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Touch of Lyrium

“So... fancy seeing you here,” Jordan said as she stared at Fenris, confused but trying not to show it. Seeing him sent mixed emotions through her. She fought the urge to either run up and hug him or punch him in the face. She wasn't sure which would give her the most joy.
“Hawke.” Fenris stood from where he was seated. He didn't look much different, his face the mask that only seemed to allow angry emotions to show. “You're home. I was about ready to leave.”
“Yeah... which brings us to the question of why you're here.”
“I was waiting for you. Why else would I be here in your house?”
“There's other more likely places I'd be,” said Jordan. “How long have you been waiting here?”
“For most part of the day. I saw your mother leave to visit your uncle. I also saw as Bodahn, his son, and a very familiar looking elven girl leave for the market.” His eyes grew hard as he glared at her. “Care to explain why you have a slave living with you now?”
Jordan matched his glare. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Don't lie to me, Hawke! She was the very same slave girl we saw in the caverns.”
“I'm not lying to you,” Jordan said, getting closer to her. “Orana is not a slave. She's my servant now. I couldn't just send her off into the world with nothing! She would have been eaten alive out there, and you know it! With me, not only will she be paid, but she'll also have a roof over her head, food in her belly, and no worries about how she's going to survive the next day. Or would you rather I toss her out on the streets and hope she becomes as cold and heartless as you?”
Fenris backed off a little and looked away. “No, I do not wish that. And if you say she's a servant now, then I believe you. Just make sure you treat her right.”
“Do you really think I wouldn't?”
Fenris looked back at her, his eyes telling her he knew there was nothing for him to be worried about.
“What happened, Fenris?” Jordan finally asked. “Where did you go?”
“I had to... get away, for awhile,” he sighed. “I walked the Wounded Coast, thinking.”
“About what?”
“Everything! There I was, thinking I was finally free from Danarius and all his evil, only to be attacked and threatened by the second mage I hated most in the world. When I was still a slave, Hadriana was a torment. She would ridicule me, deny my meals, hound my sleep. Because of her status, I was powerless to respond and she knew it. The thought of her slipping out of my grasp... I couldn't let her go. I wanted to, but I couldn't.” Fenris clenched his hands and stared at them. “I came here because I wanted to apologize to you alone. That's why I didn't go to the Hanged Man, because I knew the others wouldn't have given us peace. You didn't deserve my anger, yet I pushed it on you. I'm sorry, and I hope you can forgive me.” He let down his hands and sighed, staring off at the wall.
“It's all right, Fenris,” Jordan chuckled. “That's what I'm here for. People tend to take their frustration out on me all the time!”
“Yes, they do, don't they?” Fenris finally looked back at her. “You are generous, Hawke.”
“Have to be, right?” Jordan shrugged. “But I wish you hadn't run off like you did. I searched for you in your mansion and almost all over Kirkwall, but I couldn't find you. I was worried.”
“Why were you worried about me?” Fenris asked, looking confused.
“Sure we don't see eye to eye on most things, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you, Fenris. You're a friend, and I care about all my friends.”
“I'm... sorry,” Fenris hesitated. “But I've never really had what I could call a friend. Are you sure that's what you want to call me? You are a mage-lover, while I despise them. That is something we will never be able to agree on.”
“True, but that doesn't mean we still can't respect each other for our beliefs. I understand why you hate mages, just as I hope you understand why I believe they deserve to be free and have rights.”
“Would you even include my former master and his pet pupil in that?” Fenris said, narrowing his eyes.
Jordan stood her ground. “This is what I mean. Your hate for mages is stemmed in the past. Your need for revenge is consuming you. You need to let it go!”
“And what would you have me do?” Fenris growled. “Hadriana came after me! Which means Danarius might soon follow! I have never had the option to simply walk away. Am I supposed to forgive, no matter how many times they hunt me down? Am I supposed to forget all the things they've done to me?” He got close to her, his eyes burning with the same hatred Jordan had seen in them countless times before.
“Are you not hearing yourself?” Jordan said, stepping up to him and not backing down. “This hatred is eating you up inside! If you're wondering why you can't move on, this is it!”
“You think I don't know that?” Fenris glowered, his eyes becoming darker. “Of course that's it! It's a sickness, this hate. This dark growth inside me that I can't ever get rid of, and they put it there!” He sighed and backed off to cool himself down. Jordan noticed his markings had even started to flare.
“Let it go, Fenris,” she said. “Stop living in the past and look to the future. Yes, Danarius might come back, but that doesn't mean you can't move on from this. And when he does come back, you know I'll be here to help you because that's what I'm here for.”
Fenris's eyes had softened, but only slightly. “It's not that simple. I can't just let something go that's been eating at me for as long as I can remember in a single afternoon. I...” he sighed again. “I need to go. This is not why I came here.” He went around her, heading for the door.
“Fenris, wait!” Jordan said as she went to grab him. “You shouldn't leave like this!” Her hand gripped his arm, making the markings upon his flesh glow. Fenris was suddenly on her, slamming her back against the wall. One of his clawed hands pinched her upper arm tightly, while the other held the collar of her jerkin. He was staring at her with piercing, furious eyes, ones that told her he would have attacked if he hadn't stopped himself.
Jordan matched his gaze, not wanting to yield to Fenris's threats. She wasn't going to let him take over or intimidate her. She could feel her heart beating hard against her chest, the blood rushing through her veins as she stared into those bright green eyes. Eyes that started to lighten and lose their ferociousness. Eyes that soon became captivating, drawing Jordan in.
She wasn't sure who did it first. Whether she leaned in or if it was Fenris, but they quickly found their mouths locked on to others. Fenris pushed Jordan more into the wall, the back of her head striking the stone as he forcefully pushed his tongue past her teeth, pressing his lips on hers. His claws squeezed her tightly, the fabric of her shirt and jerkin even beginning to rip under the sharp points of his fingers.
Jordan wasn't going to let him completely take over. She fought back, biting his lip hard, then grabbing his upper arms and switching their positions. She flung him against the wall just as he had done to her. She pushed him hard against it with all her weight, hiking up one of her legs and hooking it to his hip. Her mouth left his and cascaded down his neck, finding exposed flesh. Jordan began to imbibe herself, suckling and kissing the heated skin. She found the markings just below Fenris's ear and started tracing them with her tongue. They pulsed from her touch, causing Fenris to growl and sink his claws more into her arm. Jordan found herself being tossed from the wall and propelled into the living room. Her own hold on Fenris didn't loosen, and they tumbled together, crashing into a table. A pile of unopened letters that Bodahn had no doubt left out for Jordan to go through later fell and scattered across the floor. A potted plant crashed to the ground, dirt and stale water soaking and staining the letters and carpet.
Jordan quickly found herself bent backwards over the table, Fenris falling on her, his teeth digging into the flesh of her jawline. His left hand, pinning down her right. A moan escaped her when his right hand grabbed a breast and painfully pinched. Jordan took her free hand and grasped a fistful of hair and pulled as hard as she could. Fenris shook his head and bite her lower lip, drawing blood. His right hand then took a firm hold of her jerkin and pulled, ripping it and the undershirt to shreds. Jordan screamed, then kicked at his abdomen, flinging him off her. Fenris held his stomach for a brief second, but recovered and attacked her again. Jordan barely had time to get off the table before she and Fenris collided. They went spinning, a futile attempt for one to take control of the other.
They reached the stairs, Jordan falling upon them with Fenris on top of her. His clawed gauntlets ripped and teared at her clothing, most of it in strips, including her breastband. Several times they would nip her skin, drawing blood and leaving marks. Jordan worked hard to get Fenris's own, tougher armor off. The buckles not wanting to cooperate with her fumbling fingers. When she finally freed his breastplate, she marveled for only a second at the intricate design of the white markings on Fenris's formed chest. They were beautifully traced swirls that glowed and pulsed, beckoning her. Jordan obliged, digging her own nails into his skin, and biting hard on a nipple that had a swirling mark surrounding it.
Fenris groaned from her assault. Taking his own mouth from her neck, he then grasped it with his still gauntlet-clad hand. Jordan choked as she struggled to free herself from his claws, but she could not pry them apart. Fenris dragged her up the rest of the stairs, then tossed her to the side. Jordan tumbled, but quickly sprang back up. She crouched and glared at him, like a wild cat ready to spring at her prey. Fenris's own eyes matched hers. He removed his gauntlets and prepared himself for Jordan's attack.
Jordan bolted upright, springing herself right at him. Fenris caught her and forced her backwards. They slammed into the door of her bedroom, forcing it open. Fenris continued to push her, crashing her back into the bedpost before throwing her on the bed. Jordan fought all she could, but her strength was no match for his. When she landed on the bed, she tried to stand, but was pushed back down when Fenris crawled on top of her with a hot kiss. Before she knew it, he was inside her, his hips slamming against her own. Jordan moaned from their contact, the feel of his member rubbing against her walls sent fire through her veins. Heat poured all over her body. The only thing she could do was hold on to his shoulders as his beat went faster and faster.
Jordan's mind couldn't keep up with her body. She screamed when her first orgasm raced up her spine. She tried to move, but couldn't because of Fenris's persistent thrusting. She gripped tightly to his shoulders, digging into his flesh, but still he did not stop. Jordan moved her hands down to the pulsing markings on his skin and clawed at them, but that also did not slow him down. A second orgasm sprinted through her body, causing her to arch her back and tremble. When she was in control of herself again, Jordan then looked up into Fenris's eyes and became frightened. She didn't see anything in them, no light, no dark. Just an emptiness that was as if he was staring off at something she couldn't see. Jordan didn't know what was wrong with him, but she knew she had to do something. Either stop him or at least slow him down.
Taking her hands again, she ran them down his back and clenched tight to his ass, squeezing as hard as she could. It seemed to work as he started to slow down his thrusts, but his eyes were still lost in the emptiness. Releasing his backside, Jordan took her hands and placed them on either side of his face. She forced Fenris to look at her, to fix his eyes into hers. She then kissed him deeply, lacing her tongue across his lips and pulling him down to her. Immediately Fenris began to slow even more, soon only driving himself inside her at a more sensual pace. He also began to kiss with her, softly pressing his lips to hers. A final orgasm fired across Jordan's nerves, sending heat and passion throughout her entire body. Fenris released, groaning in Jordan's neck as his hips finally came to a halt.
Together they stayed in that position for some time, panting hard as their sweat-sleeked bodies quivered from the intense mania they both had suffered from. Jordan had her eyes closed as the fire in her slowly washed away. When she opened them, she noticed Fenris staring down at her, a new look in his eyes. One she wasn't exactly sure she understood.
***
“Well that was... um...” Jordan couldn't quite find the right words to say. She sat up in her bed, staring at Fenris who had stood and was now staring at her fireplace. She was unable to read him with his back to her, and the look she had seen in his eyes only moments ago still puzzled her.
Fenris stayed where he was, saying nothing and not turning to look at her.
“So it was that bad, huh?” said Jordan.
“Huh?” Fenris finally took his gaze from the fire to look at her. No longer was what she saw before in his eyes. “I'm... I'm sorry,” he said. “It's not... it was fine.”
“Oh. So it was just... fine.” Jordan felt a little hurt.
Fenris shook his head. “No. That is insufficient. It was better than anything I could have dreamed.”
“Well, that was pretty crazy,” Jordan smirked. “But I can think of a few crazier ones.”
Sighing, Fenris dropped his head and started looking back to the fire. “You wouldn't understand,” he said softly.
Jordan saw he was being serious. “Were you in pain?” she asked, flinging her legs over the side of the bed. “I'm sorry if I hurt you too much by touching your markings.”
“I think I should be the one saying sorry for hurting you,” Fenris said as she stared back at Jordan. Jordan looked down at herself and saw the claw marks, as well as a few bite marks on her chest.
“I've suffered worse in battle.”
“True, but you hurting me is not it either.”
“Then can you please tell me?” Jordan went to get off the bed but stopped herself when she noticed something on Fenris she hadn't earlier. Around the top portion of his right arm was the red clothe she had used in the Deep Roads to cover his gash. He still had it, even long after the gash had healed. Jordan stared at it, wondering why Fenris still had it wrapped around him arm, no doubt concealed under his armor. At the moment he was stroking it absently with his other hand.
Fenris stared at her, his eyes appearing sad and dreary. “I began to remember.”
“What do you mean?” Jordan asked, becoming curious.
“My past,” he said, looking down at his hands. “My life before. It was just flashes... but it was still too much. It was too fast. This is too fast. I can't... do this.” He moved away from the bed and beginning picking up his armor that had been thrown on the floor in Jordan's bedroom.
“Wait, Fenris.” Jordan jumped off her bed and quickly put on a robe. “You can't leave, not now! What did you see? Please! Talk to me.” She took his hands as he was putting on his greavers and forced him to look at her. She could feel his hands trembling under hers.
“Why do you care?” he said, his eyes starting to regain their hardness.
“Because if our little quarrel helped to loosen something in your brain, then maybe that means there's something we can do to get your memories back. Now tell me, what do you remember?”
“I remember nothing!” he shouted, pushing her away. “I've never remembered anything from before the ritual. But there were... faces. Words. For just a moment, I could recall all of it. And then it slipped away.” He stood and went from the room, grabbing his breastplate as he went down the stairs. Jordan quickly followed him.
“Look, I'm sorry if you had your memories, then lost them again. We can get them back! Maybe sex is the answer! We just need to do it more often, is all.”
Fenris heaved right before he reached the main atrium. He glared at her with a heated gaze. “Perhaps you don't realize how upsetting this is. I've never remembered anything, and to have it all come back in a rush, only to lose it... I can't... I can't.” He hung his head and turned back to leave.
“Fenris, we can work through this,” Jordan pleaded, trying to keep him from leaving.
“I'm sorry,” Fenris said softly. “I feel like such a fool. This should never have happened in the first place. Forgive me.” He then made his way out of her house, leaving Jordan standing on the stairs and staring off at the spot he had exited from her life.
***
Jordan was still seated on her stairs, staring at the mess she and Fenris had made even long after he was gone. The dirt on the floor along with the letters, plus a split table she hadn't realized they broke during their savage dance. It wasn't something she didn't know if she understood, what had occurred between her and Fenris. It had been good, she wouldn't deny that, her first time with a man since arriving in Kirkwall. Yet the emotions it brought up in her, as well as Fenris, were what confused her brain. Did she feel something for him? Before their dance, Jordan would have said no, but now... she wasn't so sure. What was harder was reading his feelings. Fenris had always been hard for her to read since he was able to hide his emotions well, yet for a split second, she had been able to see the truth. Fenris did feel something for her, but he would never admit it.
Just as Jordan was about ready to get up to clean the mess before her mother got home, there was a knock at her door. Tying her robe more securely around her since she was still wearing nothing underneath, Jordan made her way to the door and peered through the peep hole. On the other side was Flora.
“Serah Hawke?” Flora spoke when Jordan opened the door. “I... I hope I'm not disturbing you.”
“Um... no. C-Come in, Flora.” Jordan moved aside to allow Flora entrance into the atrium. Flora stood and looked around, seeming lost. “So what brings you here?” Jordan asked after closing the door.
“Oh, it's... You were the one with Sebastian earlier today, weren't you?” Flora asked.
“Yes, that was me.”
“I thought it was,” she said looking at the ground. “I barely see you at any of the parties, but you are still well known amongst the nobles. Unfortunately not in a good way.” She finally met Jordan's eyes, seeming frightened.
“I know very well about my reputation,” Jordan spoke. “My mother reminds me about it everyday. And quite frankly, I don't give a shit what those two-faced bastards think about me. But I don't think that's the reason why you're here. Care to get to the point?”
“Right,” Flora nodded. “I came here because I wanted to give you this.” Flora handed Jordan a longbow, one that was finely crafted, made of silvered ash with a white grip. It appeared more ceremonial than a weapon used for battle, but Jordan knew appearances could be deserving. She took the bow from Flora and looked over it. She was no expert when it came to long ranged weapons, having never been able to successfully launch an arrow from any kind of bow in her life, yet she could still tell this longbow was an excellent piece of weaponry.
“I'm not really in to bows,” Jordan said as she tried to hand it back to Flora. “I'm more of a dagger kind of girl.”
“It's not for you,” Flora said, stepping away from Jordan. “That bow belongs to Sebastian. I believe it was his grandfather's.”
“If that's the case, then why aren't you handing it to him?”
“I...” Flora turned back to the floor. “I... would, expect... it's too early.”
“Too early for what?”
“When you left my family's mansion, I found the bow amongst a pile of stolen treasures Flint Company brought to my mother from the Starkhaven treasury. I intend to give all of it back to Sebastian, but that bow... I know it'll mean more to him to get it back than anything else.”
Jordan looked again at the bow, then back at Flora with a questioning gaze. “Again, why are you giving it to me?”
Flora looked back up from the floor. “So you can give it to him.”
“I think it would be more appreciative if you gave him the bow,” Jordan said, trying to hand it back to her one more time.
Flora shook her head. “I can't.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can't see him right now.”
“I don't understand. Is it because you don't know where he is? He lives in the chantry. All you have to do is go there and ask for him. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to see you and accept this bow.”
“No,” Flora said, shaking her head even harder. “I just... I just can't see him right now. Everything my mother did to his family. I know it's not all her fault, and I'm doing what needs to be done in order to right the wrongs she caused, but... Please, just take the bow and give it to him. If you wish, you can say that I found it and brought it to you, but I just can't give it to him myself. I... I don't want to face him again. Not now. Not yet.” Flora began backing up toward the door. “I'm sorry for disturbing you, Serah Hawke. I must go now.”
“Flora...” Jordan said as she stepped forward, but she didn't stop her from fully leaving. Flora quickly opened the door and nodded to her before slipping out. Jordan stood alone again in her mansion, still confused.
After some time, Jordan finally took herself from the main atrium and back up the stairs to her room. She placed the bow down next to her desk, along with the Tevinter Chantry amulet Orana had given to her which sat on the far corner. She then went about getting properly dressed and picking up the tattered remains of her clothing. When she was done in her room, Jordan went back down to the living area, only to find Bodahn, Sandal, and Orana back from the market.
“Mistress Jordan, are you all right?” Bodahn asked as he went to her. “The house! What happened?”
“Everything's okay, Bodahn,” Jordan reassured. “I know it looks bad, but I'm fine, nothing was stolen, and really it's only this area that got the worst of it.”
Bodahn looked around at the mess. “Did the slavers come back and try and reclaim the mansion?”
“No, no, it wasn't slavers. It was... let's just say I had a guest over, and things... just happened, hmm?” Jordan gave Bodahn her most reassuring smile. She could see he still wasn't understanding what she meant, but she knew he wouldn't ask any further. “So how'd it go?” she asked. “Is everything in order with Orana?”
“Oh, yes!” Bodahn said, coming out of his stupor. “All the paperwork has been taken care of. Orana is officially a free woman, working for you, messere. We also made it to the market and purchased a few things she was in need of.”
“I thank you so much for this, Mistress,” Orana bowed. “I have never known such kindness before.”
“You're quite welcome, Orana,” said Jordan. “Now you, Bodahn, and Sandal, please go put away anything you purchased, then come back out here and help me clean this place up. I'd like for it to be back to normal before Mother gets home.”
“Of course, Mistress Jordan,” Bodahn nodded. “Orana, Sandal, let's put our things away then start cleaning up. Don't want Mistress Leandra to be upset when she gets home, now.”
“Also best to keep this quiet too, please,” Jordan smiled.
“As always, messere,” Bodahn smiled back. He then ushered Sandal and Orana to their quarters to put things away before heading back out to the living area and clean. They had the entire area spotless in less than half an hour, only ten minutes before Leandra returned home. Jordan greeted her mother, but didn't stay. She instead made her way out and headed to the Hanged Man, a lot of things still on her mind.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age 2
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