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Anders moped his head down his eyes wide over the body of his beloved Hawke, something began to stir inside, blue lights rippled across Anders' slumped form and suddenly it burst forth, Anders stood, everyone had stopped to stare.
Within moments the Templars where down, Anders... No Justice was still seething.
A hand on his shoulder brought Anders back to reality, he turned to see.
"Hawke!" He brought his love into a hug, discarding his staff, pulling her closely.
"Everything is ok Anders, I'm right here" suddenly a sharp pain in Anders abdomen caused him to pull away, he looked down to see a dagger, Hawke holding the hilt, she pushed him down and stared at him, looking down on him.
"Hawke... I" Anders heaved
"Shhhh, don't talk... I always hated it when you talked" she said a hard edge to her voice. Anders wheezed tying to sit up, the knife protruding from his gut.
"Hawke." He wheezed reaching up to her grabbing at her leather armour, Hawke shrugged him off.
"Don't touch me." She snapped. "Filthy Mage." She muttered. Hawke was a rouge she didn't fit under Mage category nor worrier.
Hawke turned her back on Anders and walked away, takin her party with her, Fenris looked at the Mage bleeding on the ground, but he turned and followed Hawke, Carver like his sister turned and walked away without hesitation.
Anders reached for his staff and clutched at it, he hauled himself up, he ripped the knife out and drank a healing potion and winced as he started to walk using his staff as a walking stick.
He got back to his clinic late, he locked up and went straight to bed. He woke the next morning to banging on the clinic doors.
"Anders open up!" A familiar voice called, Anders stumbled out if bed, still in his clothes from the day before, blood splattered, he opened the door to see Varric.
"What have you been up to this morning?" Varric asked looking at the blood on his coat.
"What do you need Dwarf?" He asked groggily.
"The team needs you, we're going into the caverns underneath dark town and we need someone to navigate, Anders could see Hawke sitting on the steps leading to the clinic.
"After she stabbed me yesterday?" Anders asked. "Are you nuts?"
Varric shifted his weight.
"Look blondie, no one else can navigate the caverns like you can ok, we need your help! Now will you help us or not?" Varric asked trying to persuade Anders to help them, and possibly get Hawke and Anders back together.
Hawke was under the influence of some sort of toxin one of the spiders had given off that day they were fighting the Templars. Hawke didn't want to talk to Anders, she felt terrible; she held her head in her hands while Varric persuaded Anders, who finally decided to go with them. Hawke lead the way as usual and Anders held himself at the back, behind Fenris, Carver had left the group and been replaced by Varric; a much better choice in Anders’ opinion.
Once they reached the caverns Ander’s took out a map and handed it to Hawke, averting his gaze, Hawke’s hand brushes against Anders’ and he dropped the map pulling his hand back his head snapping around to look at Hawke, gripping his staff, Hawke gave him a sad smile before turning her attention to the map.
“So where are we now?” Hawke wondered aloud. Anders moved over and pointed to their location on the map.
“We want to head up these passages here and we should reach our destination in no time.” He said tracing his finger along the map. Hawke nodded and turned her head towards Anders, she felt the feathers from his coat brush against her arm, un-knowingly she leaned into him, he was warm and he wasn’t guarding himself with his staff any more, she sighed momentarily before realising what she had just done, and pushed herself away.
“We know where we’re going so let’s move along.” She ordered, her fists clenched and her shoulder tensed she walked forwards, Anders hung himself at the back of the group again.
After the group had scavenged what they needed from the caverns, they headed towards their final destination, a clearing on the outside of the cavern, rumoured to be the home of a large dragon, Hawke and he band of merry… or not so merry men, had been offered a handsome sum of money to defeat it, who’s going to say no to money, certainly not Hawke, they reached the clearing, and it seemed well, clear, not a dragon insight. Hawke heard rustling in the bushes and braced herself, ready to pull her daggers to fight, the rustling ceased as three baby dragons scurried from the bushes into the clearing, the other team members readied them self, where there where baby dragons there would most likely be a mother dragon, without fail a dragon descended from above and roared to the heavens, Hawke slashed at the beast as it brought its tail around to through her back she ducked under it and rolled, as she came up she lunged into a sprint running at the beast she slashed at the dragonlings that came at her teeth snapping, and tiny squeaks that were supposed be their interpretation of a ferocious roar one of the dragonlings, charged at Hawke and she threw her knifes into it, retrieving them on her way passed as she went to attack the mother hacking and slashing at the beast, while Fenris slashed with his great sword, and Varric stood back using Bianca to fire shots at the beast, Anders stood back and using his Magic to whittle away at the monsters health as it roared rearing it head upwards, she flapped her wings and flew upwards, before plummeting hoping to shake the ground, and through the worriers off balance, which she managed to do, Hawke was just getting up before the Dragon came down with a mighty palm Hawke shrieked as the Palm struck her down, she tried to keep it back using all her strength, Anders ran to help her, but Fenris cut the Mighty Beasts arm before Anders could reach her.
“Better luck next time Mage.” He muttered to Anders as he passed him, Hawke got herself up and went back to work Anders had to almost force himself not to aim at Fenris as he used his staff to shoot magic at the great beast. A ferocious roar escaped the beast as she fell, and lay motionless as the Roar echoed through the valley, Hawke stood straight panting. She put her daggers away, and collected what loot and, bits and pieces she could from the dragon and its babies before heading back through the caverns. When they got back to town Hawke got Fenris and Varric to go on without her and she would catch up, she held Anders back to talk to him, Fenris gave Hawke a kiss on the cheek before glaring at Anders and walking away.
“What is it Hawke?” Anders asked a slight tone of anger in his voice.
“About that time that I stabbed you—” Hawke was cut off by Anders
“Don’t remind me” he seethed
“Anders listen.” Hawke said grabbing his arm
“No, you listen!” he growled grabbing her wrist that had grabbed his arm, she let go wincing at the force Anders had grabbed her with. “I love you Hawke, I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you; you are the first non-mage to show me any kindness, the first non-mage, to listen to me, to actually give a damn about me…” Anders trailed off, his voice shaky, he sounded like he was about to burst into tears
“Anders.” Hawke whispered
“I love you damn it!” he blurted, and as Hawke had expected Tears began to roll down his cheeks, the glistened in the sunlight, like tiny diamonds, Hawke wiped them away gently.
“I love you too Anders, really I do, I didn’t mean to hurt you… the spiders fluids… they messed me up a little.” Hawke replied, she put a hand on Anders cheek and gently guided his head so it was directly in front of hers, gazed into his eyes before closing hers and bringing him into a soft, sweet kiss.
“I love you Anders.” Hawke said breaking the kiss
“And I you Hawke.” Anders replied kissing her gently.