifted her against him. His breathing became more erratic, then he let out a hoarse shout as he emptied himself into her before collapsing on top of her prone body.
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Carver wobbled as he stood, the pain in his head immense. He scanned the area, his heart hammering, looking for any clue of his sister. The people wandering near the estate turned their faces from him.
“Get your drunk self away from here, lowlife,” one of them growled at him.
“I was attacked and not drunk, so keep your comments to yourself, you ass,” Carver shot back. He tried to take a step forward and the world spun. Strong hands gripped him firmly, but gently at his shoulders.
“Serrah Hawke, did I hear correctly that you were attacked?” the unmistakable accent of Sebastian’s voice came from behind him.
“Not sure how long I was out. Someone took Siobhann… they took Siobhann,” he winced as he spun around, the world tilting again.
“The Maker will watch out for her. Now let’s get you to a healer, Hawke.”
“Take me to the Hanged Man. We were to meet the others there after assessing the estate. She was… she was going to take a nap but it took us too long here, so we were just going to collect the others then come for you.”
“Then let’s go. The more people we have looking for her, the better.”
The trip was slow, with Carver needing to stop every so often as waves of dizziness overcame him. As they stepped into the dark and cool interior of the tavern, Isabela rushed over to them.
“What happened? Where’s your sister?”
“Get me upstairs, will you? Sebastian, go back to the keep and see if you can get Aveline, please?”
Sebastian nodded and slipped back out of the tavern as Isabela helped Carver up to Varric’s room. Carver slid into one of the chairs and rested his forehead on the table, Anders and Varric quickly at his side.
“Where’s Kitten?”
“I don’t know. We were coming out of the house, just talking, when she was grabbed from behind. Before I could do anything, someone hit me on the back of my head and everything just went black. I don’t know how long I was out.”
“Shit, we were starting to wonder what had happened. You’ve been gone three hours, kid,” Varric sighed.
Anders probed the back of Carver’s head gently, eliciting a hiss from the young man when he found the large knot. Gathering his energy, he soothed the area as he healed it.
“Think Gamlen might be behind this?”
“Where would he get the coin to hire those thugs? Siobhann doesn’t keep it at the house, and with all the time he spends gambling and whoring, it’s not like he’s got anything saved.”
“A favor owed by Meeran maybe?” Anders’ voice was soft.
“They didn’t look like Red Iron, though anything is possible… Damnit! I need to go and see if he’s at the house,” Carver jumped up and rushed out of the tavern.
“Someone needs to stay here in case she shows up. Not that I wouldn’t love to go hunt with Bianca, my room would be the first place she’d come to. Why don’t you two grab Merrill and Fenris and see if you can find our Kitten?”
Anders and Isabela nodded, the group somber as they set about their business.
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“Now remember, not a word, niece,” Gamlen stated, rolling over onto his side and propping his head in his hand as he watched Siobhann dress. His eyes trailed over her curves as she covered them quickly.
Tears trailed down her bruised face as she covered herself as fast as she could. She kept her back to him, not wanting to see the look in his eyes or the smirk on his face.
“As if they won’t be asking questions, between the blow your hired thugs gave me, or the ones you gave me when I wasn’t doing exactly as you wished. Not to mention, I already told the others how you were making me nervous with the looks you were giving me, so they’ll figure something is up.” She winced as her hair was grabbed from behind, gagging as he pressed his nude body against her, her head yanked back so he could look at her face.
“You even breathe a word that it was me, Alrik will be hunting the streets for a blood mage known by the name Siobhann Hawke. Now get dressed and remember you’re to be back here in two day’s time, or it’s the Gallows for you.”
The moment his hand loosened, she jerked her hair out of his grasp, leaving a few strands behind as she grabbed up her staff, then twirled to look at him, her eyes blazing dangerously.
“I’ll find some way to get out of this trap you’ve laid for me, uncle, and the moment I do, you’ll be nothing more than a pile of ash,” she retorted before striding out of the room, the door slamming behind her. The moment she was far enough away from the brothel to feel even a whisper of safety, she slid down against one of the walls and let the tears fall.
“Siobhann?”
“Just go away, Sebastian. I can’t help you tonight,” her voice was strained.
“What’s wrong… oh holy Maker!” he exclaimed as he got a good look at her face in the moonlight.
“Please, please, leave me alone.”
Paying no attention to her request, he knelt before her and pulled her to him, gathering her up into his arms. The way she fell apart, the tears that fell from her eyes, the way she curled up into a small ball against him, concerned him greatly. He could barely tell that this was the woman who flirted with him until his ears turned red, or made him have such strong urges that were forbidden as a Chantry sworn brother.
“Let’s get you back to the tavern, Hawke. Everyone’s worried about you.”
She just nodded her head and buried her face against his armor. He held her trembling body tight against his as he began the long trek to the Hanged Man. Her sobs had finally abated by the time they reached the establishment, though she was curled up as tight as ever as he carried her in. Anders and Carver were the only ones who had returned from their search, the others still out looking.
“Maker’s breath! What happened to her?” Varric reached out to touch her leg, causing her to flinch away.
“I don’t know. She won’t tell me.”
“Put me down. Please, put me down,” she whispered.
“I’m going to have to ask everyone to leave the room. I need to check her for any other injuries she might have received,” Anders voice was stern yet gentle. The others complied, though Carver had to be pushed out of the room before the door was shut behind him. Siobhann kept her back to him, her arms folded over her chest as she stared sightlessly at the wall in front of her. Anders rested his hands on her shoulders, gentling his touch as she let out a pained whimper.
“Where are you hurt?” he asked softly.
“Everywhere…”
“I need to see so I can do my job.”
She stiffened, then nodded, taking a step away from him to stiffly remove her clothing. Anders frowned at the bruising he witnessed, most of it in the shape of fingerprints. The lash marks on her back were enough that he had to concentrate to keep Justice from breaking out.
“Who did this? What happened?” he growled, his voice ringing with some of Justice’s authoritative tone.
“I… I can’t tell you. Maker I wish I could…” her voice caught.
“We can’t help you unless you tell us,” his voice was as gentle as his hands as he worked to heal her back, before turning her around, his gasp loud enough to echo around the room at the bruising on her chest and in between her thighs, as well as the full view of the handprints on her face and neck.
“The punishment is bad enough I don’t want to risk it, Anders.”
Her eyes were pleading as she looked at him, and the moment the last bruise was removed, he pulled her in close, burying his face in her neck.
“We can’t lose you, Siobhann. Please, let us help.”
She gently removed herself from his embrace and pulled her clothes back on. She stared over his shoulder as the tremors began anew.
“If I say anything, you’ll lose me anyway. I’d… I’d end up like Karl.”
“No… no! We’ll find some way around that!”
“Until I know I’m safe from that threat, I can’t say anything. I want to, but I can’t.”
A harsh knocking interrupted them, then Varric peered through the crack in the door.
“Can we come back in?”
“We’re finished in here.”
The group tumbled over each other, now including the others who had since returned, in their haste to check on Siobhann. She backed up a few paces and put her hands up as they crowded around her. She looked down at Varric as he came up beside her.
“Can I stay here tonight? I need to sleep and I don’t feel like going anywhere.”
“Anything, Kitten, you just have to ask. My bed is yours as long as you need it.”
Carver walked up to her and, ignoring the way she backed up, picked her up in his arms, holding her tight.
“Who?” he whispered.
She stayed silent, looking over his shoulders at the others gathered.
“Before you start asking questions, just know I can’t answer them… not yet. If… If I tell, and it gets out that I told, then I will be branded a blood mage and made tranquil. Please, don’t push me to answer.”
“But you’re not a blood mage!” Fenris stated.
“I know, but do you think the templars would listen if that accusation were made?”
“Damnit,” growled Carver.
“Please let me down. I just want to sleep…”
Sebastian approached her, his blue eyes filled with worry as he looked at the once vibrant woman in front of him.
“I can wait to visit the Harimann estate until you’re ready, Hawke. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”
“Thank you, Sebastian. I appreciate it,” her smile was tremulous as she looked at him. She turned from the others and walked over to the separate room that housed Varric’s bed, stopping only to tug off her boots before curling up on it.
“I think you all should leave. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on Kitten. I won’t let anything happen to her while she’s here.”
When the room was empty, he approached the bed and pulled the covers over her.
“Stay with me?” her voice sounded impossibly small.
“Are you sure?”
“I need something, someone, to hold onto that I can trust. I… I can’t do this with Carver, not anymore.”
Nodding, Varric stepped away to turn off the gas lamps throughout the rest of the room, leaving it in darkness. As he returned to the bedroom, he stripped down to his shorts, blowing out the candle before slipping under the sheets. He shivered at the coldness of her skin as she curled up against him.
“I wish you could tell us, Kitten.”
“P-Promise you won’t say a word, that you won’t retaliate either? I don’t want the templars after me…”
“You have my word. I won’t say anything or go after the son of a bitch who did this. Not until we know you’re safe from any threat.”
“Gamlen…”
“Oh, Kitten…”
He held her as she cried herself to sleep on his chest, his own eyes becoming wet. He pulled the covers more securely over the two of them before allowing himself to follow her in sleep.
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