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The feeling is back again. The one right under my breastbone, the one that gnaws into my very flesh, digging out a hole for itself, but I feel it more often then I feel anything anymore. I am completely alone. No one cares if I live, and half the world would celebrate if I died. I pull my matted cloak over my shoulders and hunch against the bitter wind howling down the Frostback Mountains. I haven’t stayed in the same spot twice for the last year. I am always moving, always heading somewhere and nowhere at the same time. If I have a destination in my mind, I know they will find me. When I think I should go left, I’ll go right. An

Cullen ran his fingers over the dying leaves on one of the hedges in the Viscount's garden or former Viscount, as there was no Viscount now. He was waiting for Meredith to come out. Apparently she had some more bitching to do at the keep. As if throwing Kirkwall into dissension with the mages wasn't enough, she had to antagonize the King of Fereldon now. Why she insisted he come along on every trivial task, he didn't know. The woman wore his nerves on a good day, let alone a day where she expected him to play bodyguard. It wasn't his fault half of Kirkwall wanted to kill her. He traveled up the cobbled path, studying the dying plants as he w

"Anders!" My cry echoes down the alleyway. I throw off the Templar's blade and run my sword through his gut. He crashes to the ground. I only spare half a moment to say the Maker's Prayer over the faceless man before I run to Anders. I fall to my knees and gather his form into my arms. He trembles and I see dark blood colors his lips. I press my hand to the wound in his chest. I hardly notice the warm blood seeping through my fingers. I know I can't staunch the blood flow. Iron straps seem to clamp down across my chest. I can't lose him too. Sapphire fissures appear across his face and his eyes gleam cobalt. "I've failed…"croaks the d

       "Is it strange being back here?" Mariana Tabris heard Alistair's soft voice whisper from behind her.        She looked around at the broken crates, run down houses, and muddy streets she used to call home. The alienage was oddly silent, whimpers of the sick and homeless heard easily even through the din of noise filtering in from the Market District. All Mariana could manage was to nod her head. She couldn't trust her voice, not with the tears threatening to break from the barrier she kept them behind. She couldn't cry, she had to be strong. All her life she'd been

Conspiracy, he saw conspiracies wherever he looked. Eamon plotted to overthrow Cailan, Cailan wanted to leave Anora for the Orlesian Empress, and he was the only thing holding the country back from the brink of its destruction. At least, he thought so. He never knew, now, it seemed he saw some sort of plot wherever he went. Marric used to tell him he was paranoid and Rowan would laugh at his ideas of hidden plots. Rowan…he thought he could hear her laughter echoing around his tent and turned to the front just to see the flap being pulled back and Cailan walking in. Cailan was his father's son, in every sense with the exception of his eye

The Gallows ran red with blood, both templars and mages alike had taken causalities. She thundered up the steps to where Meredith knelt, watching her body slowly flake off into ashes. A stray wind picked up the coal colored flakes that used to be the Knight Commander and blew them from Kirkwall and out into the sea. Hawke closed her eyes and took a deep breath, for now Kirkwall would be safe, but she wasn't sure for how long. It had always been a city of turmoil and angst and she doubted it would wander too far from its reputation. She heard a strangled cry from the opposite end of the courtyard reverberate off of the high stone columns and t

Anders stirred awake in the comfortable silence of Hawke's chambers. He kept his eyes closed and let his body adjust to being awake, Justice was cranky. He hated mornings, always had, it was one of the things he had to get used to once they merged. The realization hit him in the middle of his stretch, making his stomach feel as if it were full of lead. Nothing had weighted on it so heavily since he drank Darkspawn blood at his Joining. Today was the day, this thought seemed to resonate with Justice. While Anders dreaded it, Justice craved it, prodding Anders to get into motion. He hated it when Anders moved too slowly, that was why he took ov

Dragon Age Parody to 'Baby, It's Cold Outside' found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=009kRJKf9rg&feature=related Pairings: Anders and F!warrior Hawke ********************************************************************************* "I really can't stay," Anders said, looking out the window at the falling snow. Lillian Hawke stirred from her position on one of her crimson chairs in her library to glance out the window. "But, Anders it's cold outside." She grimaced, watching the little flakes float to the ground. Already it was up to at least her ankle and Bellathor, her mubari, had come in soaking wet from the snow. "I've got to go a

 "It's not so bad, you know. I grew up my entire life in the Circle, you have to see it." Seylene practically pulled Alistair towards the docks. She had rid the tower of demons not so long ago and received a missive from Iving saying he wanted Seylene to see how the Tower was coming along…not to mention they were half dead with fear more demons awaited them in the halls. That is what brought her and Alistair to Lake Calenhad on the fine spring day. "And I grew up in the Chantry, maybe we can make a stop there too." Alistair crossed his arms, following in Seylene's excited wake. "I thought you were raised in the Anderfels by dogs," gi