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Not even Hawke’s closet held any intimidation when Fenris opened it. He wasn’t expecting a skeleton or demon shoved in there, but he thought there’d be something that would show a different angle of Hawke. The closet was filled with clothes that defined her, which made him a little unsettled. She was truthful throughout all their conversations, their banter, and various discussions. No ulterior motive, no facade, save for the onslaught of sarcastic remarks.
There wasn’t a dress in sight.
Fenris smirked to himself. ‘ That’s Hawke. ’ He eyed a simple leather armor set and raised an eyebrow. It was well kept and the fur covered shoulder pads looked so soft. He looked over his shoulder and didn’t see the bedroom door crack open. Hawke had shut the door behind her after Uncle Gamlen shouted obnoxiously that he wanted to talk to her.
He put a hand on one of the shoulders and was pleased that his expectations were met. It was a bit small for Hawke and an idea rose to the forefront of his mind. ‘ I wonder if it’ll fit. ’ He looked over his shoulder once more and he could still pick up the angry buzzing from the lower level. ‘ Just the top. ’ He told himself and carefully removed the leather armor from the closet.
It wasn’t going to simply slide over his own armor. Fenris shook his head at himself for thinking that it would, but as he laid the armor on Hawke’s bed, his desire to wear it only increased. The design screamed Ferelden with its combination of browns and grays. He was half expecting a Mabari stitched into the left breast. Still, it seemed so inviting, much like Hawke’s grin.
‘ Venhedis. ’ Fenris began taking off his armor, his hands automatically knowing what to do. Unlike with Hawke’s armor, Fenris tossed his armor onto the bed without much of a thought. It was old, sturdy, and endured far worse than being thrown on a bed. It was him.
The gauntlets came next, because the last thing he wanted to do was damage the well kept armor. They clattered after striking the armor, but Fenris barely took notice. He stood still, realizing that what he was doing was dangerous somehow. He even tried digging up any ounce of tension or wariness, but he just couldn’t. Not in Hawke’s home.
He was comfortable.
Well, now he was chilled from being exposed for so long. The leather armor was made for warriors and Fenris was relieved that it wasn’t hard to put on. ‘ Definitely a rich family’s armor .’ Fenris noted as the soft cotton lining brushed his bare skin. He clenched his jaw, this armor had different material, which meant his markings weren’t going to respond well. Taking a deep breath, Fenris focused on how cozy the armor felt.
A low, soft whistle came from the bedroom doorway and Fenris whipped his head to see Hawke grinning at him. “You should wear my clothes more often.” Marian teased and rushed up to Fenris when he tried getting out of the leather armor. “It’s alright, Fenris!” She reassured and tried making eye contact with him.
“I apologize, there’s no excuse for this behavior.” Fenris couldn’t look at Hawke and he could feel the red spread all over his face. “I’ll remove it, just let me go.” He dared to look up at Marian and shook his head when all he saw was amusement in her bright blue eyes. “How can you not be furious?” He seethed.
“Because you look good , Fenris.” Hawke lightly brushed her thumbs over Fenris’ exposed knuckles. “Very good.”
“You can’t be serious.” He sighed in exasperation; this woman made no sense.
“I never can be, you know that.” Hawke quipped and released his hands. “We just need to make some adjustments, huh, you’re more petite than when I was thirteen.” She laughed when Fenris glared at her. “I’m sure you make up for it.” She added in a lower tone.
Fenris scoffed and tugged on some of the leather straps that lined the upper left side. “Why are there so many straps here and on the other side?” He griped and froze when Hawke stepped closer to touch the small straps.
“That’s to adjust the bust size.” Hawke muttered and grinned wickedly when Fenris looked at the doorway, as if he were ready to bolt any second from this embarrassing predicament. “Don’t worry, I hear all late bloomers get the biggest jugs.”
At any other house, with any other person, Fenris would’ve sneered or worse. But here, with Hawke, in her comfortable home, in her comfortable armor, Fenris’ mouth twitched. He began laughing, which stunned Hawke into a pleasant silence. Once he stopped laughing, Fenris cleared his throat and made eye contact with Hawke.
They smiled at each other.