NIGHTMARE
He should have woken her up the moment he sensed something was wrong.
Hawke was usually a quiet sleeper. The moment she curled up in his arms and closed her eyes, she was gone. Her soft breaths were what lulled Fenris into a light sleep that could be disturbed if Hawke so much as twitched in her sleep.
He was immediately alert when he felt Hawke tense, a small whimper escaping her. The hand on her back began drawing light patterns against her skin, the other moving up to brush through her hair, trying to calm her. It didn't work, and she twitched, mumbling something under her breath. Fenris could feel the mana around her body, meeting his skin and causing the lyrium embedded in it to flare. He had gotten used to her touch, the
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Fenris repeated her name, but just as nothing woke her easily in other circumstances, this was no different.
A soft cry was torn from her lips. "No, no! Bethany! Please, wake up!" She sounded desperate, pleading in her sleep. She thrashed, screamed, and a burst of mana was expelled from her body as she woke and sat up. The magic burned Fenris's skin again and he couldn't help but cry out in pain. As he recovered from the unexpected attack, Hawke tried desperately to catch her breath through the heaving sobs that now shook her body.
They heard footsteps rush through the manor, no doubt Hawke's mother rushing to see what had her daughter so upset. Hawke shook her head without looking at him, and Fenris took that as her way of saying that she did not want to be bothered and went to the door to shoo her off. "It was a nightmare," Hawke heard him
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Fenris stared down at her for a moment, moving around slightly like he usually did when the markings were causing him pain. "I'm sorry, Fenris, I-" She was cut off by a rough kiss, and she allowed it for a few moments before she had to pull back for air. "Answer my question."
"It's fine," he said, but Hawke held him just out of reach of her lips with both hands on his shoulders.
"You're lying," she accused, her tone not entirely angry but it was still clear that she wasn't happy with him.
"It...it feels good when you aren't rough with them," Fenris said. Hawke gave a soft smile, running the tips of her fingers along a marking that crossed over his arm.
"What about the magic? You know my mana reacts to the Lyrium too?" Hawke had tried many times to get Fenris to explain just how much the markings bothered him, and tonight was the first time he was opening up completely. If that meant delaying whatever they had just started, so be it. Fenris climbed off of her to lay next to her, rolling on his side to face her as she repeated the action. His hand found her bare hip and drew lazy circles against it and Hawke took the opportunity to rake her gaze across his body, studying the marks closer and occasionally tracing them with a soft touch.
"If you control it, it doesn't bother me," he