& i'm damned if i do & i'm damned if i don't

   Fenris doesn’t realize it at first, because while he doesn’t have supersonic

     hearing, he certainly has heightened sentences from so many years of 

     having to think that way. Fenris quickly draws his own blade, eyes scanning

     their surroundings until he senses the soldiers. “They are most likely 

   Fenris is half asleep when her words come out, so perhaps it was why the

     strange feeling of shock was delayed, but when it did come it did all at 

     once. He turns his head just slightly so that he can see her, the light 

     blinding him for a single moment. “Live with you...?” he breathes in 

   Fenris does ignore the sarcasm in his comment, but decides that perhaps

     he does owe a proper explanation. “I just do not wish to have anyone 

     overhear. The location is still in Kirkwall, but it is my own choice of hiding.”

     He’s not happy about telling him so openly, but Fenris knows it’s better to

He looked back behind him and found that they Tevinter soldiers were running after him. Two were mages, one was a warrior and one was an archer. Dorian set a glyph down that would hopefully stun one or two of them back, then continued running, figuring that Fenris would follow. 

“Dorian, stop! Your father is worried!” One of them called in Tevene. 

“My father can suck an egg!” Dorian called back. 

“Wait, that’s Danarius’s pet, isn’t it? The elf with the markings?”

   Fenris immediately feels fear strike in his heart as he hears himself referred

     to in such a way. ‘Pet.’ He’d not been called such a thing in so long, 

     especially now that Danarius was dead. It brought a feeling of disgust in

     him, but he didn’t let it overwhelm he. He wasn’t going to let his emotions

     compromise him. All he does is run instead, gaze setting on the path before

~~~~~~~~

She knew the last time she’d slept so well was the last time Fenris had spent the night with her. Sunlight filtered in through the ratty curtains, but it wasn’t bright enough to rouse her. Marian shifted slightly, only to lay her head more securely against Fenris’s chest. 

   They must have fallen asleep immediately because Fenris senses sunlight

     and Hawke’s movement the next morning, stirring his wake. He felt tired 

     still, so he pressed his face into the top of her head and into her hair, trying

     to secure the bright light of the morn from his sight. He just wasn’t ready for

   Fenris wasn’t usually so familiar with touch himself, especially when his

     markings were so freshly used. They were stinging and Fenris contemplated

     dropping the other, but he didn’t. Why he was doing this was...something 

     he didn’t know, but he had to do something. Get him out of Darktown, at

     least.

   “Away,” is Fenris’ brief answer, frustrated more so by how he recognizes the

     language as well. Continuing his trek, Fenris makes his way out of 

     Darktown and to his mansion. It’s not the safest to bring him there, but