hmmmmmmmm
"i am yours"
hawke's hand reaches out, but rather than touching fenris, he just lets his hand linger, centimeters out of reach, before pulling back and frowning.
"no, fenris, you...you belong to yourself."
a moment passes. a hard swallow. hawke's mouth feels dry, like someone stuffed it with cotton.
"ah, allow me to rephrase then"
a hand finds its way to hawke's shoulder, fenris's grip is firm, but not harsh.
"i am yours as much as you are mine"













