Jealousy

   "You know I really regret this idea."  A half-naked Kyah whisperred to Anders from where they sat in The Hanged Man. Playing strip-poker was never a good is idea with Isabela but this time Kyah thought the pirate might be stacking the cards.
   Kyah, Fenris and Anders seemed to be getting the shit-end of the stick right now Kyah only wearing a few undergarments while Fenris was nearly naked. Isabela was eyeing him with intrest. Anders wasn't doing much better but he at least had pants.
   "I'm going to leave before Isabela says something she shouldn't." Fenris grimaced and picked his clothes out of the growing pile. Isabela winked as he tugged on the necessities and slipped out the door. Merrill hiccuped and Aveline tugged her pint away.
   "Nooo!" She wailed scrabbling after Aveline who scrambled to return Merrill's ale. Varric laughed drunkedly. Nodding to Anders the two mages pulled the own items out and ducked into the cold night air.
   "Feels like home." Kyah heaved a sigh, her breath billowing out in wispy clouds.
   "Ferelden," Anders breathed. "I miss it I suppose." He shrugged tugging on his boot strings. "You want company walking? I mean this is Lowtown." Kyah rolled her eyes and playfully punched him on the arm.
   "How could I refuse?" She replied sarcastically setting out torwards home. Anders walked right beside her, silently probbing her with his eyes. Kyah shivered whether from cold or his eyes she knew not.
   When they finally arrived at Kyah's Uncle Gamlen's house he hadn't said word. They stood on the stoop of the house waiting for the other to say something. As Kyah opened her mouth to say good-bye he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
   "See you... Later?" She stuttered he nodded and slipped into the shadows.

   Fenris frowned from across the table Kyah and the other mage were whisperring to each other. He had noticed Isabela's intrest all night and also her cheating, he had only come because Kyah asked him too. Now she was ignoring him and flirting with an abomination. Muttering an exuse he took his leave, escaping the smells of stale vomit and human piss.
   Taking a deep breath he ducked into an empty alley fixing his armor and cursing the wench who made him take it all off. Had it been Hawke... Shaking himself he leaned against the wall, no desire to go to sleep or even return to Hightown weasling it's way back to him.
   The lyrium branded into his skin began to glow a dim blue giving him away. The tavern door opened and Kyah and Anders stepped out. Fenris couldn't hear their conversation but Kyah was blushing. His anger flared and his vision became hazily red as they began walking together.
   "I really shouldn't," he told himself unable to resist spieing on them. Sticking to the shadows, a finely tuned trait of his, Fenris crept after them... They weren't talking...?
   As they reached Gamlen's house Fenris felt a growl rising in his throat. The abomination was going to try to make a move. Kyah didn't relize it until his lips brushed her cheek. Turning to the nearest wall Fenris punched it as hard as he could, leaving a large dent in the building and an elf with bloody knuckles.