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Thing For You - Chapter 7/15

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Fandom: Video games - DRAGON AGE
Main Pairing/s: Female Hawke/ Fenris, Carver/Fenris.
Other characters: Bethany, Alistair, Anders
Note*** Going off the lore in DA:II Leto was Fenris' name before he was branded with lyrium.

Disclaimer - BioWare/EA own everything! I’m just playing in their dragon and darkspawn-filled sandbox. :la:


Chapter 7 – Imprinted


       
Hawke mumbled a string of ‘sorry’s and stepped out of Leto’s room, she fought against the burning in her eyes and the bile trying to crawl out her throat at the site of her beloved elf. What she had (in part) done to him.  

He was bloody and broken and it would be a miracle if he ever spoke to her let alone forgive her.
Asking a young Desire Demon for help was a bad idea. Sure the demon had given her powers a boost but the creature didn’t care how it got the job done.

The Guilt crashed down on her like a tidal-wave drowning her heart.

She had slammed her full body weight down on Leto’s shattered shoulder just to hold him still. She had been day-dreaming of the handsome elf lying beneath her for quite some time. But not like this, the feel of his bones crunching beneath her and oh Maker, the sound he made…. Bile had successfully made the jump into her throat, she darted outside hurling onto a trash pile.

He begged, screamed, even whimpered ( a sound she never thought she’d hear from such a strong elf) and had tried desperately to escape and fight back even with broken ribs, shoulder, and a chunk of flesh missing from his right side.

She rubbed the large ugly purple-black bruise and cut on her jaw given to her by one pointy elven kneecap. She refused to heal it, she would leave it there as a reminder of what measures she’d gone to save the elf.

She’d never felt this strongly about the last 2 boyfriends she had. Somewhere along the way this simple crush had blown up into something bigger and deeper. She was being driven insane when he was nearby, she wanted him, but for all her confidence she was uncertain of how to approach the elf with how she felt.

Would he shut her down just solely on the fact she is a mage? Or would he look past it and see her as the kind-hearted jester of a human she was behind all the magic?

Her chances of claiming the elf had probably all but blew up after using a demon on him.

Unless... by some miracle he doesn’t remember what she had done?


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“Tell me, what were you thinking?” Hawke said “Do you know of the damage you could have caused him? He could be blind, lost his memory or you could have sent him into a flaming coma!”

“I couldn’t stand to see him suffering like that. So I did what he asked me to do.” he said plainly, rubbing the bump on the side of his head and looking at the unconscious elf “You have no flaming idea how much pain magic puts him in and with all the broken bones he had… I bet my life he was wishing he was dead-”

“How do you know what he was feeling?” She laughed hollowly, “What are you an emotions guru now, brother?”

“I don’t need to be.” His voice was hard. This was no time for jokes. “He was screaming at you to stop.” He flinched, the elf’s tortured howls echoing in his ears. He looked up sadly at his sister, his voice uncharacteristically small “But you didn’t.”

“I was trying to save his life!” She said defensively like that made up for her actions. “I did what needed to be done.”

A Desire Demon offered her helpful clawed hand, and Hawke took it willingly.

“You asked The Maker for help but took aid from a Demon instead” His blue orbs suspiciously searching his sisters’ face for any trace of the demon still lurking under the surface. It unnerved him that Hawke had thought so little of her Maker-given healing abilities and that of Wynne to call so easily on Demons.

“Without that power he would have bled out before Wynne could have got to us. That’s why I called on help from The Fade. He’s not allowed to die. I care too much for him to let that happen.” She sighed, “Carver, I think I love him”

“You can’t be serious…” he murmured, fighting the urge to laugh hysterically – they’d both fallen for the same elf. Maker, you twisted son of a bitch. “Did mother not teach you to listen to the people you care for. You don’t hurt or torture them on purpose.” He grumbled

“But you!” she growled and pointed “You nearly cracked his head open how does that make you any different to me?”

“Because he asked me too!” The sudden booming of his voice sent shockwaves of pain through his temples. “He was about to beat himself until he was knocked out just to escape the pain you were causing him. Besides, that little bump on the noggin would have been like a tickle compared to what you did to him. Look at what you and your fucking demon have done to him! And you claim to love him!”

“How dare-“
“Look,” He pinched the bridge of his nose “if we are just going to argue I want you to get out, mage. The Healer says he needs to rest in peace and quiet. Alas, we cannot change the past. All we can do is hope he pulls through for us.” He sighed “This conversation is over”

Hawke bowed her head, mumbling a sorry before disappearing through the door.

Carver stayed by the Tevinter’s side for the whole week the elf lie unconscious (only ever leaving to take a leak), he slept at the foot of the bed like a faithful hound waiting patiently for its master to wake.


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The first lucid thought that broke through Leto’s mind was surprised at the fact he was able to think at all. By all rights he knew he was, or at least should be, dead. But he was alive and he felt like an Ogre had danced the Time-Warp on him.

He wished he could have hung in the cold, black oblivion of unconsciousness for just a little longer. But alas, consciousness sluggishly crawled its way back to him.

He could hear a voice rumbling softly near him, he tried to listen, but the throbbing in his head and the ache that seemed to be in every inch of him making it difficult to focus on the words. His eye-lids felt as if they were made of stone, making it seem impossible to open them. He wanted to see who was in his room. Slavers, Demons, his master, Antivan Crows?

There was a weight moving on his shins like a Mabari scratching at fleas. He wondered idly how such a large hound would have snuck into the tavern without being noticed and why had it chosen to lie on an injured elf’s legs?

The sound of the door squeaking open followed by footsteps entered his ears. “How is he doing?” a male voice asked.

This Mabari knows how to speak? Impressive.

“He’s still lost in The Fade.” The voice was broken and hoarse “The Healer said his body is in a state of shock, it still believes it is seriously injured and so it has locked him in a deep sleep so it can repair itself. He’s somehow put up a barrier against all the magic treatments. They can’t tell when….or if he’ll ever…”

“He’s a stubborn elf. He won’t lie down an’ die so easy. Just you wait, boy, you two will be runnin’ amok in my bar and taking out monstrous spiders again in no time”

“I hope so, Danal” the speaker sighed shakily “But the light has gone from his hands. It’s like h-he… like he’s … d-dead”  

The weight on his shin was now shaking so violently the bed and his body was swaying with it.
…Who died? The Mabari’s owner? Oh the poor thing!

The creatures mournful whimpers tugged at his heart-strings and made him feel like crying with it.
Words somehow found their way into his mouth, “S’okay Mabari” he said gruffly, flexing his fingers blindly in the direction of the creature.

A chocking/gasping noise sounded from his feet “Leto?!”

A name. Is this me? sounds kinda familiar... realizing the voice was talking to him the elf hummed. The weight shifted from his legs and collided with his chest, he could feel something wet falling onto the skin over his heart.

The creature is dribbling on me? He groaned inwardly.

“S’okay Mabari” he repeated, moving a hand sluggishly to stoke the hounds’ fur. “I’m sure your imprinted human or elf is honoured you miss him so”

The thick fur suddenly turned into warm clammy skin and then to cloth under his palms. The elf furrowed his brow and forced his eyes open eager to investigate what exactly was lying on him.
The blurry figure draped across him was no war hound but a raven-haired human. He blinked a few times trying to clear his vision and clear the fog from his aching head. The name of this human seemed be dangling in front of him like a carrot in front of hungry working mule.

He put a hand to the skull on his chest, rolling it slightly to look at the face beneath that mop of shaggy black hair. Puffy heavily blood-shot ice-blue eyes regarded him for a moment. He watched a single tear break free  and run across the pale cheek, over bridge of his nose that seemed to hold its owners name as it dropped onto tanned elven skin. “C-Carver…?”

You remember me! Carver beamed, embracing the elf in the tightest yet gentlest of one-armed hugs he possibly could give from this awkward position. Overwhelming relief and joy had a fresh couple of tears spill out of his eyes.

“I thought… I was sure there was a Mabari lying on my legs but turns out… it was a Carver just as loyal as any war hound” the elf mused, lazily stroking his best friends head in a comforting manner like the human had done for him when lyrium burnt into his skin.

The sounds slowly died into small muffled hiccups and shaky breaths.

Unsure of what had made the human so upset he asked softly, “What’s wrong, Carver? Please stop crying? It pains me to see you do so”  

Carver sat up wiping his eyes and nose feverously with the backs of his arms. “I…. I thought you.. died” he murmured, looking at his friend like a sad child.

“Did we drink that much? Maker, my head feels like I have consumed all the ale in Thedas”

“You don’t…. you don’t remember?”

“I – No…” The elf tried to wonder through the fog in his brain, tiny snippets coming back to him a cave, forest, spiders, Grey Warden, a battle, “Wait, I don’t remember much.. but did we fight giant spiders with a Grey Warden?” Carver nodded. Blood, falling, Carver charging at a monstrous spider “I– we– did we kill that really big ugly one?”

“Yeah. The Queen’s dead.” He affirmed “The things I do to save your miserable hide. I went shoulder-deep inside a flaming ginormous spider…” He grumbled, shuddering the feeling of spider insides cornering his arm all too fresh in his memory.

The Queen. the legendary Crown of Arachnid-oria! He looked around the room, patting himself down in a suddenly frantic search to find the crown he remembered attaching to his belt.

“Looking for this?” A cold metal item dropping on his chest made him pause in his search, eyes jumping to the object. The legendary crown sat before him, its base littered with Sapphires, Topaz and Emeralds, its points twisted elegantly in small gold spirals that sparkled in the afternoon light seeping into the room.

An ex-slave had achieved the impossible and retrieved the legendary Crown of Arachnid-oria and survived.

A smile split his face from ear to pointed ear.
Summary: Carver finds himself falling for his best friend, Leto, an elven boy he’d rescued from slavers outside Lothering. A Grey Warden helps him realize and come to terms with it. But the elf has eyes for his oldest sister, Hawke. Will Carver be able to man up and admit his feelings before it’s too late?

1. Thing For You - Chapter 1 
2. Thing For You - Chapter 2
3. Thing For You - Chapter 3
4. Thing For You - Chapter 4
5. Thing For You - Chapter 5
6. Thing For You - Chapter 6
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