The Stories of Avalyn Hawke and Fenris

Leandra's Visit

Leandra's Visit

He was cold. It could be because of the burning embers in the hearth, but no it was something else entirely. No, he had done something out of fear, and in the end had been a fool. After spending years fighting by Avalyn Hawke's side, he had finally given in to his desire and had spent a wonderful night in her bed. But it had caused unforeseen consequences. Memories of his life before he had gained the Lyrim marking etched into skin had slowly drifted in and out of his mind. He had been scared. So being a complete fool he had left her. HE HAD LEFT HER. She had been understanding and had even offered to help him, as always, but he had walked away.

So now he sat in his cold mansion, hating himself. None of the others had come to even knock on the door. Not even Varric, and he was actually starting to miss the dwarf. Sighing, he slowly stood up. There was barely any food, and he really didn't want to drink any wine, which was a first.

He glanced at his massive two handed sword, resting against the door to the main hall of the mansion. Why had Hadriana finally come here? Maybe he and Hawke could have actually had a chance. Maybe. But that was the past, and he knew he couldn't dwell on it. No, he would have to slowly regain what he had lost with Hawke, if that damned Abomination didn't try to do anything.

Oh, he had seen him watching her. If that Abomination even tried to …. well Fenris didn't want to think about that. He couldn't really stop her. After all, he had left her, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.

Suddenly he heard the mansion's main door swing open and hit the wall. He sworn he heard Bodahn yelling, but soon he heard the door slam shut. Footsteps approached the door, but he didn't move for his weapon. He had a very good idea who it was coming to face him, and he couldn't very well kill Leandra Amell.

He turned to face her as she marched into the room.

"I have something I wish to discuss with you, Messere."

Sighing, Fenris gestured towards the only real sitting he had. "Please have a seat."

Leandra shook her head. "No, Messere, I'll remain standing."

Fenris could now see where that death glare Hawke had more than like originated.

Leandra frowned at him. "I am here about Avalyn. What did you do to my daughter?"

Fenris sighed. "Acted like a fool, noting more."

"What do you mean?"

He might have been a fool with how he dealt with Hawke, but Maker, he knew better than to tell her mother exactly what had happened that night. "I hmmm, more or less acted on my feelings. But memories of my past came rushing back." He sighed. "They were only fleeting, but it scared me."

Leandra nodded. "Ava mentioned something about your memories." Sighing, she sat down in one of the few still sturdy chairs in the room. "You don't understand how hard it is for her to open up and let someone in."

Fenris slowly moved towards the elder Hawke. "I do not understand."

Leandra smiled sadly. "She doesn't know I know. There was a boy in Lothering. I fairly sure he was her first crush, but he crushed her heart in the dirt. He used her to get something he wanted. I only know because I happened to hear him bragging just before we fled."

Fenris clinched his fist. "What happened to him?"

"Can't say. He either fled Lothering or was killed." Leandra looked at him. "Messere, I know you have a past you can't fully remember, but you do have a chance at a future that just might be worth more than that past, if you're willing to jump." Leandra smiled at him.

"I do not wish for her to get hurt." Fenris hung his head.

"Well, you already did that." Leandra stood up. "Now it is up to you if you wish to fix it or not."

Fenris sighed. "I thought you were going to more than talk to me."

Leandra smiled. "She may take a bit more after her father, but Ava is like me more than she knows. You remind me so much of Malcolm." She frowned for a moment. "She'll give you as long as you need, but don't make her wait forever."

Fenris stood still as stone as Leandra walked out of the room, and soon after he heard the main door shut close behind her.. He glanced at the ashes in his hearth. His heart felt like ash. In his fear he had hurt her. Could he repair the damage? Would she allow him? Time was the only one who knew.