|My beautiful Lilac; the love of my life and the woman who has to live with and tolerate me for the rest of our days.|
HeedingHeeding by SurelyForth
Game: Dragon Age 2
Character pairing: F!Hawke/Anders
Disclaimer: Rated T for language and mild sexual content.
As far as he's concerned, the world is two women.
And one of them is dying.
She's been propped against her sister for the past hour, unable to stay upright on her own. Wil is urging sips from a magic-cooled flask but Bethany refuses for the hundredth time. Were it anyone else, Wil would have downed the entirety of its contents herself just to prove a point. Bethany, though, gets infinite patience and a strong arm around her thin shoulders.
Anders can see those shoulders shaking, even at a distance. He can see the way every breath is a battle won, and the way her plain, pretty features are being distorted by the creeping corruption within her blood.
Worse yet, he can feel it crawling through his veins, too, an oil-slick and corrosive reminder of the cost of his freedom. Freedom that wasn't free at all, something he'd tried to convey t
Stronger than thisStronger than this by emmav
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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I have fifteen Asian Ball-Jointed Dolls. I am 20-something years old. I have never stopped playing with dolls.