Title: Unwritten

Summary: Kirkwall has bad weather, Fenris can't read and Hawke isn't a good improviser.

Warnings: Fluff and (possible) OOCness, we don't actually know yet.

Rating: K You could read this to your two year old.

Disclaimer: I do not own any intellectual property herein. Insert witty disclaimer ending here.

Author's Note: I have no excuses. Really, I don't. This is a whole new brand of "speculative fiction" and I regret nothing.

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Hawke ignored the presence hovering over her shoulder, opting instead to turn the delicate paper page, eyes scanning the words, lips quirking up at the route the story was taking. Outside the wind howled and the rain hit the ground and roves of the city with a ferocity rarely seen outside of nature.

"Good day to be inside," the woman said softly, eyes not leaving the page. The person behind her stiffened, not saying anything, and she didn't bother prompting a response. If he had something to say he'd say it.

The candle told her an hour had passed before he spoke, voice low. "Why are you smiling?" he asked her and one of her eyebrows quirked up, amused.

"It's a good story," she said simply, "haven't you been following along?"

"No," he replied. She frowned at that, before realization dawned.

"Can you follow along?" she asked him carefully, he simply shook his head.

"No," he said, eyes still impenetrable. She grinned at him, not at all fazed by his standoffishness before scooting over on the bench, patting the area she'd just occupied.

"Sit I'll teach you," she offered. He said nothing for a long moment, green eyes still hard before finally excepting. "Alright," she said, "I've something to write with here, lets see...ah," she grinned again, bigger this time, "let's start at the very beginning, shall we? So, a is for Anderfel, b is for um...blight, c is for cookies, d is for darkspawn, e is for," she paused.

"Elf," he offered dryly and she nodded, writing that down.

"You're a natural," she told him, ignoring his eye roll, "f is for Fenris-"

"No it's not," he said, voice a little accusing.

"Well," she conceded, "no, but it is now." He frowned at that, confused, but didn't object further. Hawke decided not to mention how pleased he actually looked.

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Sorry this is short, I don't have a lot to go off as the game isn't out yet. Also, I have so many ideas but so little time.