staying up ‘til the middle of the night writing his manifesto wondering if this draft will also go into the fire
This was apparently inspired by the insanity that came from my old RP group, Brotoast. :)
Found this and linked it specifically for razerathane who wasn’t around for it’s inception. :)
During the extortion process, the apostate mage said nothing of value. All he could express until he eventually expired was “Hawke, help me!”
The Champion of Kirkwall has not been seen in months.
Even after years away from the Circle, Anders still needs to remind himself that he’s free.
When he wakes in the middle of the night, sweaty and out of breath from another nightmare, he climbs out of bed carefully, so as not to disturb Hawke.
He sneaks down stairs and out the back door, and stands in the courtyard, staring at the stars, breathing in the night air, and pinching himself to make sure this isn’t a dream.
He lets the cool night breeze wash over him and his eyes slip closed. He tells himself that he’s the luckiest man in Thedas. Because sometimes it’s still hard to believe that he has all this. That he has someone who cares about him, who’s willing to fight for him, with him. That he’s still free. That despite everything, he’s happy.
Prompt from azuremosquito: “Am I supposed to wait on you forever?” for Olivia and Anders.
This takes place right before Act 2.
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Anders was taking a shortcut down to Darktown when he heard it. That laugh, the laugh that haunted his dreams, the laugh he strove to hear every day—Olivia’s laugh. He would recognize that melodious sound anywhere.
He rounded the corner of the alleyway, fully expecting to find Olivia making jokes with one of their friends. He did not expect to find her in the company of a Templar.
Anders panicked at the sight, Olivia’s back against the wall of the alley, the Templar advancing on her. Why wasn’t she fighting back? Maker, where was her staff? Whatever the reason, he didn’t have time to worry about it, because he was not about to let a Templar get his hands on her. He took the staff from his back, Justice stirring within him as he prepared to attack the armored warrior.
He barely took a step towards them when she laughed again, and he froze, confused. Anders watched as the Templar closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. He waited for the moment when she’d angrily push him away, but it never came… Olivia kissed him back.
All the air rushed out of his lungs at the sight of the woman he loved kissing another man—a Templar. Jealousy and anger and hurt, swelled within him, Justice whispering accusations in the back of his mind.
She was a distraction who would never love you. She betrayed you. She is a traitor to all mages.
With an angry growl, he partially lost control of the spirit inside him as he advanced on the two still lip-locked against the wall.
Olivia abruptly pulled back, whipping her head towards him, her blue eyes wide as they landed on his. She gasped and shoved the Templar away from her, cautiously stepping towards Anders. She went to speak but the Templar grabbed her arm and shoved her behind him, pointing his sword directly at Anders.