Admire my false Elizibethan prose!
Also the shameless fluff of TWO OF MY OTPs COMBINED INTO one 8D
[In a quiet corner of Hightown.]
Fenris: If what you say is true, then the spirit must be here at the bidding of another.
Aveline: Meredith would never allow mage or maleficarum to even approach the vicount’s tomb. The spirit is here of its own accord.
Fenratio: The Veil is not so thin here. I find it doubtful that this thing will appear.
Donnic: We saw it for the past two nights running! Or do you doubt our word?
Fenratio: I have learned to doubt much, over the years. Once, I believed everything that humans told me—and why not? I was but a pathetic wretch, a slave at my master’s heel, less a man and more a pathetic hound, begging piteously for whatever scraps of food and comfort that might sustain me. I existed only through what my masters gave me (in word and pain), and whence I was alone, it was as though I ceased to exist at all. As a free man, I have learned to exist on my own, to see the world that is there before me, and not to accept what others would shape my world with blindly.
Donnic: So you do not trust us.
Fenratio: I never said this. I only say that I do not blindly accept what I cannot know.
Aveline: Hush now! Do you mark that sound? It strikes the midnight hour!
[Emo prince is brooding and soliliquizing all up in this castle.]
[Enter Fenratio and Aveline]
Fenratio: Hail my Lord!
Hawkelet: [Not looking at the other at first.] I am glad to see y— [He turns, belatedly recognizing the voice, excited] Fenris!?
Fenratio: The same my Lord…. And your poor servant ever.
Hawkelet: [Pained expression briefly.] I’ll change that name with you, my good friend. What make you here, so far from Tantervale, Fenris? [Placing a hand on Fenris’ shoulder]
Aveline: My good lord—
Hawkelet: [Not looking away from Fenris, but realizing that they are not alone.] I am very glad to see you, good even sir.[He realizes his mistake at a sound from her.] Oh. My apologies, Aveline. Come now Fenris, why are you here?
Fenratio: [A brief, faint smirk.] A truant disposition, my lord and teacher?
Hawkelet: Ha! A likely tale. I would not believe that were I to hear it from the Divine herself! I know your studies are a labour, but I know you do not shirk them for aught. Come, tell me truthfully, what brings you to Kirkwall? We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
Fenratio: [More serious.] My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral.
Hawkelet: [Loosing all levity, becoming stony, even a touch angry?] Do not mock my, my good student. I think you came to see my mother’s wedding.
Fenratio:[Quietly agreeing.] Indeed, my lord, it came fast upon the heels of the other.
Hawkelet: Now that my uncle is appointed chief financier, tis all about thrift and an easy way to line his pockets.
[Fenris bows slightly to Hawke]
Fenratio: My duty to your honor.
Hawkelet: [Touching the other’s cheek lightly] Your love, as mine to you.
Fenratio: [Awkwardly wants to flee but is trapped in place for several moments before he agrees.] My love then. [Makes a courtly gesture and all but flees.]
[The ghost motions for Hawke to follow his lead.]
Fenratio: This is a ghost outside the Fade, do not trust it!
[Fenris blocks Hawke’s path with his arm. Hawke moves past him, rashly.]
Hawkelet: I must go to him, my father’s spirit is suffering!
[Fenris comes up behind the other, locking the other by his arms.(Nelson style haha.)]
Fenratio: You do not know that. This could be a demon, playing on your memories. Would you really put yourself in such danger, on the word of a Shade?
Hawkelet: Tis not your place to hold me back!
Fenratio: There is indeed mischief about, my Lord, but we do not know what kind. It could be blood magic, a trick of a Maleficar!
[Hawk struggles against Fenris’ hold]
Hawkelet: Leave off me! I will go to him! Lead on spirit, I will follow!