MoD - Cut Scenes and Drabbles

The couple lounged in the comfortable silence, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the whisper of turning pages. Fenris was reclining against Toma’s chest, while the mage used the elf’s shoulder as a resting place for his chin, his muscular arm wrapped around the slighter male’s thin waist.

Then the blond broke the quiet with a jarring question that caused the fair-skinned warrior to close his book without bothering to mark his place.

“Why don’t you ever call Fenlen any pet names?” Toma asked his lover. “He’s starting to feel as if you don’t love him as much as I.”

“You know that is untrue.”

“I do, but does he?”

Fenris was silent as he straightened from his relaxed position, emotionally and physically distancing himself from Hawke.

The blond sighed heavily. “He’s just a child, Fenris. He has insecurities like any other boy his age. You can’t expect him to just instinctually understand your motives, not like I do. I can read you, lover; I know your face. Fenlen, however doesn’t have that privilege.”

There was a pregnant pause, the air stifling the couple with its emotional heaviness. Hawke let out a small sigh as Fenris spoke again.

“I know none other than those used by you,” he said. “And I have no knack for making them up.”

“Surely that can’t be true.” The elf shot his lover a look. “Well, perhaps it is, but why don’t you take one of mine?”

“I couldn’t. It would feel like stealing,” the warrior replied.

Toma paused in thought before cautiously saying, “Did Danarius ever…”

“Yes,” the elf snapped. “And I hated being called by them. It was… degrading.”

“What were they?” the golden-eyed man prompted curiously.

“His favorites were ‘My Pet’ and ‘Little Wolf.’”

“Little wolf doesn’t sound so bad, and really it kind of fits him…”

“No!” the elf shouted and stood up angrily. “I could never call Fenlen something so tainted. He’s such a pure child,” he said more softly this time.

“I believe it is only tainted because you allow it to be,” Hawke told him. “Danarius would have wanted you to feel hate and disgust towards the names he called you. Don’t let that monster control even beyond the grave. He’s dead now. Make the name your own.”

“I… I don’t know, Toma.”

“Try it just once, love,” the human murmured. “Tomorrow night when we put Fenlen to bed.”

 

((That night…))

“Good night Papa, Mamae.”

“Pleasant dreams, sweetling,” the man replied.

Fenris hesitated a tick before saying, “Sleep well, emma da’fen.”

Fenlen gave the elder elf a sweet smile. “Ma’arlath, Mamae.”

“Ma’arlath.” The warrior smiled back softly.

 

*Emma sa'fen - my little wolf

**Ma'arlath - I love you

***Mamae - mother