Legacy - Chapter OpeningHawke lifted her staff, swinging it down to bury the head of a deep stalker into the dirt.
They were surrounded, the vile creatures clawing and gnashing, the air filled with their maddening chitters promising a fight that would never end. Fenris was at her side, somehow managing to attack and cover her as she worked her most destructive spells, striking out from her unprotected flanks whenever she was forced to resort to hand to hand.
Varric and Anders were a short distance away, similarly surrounded, and a quick glance showed Hawke how overstretched they were. Anders was desperately trying to hold the deep stalkers at bay long enough for Varric to expertly pick them off, but they would soon be overrun – with all his on-going difficulties, Anders was too weak to keep up such an insane pace. Hawke could feel her own will depleted dangerously low, and with their lyrium potions spent their limited inner reserves were all they had left.
Enough of this. With a cry, Hawke unleas
Merriment and Muffins - Chapter OpeningFenris scanned over the fine script again certain he must have misread something only to find that his eyes weren’t deceiving him for the umpteenth time. The invitation was clear:
You are cordially invited to an evening of ‘merriment and muffins’ tonight at the Hawke estate.
Bring wine, if you like.
He rolled his eyes and began making his way up to his room. He’d only just returned from running an errand in Lowtown, and after paying Varric a quick visit had returned to find this ‘summons’ pushed under his front door. Sandal or Bodahn must have been about delivering them though he hadn’t seen either dwarf on his wanderings. He was certain that such an event would be for a sizeable gathering so Varric must have been invited too.
Strange how he’d made no mention of it, he thought. Though… perhaps not so, he reconsidered, it is Varric after all. No doubt he kept quiet for some mischievous reason o
Alone in the Dark - Chapter OpeningHawke’s heart raced under her fingertips as she pressed a hand to her chest in comfort. She couldn’t take her eyes off the rubble piled before her, unable to believe that the fight was over, that she and the others had somehow survived. Terror and doubt kept her fixed, waiting for the massive boulders to reform into the monstrous wraith again, yet there was only stillness, weighty as the silence was deafening.
Exhausted, Hawke fell back against the cold stone pillar behind her, her hand covering her eyes to help ward off the hot sting of tears - an inevitable side effect of the emotional storm flooding her system now she had a moment to think. A few breaths later she had control again and let her hand fall away from her face.
The cavernous chamber was filled with a lurid red glow fuelled by the enormous crystals incrusting the walls. The hue did nothing for Anders’s already pasty colouring as he limped toward her. She could only assume she looked worse given his expre
Penchant for Violence (P2) - Chapter Opening“Are you a Dreamer?” Fenris repeated with a snarl, watching intently for any sign of recognition in Hawke’s eyes. To his knowledge such power was sinister and rare, and he didn’t know her abilities well enough to rule out the possibility. Alliance be damned, he could not risk falling prey to that kind of magic, or allowing that kind of power to become a tool Danarius could use against him. His original ‘clean slate’ option was the only viable solution left. His glowing fist clenched tighter.
“Fenris,” Hawke breathed, trembling and barely able to stand; blood running down her cheek from a gash at her temple. “I don’t know what you’re asking me,” she managed, finally, “What do you mean a ‘Dreamer’?”
His grip stiffened in warning. “Don’t toy with me, mage. You enter the Fade at will, able to infiltrate other’s minds as they sleep.”
“I, I don’t…”
The Demon Born - Chapter 2: Marie Amell
The glowing embers made for a strangely beautiful sight in the twilight. Hawke held out her hand, allowing one to land in her open palm, ignoring the way it burned her skin. It was good to feel, even if the sensation wasn’t overly pleasant. It reminded her that she hadn’t lost the ability entirely.
She was sat at the foot of the steep stone steps that would have once led to Kirkwall’s Chantry, now, only a smouldering pile of rubble remained.
She looked up at the destruction briefly, feeling her heart break a little more with the memory of this atrocity thrust upon her again. Despite the keenness of it the sight did little to stir the tumultuous emotions Hawke remembered being nearly overwhelmed by once. Maybe simple repetition was finally rendering the vision mute. She would allow herself to hope so, though somehow, she knew better.
A flutter of cloth and leather signalled the return of a now well-known presence, but Hawke offered no acknowledgement, she didn’t
The Demon Born - Chapter 1: Hindsight
Varric swirled the dregs of his drink, contemplating whether it was worth having another.
“Get you a re-fill?” he was asked amiably.
The question had him lifting his head, managing with some difficulty to shift his gaze above the serving lass’s corseted bosom as she wiped down the counter in front of him. He met her friendly smile with one of his own.
“Ah, Pansy, you read my mind,” he said, proffering her his tankard. Her full-lipped smile broadened, she couldn’t have been much older than eighteen Varric realised.
“It’s ‘Pansy’ now, is it?” she asked sweetly, taking his empty and turning to the huge keg behind her, blonde ringlets bouncing all the way. “So far I’ve been Buttercup, Tulip and Snowdrop. At this rate I’ll be ‘Posey’ by closing.”
Varric laughed. “But a very fetching one none the less.”
“Flatterer,” she chided, handing him his re-fill.