[That was such a long time ago, and Fenris himself thought he was damaged beyond repair. Not by Hawke, never by Hawke. His own fragmented memories, his own past trauma, that had turned on him. He thought himself a fool, and a stubborn one afterwards, for taking so long to admit how he truly felt. How every part of him ached for Hawke, how he ached only for Hawke.
The elf's toes curl at the sensation his heels digging into Hawke's lower back, one hand still on his back, the other tangling roughly in his hair, pulling his head back so the elf can bite at the man's throat and jaw. The lyrium once again flares, bright and angry as the elf himself. ]
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The elf's toes curl at the sensation his heels digging into Hawke's lower back, one hand still on his back, the other tangling roughly in his hair, pulling his head back so the elf can bite at the man's throat and jaw. The lyrium once again flares, bright and angry as the elf himself. ]