Stronger than this
WARNING: This is not a pretty scene...there is blood and angst, so if you're not a fan of suffering, you may not want to read. But - underneath it all, it's something nice - honest. ^_~
"Anders Anders where are you?"
Cortland Hawke tried not to wince at the embarrassingly girlish edge to his own voice as he stepped gingerly over the corpses of dragons and darkspawn littering the tunnel through which he walked. He was the Champion of Kirkwall, damn it all, not some weak-hearted oh, Maker what did he just step in?
Pinching his lips together, Cortland scraped the bottom of his boot on a convenient patch of moss, gripped the handle of his dagger just a little tighter, and continued into the murky darkness.
Truth be told, he was getting anxious. Unlike the mage he was following, Cortland had no warden senses to tingle and alert him to darkspawn presence. Maybe coming in here alone hadn't been the wisest move, but he had been acting on reflex.
By the time they'd
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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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Hawke barely flinched as the empty bottle smashed against the wall.
"If the abomination is going then I'm staying!"
"I said no, and that is my final word!" The elf glared at the warrior, his green eyes flashing with fury as he spat out his denial before turning upon his heel. "Get out," he growled.
Hawke regarded the taut set of the elf's shoulders thoughtfully before stepping closer.
"It's slavers," he said quietly, his breath ghosting over the delicately curving shell of the elf's ear. Fenris closed his eyes briefly, hands clenching into fists.
"Don't ask me to go with you whilst he is by your side," he said quietly.
Hawke sighed. "I thought you and he after what-"
"You thought wrong," Fenris snapped as he strode away towards the empty, cold fireplace. Hawke sighed and ran a hand through his black hair, shaking his head. "He's our healer, Fenris; we need him. You know that."
Fenris turned, resting a hand on the marble mantelpiece. "
DA:O - Jowan's ShameTo Jowan's shame, the Warden never failed to look him in the eye when they spoke. It was more than anyone else in the castle would do, that mere human contact. What few of Redcliffe's defenders remained alive, all men he had so recently stood beside when the Warden left on his desperate journey to the Circle tower, supplicated and cajoled fought for when the demon overcame the boy once more and so many of the men's minds ceased to be their own, had returned to being his jailors. None of them could look at him now, men he knew by name and by peril, their fear, disgust or shame written in their averted eyes when they passed his meals between the bars of his cell. When he spoke to them, asked them what news of the Warden, many cursed him. Some did not reply at all. Only one, a knight whose courtesy overcame his revulsion, would answer him honestly.DA:O - Jowan's Shame4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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