Anders frowned at the page in front of him. Scanning through the words, he couldn't find a single phrase that seemed familiar. It was his hand-writing, though the letters were formed perhaps a bit more forcefully than he preferred to use, but he didn't remember writing it.
"Justice?" he asked quietly, but the spirit was silent. He wondered when the spirit had decided to take over the manifesto-writing like this. He'd come across a few pages lately that had appeared slipped in between those detailing his own arguments, and he wondered if perhaps Justice had been taking advantage of his exhaustion after far too many late nights to express his opinions a little more... directly. Anders felt a disquietening uneasiness as he stared at the words written in his own hand that he knew had never come from his own mind.
He stared over at the candle; there was a good two hours' worth of wax burned out that he didn't remember. He blinked. That was one hell of a memory gap. It must be well af
Unschooled Hands 1Unschooled Hands 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared around the large cavern with a pleased expression as he wiped the blood from his blade. He glanced around at the rest of his companions as they moved around the cavern. Merrill was turning over bodies with Isabela, the pair of them crowing as they looted various "shinies"; Fenris stood to one side, glowering with distaste as he watched them. He was lounging near the passageway Anders had darted down a few minutes ago, claiming he'd "felt" something. He probably ought to go check everything was alright with the mage.
"Hawke! Come and take a look at this!" called Varric. Hawke glanced over at the dwarf, who was staring intently into a small chest. As Hawke wavered, Varric added, "This looks kinda important, wouldn't you say? Not to mention expensive."
Curiosity piqued, Hawke crossed the cavern towards Varric even as Isabela straightened, the pirate's ears practically pricking up at the word "expensive". "Fenris, go check on Anders," Hawke called back over his shoulder
Consequences 1Consequences 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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. "
Consequences 5Consequences 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The storm had broken shortly before they reached the city. Hawke, Varric and Isabela had gone straight in search of Aveline; Hawke had wanted to drag Anders with them, but uncharacteristically Merrill had put her foot down and insisted Hawke leave the mage be, insisting on walking back with him to his Darktown clinic.
"We'll talk later," Hawke said quietly to Anders as they prepared to go their separate ways. Anders groaned inwardly but nodded. Their parting kiss was brief and almost perfunctory, their minds on other things Hawke's on how he would persuade Aveline to take news of the templars' corruption seriously, Anders' on the plight of the unfortunates doubtlessly waiting for him at his clinic.
"I don't need an escort, Merrill," he remarked as they made their way through Lowtown.
"Of course you don't," she agreed. "I just thought you might like the company. And someone to talk to. If you wanted to, that is."
"There's nothing to talk about," replied Anders tersely.
Consequences 15Consequences 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders was uncharacteristically quiet afterwards. Fenris had slipped gently out of the mage once their hearts had stopped racing and his breath had slowed from ragged pants. He reached for the ragged remains of Anders' shirt and wiped them both down carefully. Anders had lain back, head resting in the crook of the elf's arm, merely watching as he lay still, enervated and silent.
After a while, Fenris touched two fingers to Anders' chin, tilting his head up and around to face him.
"What are you thinking?" he asked quietly, his voice a soft rumble. Anders shook his head, gaze distant. "Do you regret this? Us?"
"No," he said quietly. "I just...." He shrugged, a hand stealing up to brush an errant lock of hair out of his eyes before absently brushing the stubble at the corner of his mouth with a thumb.
"Did I hurt you?" asked Fenris, concerned. Anders glanced up at him and gave a brief, reassuring smile.
"No, you were... gentle with me. I needed that. I needed...." Abruptly he turned his f
Unschooled Hands 8Unschooled Hands 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even before the silent glow of the false dawn had begun to give way to the first rosy hues of sunrise, Hawke was already up out of his bedroll and strapping himself into his armour. Merrill was still rubbing her eyes blearily as she poked the dull embers of the fire back into life and added a few twigs; Isabela was still snoring faintly beneath her blanket.
Varric stomped up the slight incline from the nearby river with the kettle full of water. Merrill nodded thanks as she hung it on the small iron tripod then continued feeding fresh wood to the fire.
"We don't have time for that," growled Hawke as he wrestled with a strap on his breastplate.
"Now, kiddo, we can spare long enough for a drink to wake us up properly," chided Varric. "You know what the Rivaini's like in the mornings."
"She's bad enough after her morning brew,"observed Merrill. "I wouldn't like to be the one waking her without it."
"Wake me without what?" groused Isabela, rolling over and pushing back her blanket. Merrill
Unschooled Hands 3Unschooled Hands 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fenris shifted his grip upon the mage, who hissed softly in pain.
"I cannot fight with you in my arms," the elf said quietly, flicking his eyes up the path ahead then back the way they had come, straining his ears for sounds of pursuit.
"I know," replied Anders testily. "And I'm useless in a fight without my magic."
"Can you stand?"
"I can try," replied the apostate. "Give me my staff."
The elf carefully set the mage down, but kept a supporting arm around his waist as Anders swayed slightly, paling. Fenris shrugged the pack off his shoulder so Anders could retrieve his staff. He leaned heavily upon it, gritting his teeth. He glanced down at the elf's supporting hand.
"Why Fenris, I didn't know you cared," he smirked. The elf whipped his hand away as though the mage's flank had suddenly become red-hot.
"Don't flatter yourself, mage," he hissed, drawing his blade before swinging the pack back up onto his shoulder. He took a step towards the passageway out, then glanced back at the aposta
Consequences 3Consequences 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders could only stare at Fenris, stunned into silence. Fenris regarded him expectantly. As long moments passed and still the mage remained silent, the elf's face fell and a look of uncertainty crept over his eyes.
"You are silent," he observed quietly. Anders' mouth worked wordlessly as he grasped for anything to say.
"Why me?" he finally managed. "Is this some kind of joke? Did Varric put you up to this or- no, I bet it was Isabela, wasn't it?"
The elf frowned. "This is no joke," he said, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.
"I'll bloody kill her," muttered Anders, pushing at the elf as he tried to sit up. With a growl, the elf grasped Anders' wrists in a vice-like grip and slammed him back down upon the bed with his hands pinned above his head; the mage yelped in surprise and stared up at the elf as Fenris crouched over him.
"Why must you make this so difficult?" he growled. Anders' brown eyes widened.
"Y-you mean you're serious?" he stammered.
"Why do you find it so hard
Consequences 10Consequences 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a stunned silence, broken only by an incoherent sound of denial from Hawke as he took a step towards Anders.
"Don't say that! Don't hurt yourself like that!" he pleaded.
"You are not a whore," said Fenris quietly.
Anders stared at the ashes, his body faintly trembling. "Yes I am," he said flatly. "Whore. Abomination. Thing," he spat over his shoulder at Hawke, who flinched. Anders' face contorted into an expression of grief. "Did you think I didn't know? That I couldn't hear?"
"Love, I didn't mean-"
"It doesn't matter what you meant," replied Anders, shaking his head and turning away. "Nothing matters anymore. Whether you meant it or not, it was in your thoughts, in your mind. It's what I am, after all. An abomination. A monster." He laughed bitterly. "Oh Maker, I am the biggest fool of all."
"No, you are not," replied Fenris quietly, taking a step towards him. Anders turned his head and glared at him.
"You've seen what I am," he said quietly. "You've see
Unschooled Hands 4Unschooled Hands 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Watch your step," remarked the elf neutrally. The mage didn't answer; Fenris withstood the temptation to glance back over his shoulder. He had no doubt that Anders' eyes were glaring balefully at his armoured back. If looks could kill... A small smirk caused the corners of his lips to quirk upwards. At least whilst the mage was engaged in fierce hatred of the elf, his mind was no longer wholly upon his wound or the pursuing darkspawn. And it had a handy side effect of shutting him up.
As the tunnel descended lower, it began to narrow and the ceiling grew lower. The passageway was lit only by some strange moss that grew at the base of the stone walls and occasionally in patches stretching up across the walls themselves; it cast everything in a sickly green glow. Fenris glanced back as Anders' footsteps behind him faltered; the mage's face looked ghastly in the eerie half-light, like one moving through a nightmare.
Fenris opened his mouth to speak, but Anders held up a hand t
Unschooled Hands 9Unschooled Hands 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't sure how long he lay there on the grass beneath the shady oak tree, Anders still tied to his back, but eventually he stirred and began to fumble with the knots. His hands were clumsy, nails torn and fingers bleeding, but he patiently persisted until finally he had worked the knots loose and the mage rolled over onto his back, free of the elf.
Fenris sat up and took stock of the situation. They had escaped the maze of narrow tunnels but now he was uncertain as to where they were in relation to the main cavern where they had left the rest of the party. He guessed they were perhaps some way west of the cave entrance, but he wasn't sure just how far.
He turned his attention to Anders, ignoring his own discomforts. The mage had not stirred once, and up here in the daylight he looked ghastly. His face was grey and drawn, dark purplish shadows beneath the sunken eyes, the skin waxy. Stains of blood still clung to his hair, and a small thin rivulet of fresh blood was trickling slowly
Unschooled Hands 6Unschooled Hands 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared down at his hands. The blade had passed the point of clean hours ago, but still he mechanically buffed the polished steel which glinted in the light of the fire. From time to time he glanced up at the cave mouth, eyes narrowing beneath the fierce frown that had not left his face since they had emerged from the cave without the mage and the elf. Not for the first time, he berated himself for having sent Fenris.
He had been aware of the others regarding him quizzically as the afternoon had given way to evening, but as they'd set camp he had remained seated on the treestump, polishing his sword and watching the cave mouth, silent and brooding. Merrill had brought him a bowl of broth which sat on the ground near his feet, untouched and long since cooled.
"You're not fooling anyone, kiddo," remarked Varric quietly as he came to stand next to Hawke.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Varric," replied Hawke coolly, his eyes on his sword as his hands continued to polish no
Blood and Thunder: Soft KittyBlood and Thunder: Soft Kitty4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Anders was sick. Really sick it was icky, it was gross Maeve didn't want to touch him.
She did anyway, the poor mage's puppy eyes were worse than Fenris.
Maeve pushed the door to her room open with her foot, "Anders?"
There was a long, raspy groan from the mound of blankets on her bed in response.
"You want some soup?"
" what kind of soup?"
Maeve rolled her eyes. Dear Maker if he makes me cook again I will kill him.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she brought the bowl to the side of the bed.
"You're going to have to sit up."
"Awww, you didn't tell me that was involved!"
"Fiiinnneee " The mound of blankets shifted, a blonde apostate mage soon emerging. His hair was a tangled mess, his skin pale save for the dark red around his nose his eyes held dark circles. His face was unbelievably gaunt. He sat up, coughing as he did so
"You look like absolute shit."
"Thank you love"
Luck - Chapter 1"All I can remember is.. those things, and my mother, and then fire.. So much fire.. It was hot and I... I could smell the ashes. I could still hear Mommy screaming.."Luck - Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"But how did you get out?"
"A.. A shadow. It grabbed me.. I could feel my feet lift off the ground, I could hear a heart.. And then I.. I blacked out.."
Emily sat half-slumped in the corner of a room in The Hanged Man. Her frail, seven year old frame trembling under the gaze of her questioner. She watches her fingers, pale green eyes barely focusing through her tears, dirty blonde hair clinging to her damp cheeks. She doesn't look up at the sound of a chair scraping across the floorboards, stopping before her. A light 'Hmph' is heard as her questioner settles into his seat.
"How did the fire start?"
"I-I don't know, it just.. It was there.. I remember getting so angry, and-and I could barely breathe.."
"Shh, Sunshine. You're alright, now. Blight's almost over if the news from Ferelden is any good."
Emily peeks up at the
Blood and Thunder: Joining SoulsBlood and Thunder: Joining Souls4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: The writer suggests listening to the song linked in the description while reading.
The world stops, life freezing as the forest fills.
The band of mercenaries are a diverse group, hosting dwarves, elves, humans, and dogs. They move in secret, a tiny caravan traveling through the mountains.
Their faces are somber, guarded, as if they expect assassins to jump out of every shadow. The frowns and stony expressions soften as the day wears on, the group finally stopping at their destination.
The peak overlooks the beauty of Tevinter; the sun just beginning it's decent.
Individuals move, preparing for a ritual that has been performed since the dawn of time. Smiles appear where there were none, happiness and joy almost physical entities in the air.
Today they will not weep, they will not fight. Peace, though fragile, is held. This is a day unlike any other for this group. One that will go down in history.
There is chatter, songs being sung and jokes being retold .but as the appropria
Luck - Chapter 13Eliza wipes a smear of blood away from her face, grimacing a little. She nudges the body of DuPuis with her foot.Luck - Chapter 134 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Thank the Maker. Even his voice bothered me."
Isabela sighs in relief, rubbing her forehead softly. Aveline crosses her arms, shaking her head,
"An innocent man would have surrendered. Perhaps Emeric was right, after all."
Eliza shrugs a little, simply happy she was part of removing one more blood mage from Thedas. She starts towards the door to the estate, glad that at least the disappearances would end. Aveline shoulders the door open, only to be greeted by the panicked face of a familiar elf. Eliza raises a brow, stepping out in front of the Guard-Captain,
"Arianni, what are you doing here..?"
"My boy, Feynriel, he -- I know you sent him to the Dalish, but his nightmares have continued.. Please.. Two days ago, he fell into a nightmare and I fear for his life. Please, Hawke, I beg of you.. You have to save my boy. Keeper Marethari is coming here to meet you, I just assum
Sign of the Maker 12 - FINALESign of the Maker 12 - FINALE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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