"He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing". Hawke's a mage in deep denial. She had trained all her life in the arts of the sword. Imagine Fenris's confusion, as they come more to disagree to agree - His voice, the very sound of rolling eyes. (NEW CHAPTERS UP!)

A raving maniacal redhead, a grumpy elf that manages to turn anger into an art, a charming dwarf who becomes really democratic in feeling like killing everyone and some other unfortunate souls on the way, all but one other soul who is blessed by luck and is ridiculously awesome. What happens when Fenris makes the first move at the wrong time and then they embark on a trip to Antiva

Excerpt from my main story of Hawke and Fenris before the impending Act 2 problems. Humor and romance of course and lots of it. Feel free to read the whole thing if it piques your interest.

Fragment from my mother-story of Fenris/Hawke romance. It revolves around some scenes before the climax of their story on a trip to Antiva before Act 2 and Bitter Pill begins. Much about a demonic description of their crude, hot encounters.

This is a fragment from my original story of Hawke. It bears some memories in Antiva that will cover the subject of mages, Andraste, the Maker and well, basically, it's a historical and philosophical take on the world of Dragon Age in some 3k words. My original story is not this heavy, it's more sarcastic, funny and adventure-driven and it revolves around the romance of Fenris, so.