The Friends of the Champion
Complete antidote to my last fiction, haha. This little bit of silly takes place long before the previous post when Kirkwall sat in the eye of the storm. Hawke and his companions enjoy the peace, unaware that - between them - it is they who will bring about its end.
Just a bit of stupid fun, but bitter sweet if you know what's to come ^_^
"Okay so - stop me if you've heard this one."
It's late, probably very late, in the Hanged Man. Cortland Hawke looks absently around the room, as if the time might just leap from the boarded walls and make itself known.
Heaving another draught from his tankard, the newly-dubbed 'Champion of Kirkwall' gives up any pretence of caring what time it is anyway and lets his head rest on his arms, his gaze moving toward the party's resident healer. Anders is holding court, having seemingly nominated himself as entertainer for the latter part of the evening in the absen
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Ashes from the burning chantry remains dance their way across the courtyard, ticking off the seconds, minutes of silence, before it is finally broken by a small, choked voice that can wait in silence no more.
"You hate me right now, don't you? You want to make me hurt, make me suffer; pay for what I've done. And yet, somehow, I'm under your skin. Unbidden, I have crept into the deepest parts of you until until you cannot conceive of a world without me in it. And you hate me all the more for it."
The dagger at the speaker's back pauses. The hand holding it shakes.
"Ask me how I know."
Cortland Hawke bites down hard on his lower lip as his fingers twitch on the knife's hilt. Is it to stop his mouth from answering the question? As blood is drawn from the wounds his teeth inflict he realises that, no, he just needed to feel something. Slight though it is, the pain is something different. It's not here. It's not this.
The blond head in front of him is dipped. Long, white, sha
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" Then you'll be on your way, Shem."
"Understood. We won't impose on you for a minute longer than is absolutely necessary.
Anders could just make out their words as his brain dragged itself reluctantly into consciousness. His head was a wad of cotton, and it was with a great effort that he managed to open his eyes a crack to get his bearings.
The first person who had spoken was marching smartly away, towards red sails and treetops.
Dalish. The thought connected and Anders suddenly understood why he'd been unable to place the smells and sounds around him. He was outside. Far away from the city; from any city from the feel of it. Far away from Kirkwall.
Oh, Maker. He'd really done it. Memories hit him in a rush and a hand involuntarily went to his brow, pressing his temples as he squeezed his eyes back shut and fought against the horrible onslaught of emotion. He could see everyone's faces at the moment of the blast. He could hear Sebastian's violent th
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So it had come to this. All of the tears, patience, words and hopes. It had all come down to a few brief moments in time that would change the world.
A judder of the earth beneath them.
A red beam of light, piercing the heavens and parting the swirling clouds.
A silence; one that hung heavy and thick like foam atop the peak of a wave just before the crash.
A resounding explosion that would haunt those within earshot of it for the rest of their days.
And an awful, awful silence.
It was broken by a breathy exclamation from Meredith, but Sebastian's ears didn't, wouldn't, hear her. They didn't care what she had to say. They didn't care what anyone had to say any more.
The tanned arms that circled his chest from behind had been the only things stopping him from hurtling towards the eery red flames and into the jaws of oblivion as the ground had shaken. He would gladly go there if it meant he could bring Elthina back from it.
"And just how is you running in there going to help an
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Take A Man's Cat
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age.
Note: Inspired by a discussion in the Anders thread on BSN.
Fayle Failgai had actually been born in Ferelden, loathe as he was to admit it. That had been back in the civilized days when the martyr Meghren was ruling over this barbaric land. Meghren had always been one of Fayle's personal heroes for his ability to put up with these people for so many years, if nothing else.
Fayle knew that he'd have to make a lot of sacrifices when he became a Warden but none were as horrific as this. Following the announcement that Warden-Commander Angélique Amell apparently had better things to do with her time, Fayle had been ignobly banished to Ferelden himself and sent to watch over the motley collection Amell had gathered.
There was a Dalish elf-mage who had supposedly died but left no body as well as a possessed corpse who had also ceased to be unnaturally animated. What manner of blasphemy did these Ferelden barbarian get up to anyw
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Varric shifted nervously. Fenris and Anders both jumped at the motion and Varric gave them an apologetic look. None of them knew what to do. They'd been standing there for several minutes, as Kaja knelt motionless, holding her mother's body. She wasn't crying, as far as Anders could tell. That worried him. They wanted to give her time, but they couldn't stay here forever.
"Anders." He jumped again when she finally spoke. She'd said it quietly but it shattered the dead air. She gently laid the body down on the ground, smoothed the hair, twitched folds of the dress into neatness.
He stepped forward, worried at the lack of emotion in her voice. She must be hurting terribly, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her and make her forget. She stood up, still staring at the body. "Burn it."
"What?" He couldn't have heard right.
Now she looked at him, and he flinched. Her silver eyes, the sparkle that captivated him so, were flat and grey. "My mother is gone. That isn't her, anymore. I don't
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Title: Act IV
Game: Dragon Age 2
characters/pairing: Hawke x Anders with others
Disclaimer: Copyright by Bioware, MxM romance, implied sex.
The ship rode the waves roughly as it sped north, chased by storms and ill intentions. Hawke lay dead to the world in his bunk, one arm tossed over the side, fingers brushing the floor as the ship rolled. It would be nice to imagine his sleep as dreamless, but after what had happened in Kirkwall, none that walked away would ever sleep easy again.
"Oh for... Wake up, Hawke," came the words, the annoyed Rivani accent penetrating the fog of sleep that had claimed him.
"Go away Isabela," Hawke mumbled, but the rolling ship betrayed him, and a particularly vicious wave nearly sent him tumbling to the floor. "Maker's breath," he muttered as he reluctantly opened his eyes. "Be honest with me, we are sinking, aren't we? Why did you have to go and wake me, drowning in my sleep seems to be one of better ways to go these days."