then get ready

Maxine has ruined my life in the best and worst way possible I’m 100% certain she’s out to put a dagger through our hearts and kill us off one by one whilst rubbing her hands together in victory
Dragon Age - The Color Red - Chapter 13
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationship: Fenris/Male Hawke, Danarius/Fenris
Summary:  Danarius is successful in capturing Fenris only months before the Chantry explosion in Kirkwall. Fenris is returned to Tevinter where his memory is lost and a Venatori plot results with red lyrium burning in his brands. But while Fenris might have forgotten his time in Kirkwall, Hawke has not. But as the Venatori move into the south, using Fenris in their plot, It will take years and support from the Inquisition in order to bring Fenris back to himself. That is, if there is anything left of him to save.Extreme slow-burn with the promise of a hopeful ending.  

The morning came quickly, Fenris having been too exhausted to dream. He woke in the stable and his chains to Quintus and another Venatori there to collect him for their travels. The green fields around the estate were blanketed in fog that rolled down from the mountains, the rising sun illuminating them into thick white clouds. The ground was damp under Fenris’ bare feet as they started down through the pasture lands, heavy sacks against their backs.

Fenris cast a glance back to the manor before it was out of sight and his heart ached heavily. He was leaving his Master behind. The previous night, after Quintus’ proposed entertainment had ended badly, Fenris had been permitted to go to his Master’s side. Master Danarius had stroked his face with cold, icy hands that settled Fenris’ boiling lyrium and lulled him into a false sense of security. His Master said very little, but had made him promise to do well on his mission, promising that if he did he would be able to return to him.

Fenris imagined returning triumphant to the Venatori’s surprise and dismay, imagined them bowing their heads to his Master in respectful apology for ever doubting his prowess. He imagined they would allow Fenris to return to his duties as bodyguard and stay close to his Master’s side again. It was all he wanted. And while he was not permitted desires or goals as a slave, he knew it was what his Master wanted, surely, and that he was simply fulfilling his duties.

Still, it was difficult to think clearly about any of this when the red within him screeched and clawed about. He’s sending you away to die, it cried out inside of him. He is shamed by your presence and is happy to see you leave, he expects you to never return.

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I admit I thought they were stupid but my mom bought me one of those sleeping blindfolds for when I get a migraine and let me tell you there is almost nothing superior to the absolute man made darkness hidden behind this silken shroud ok I love this thing I don’t have to experience the hellscape of the world until I choose to anymore the sun doesn’t own me I am death