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“What is it exactly that you are up to Assassin?” Alistair questioned as he walked out into the training yard. “Oh? I thought it was obvious of what I am doing,” Zevran said as he released an arrow, watching until the arrow plunged into the target before reaching back for another. “Since when do you use arrows?” Alistair asked curiously as he walked a little closer. “When did I ever say that I didn’t, hmmm?” Zevran mocked with a smile as he pulled the tension back on his bow. “You’ve never used a bow before in battle,” Alistair started as he looked over Zevran’s

It felt like hours had passed since the police had shown up, Merlissia had lost count of how many times she told them what happened. Quietly she looked up to the sky to see the sun was almost setting, she figured that they had maybe an hour left before the fireworks started. Holding her breath, she turned to look back at Zevran to see him rubbing his wrists from where the cuffs were fastened too tightly. “Well now, that is not how I saw today going,” Zevran finally said as he looked over to Merlissia as he straightened his hair. “Zevran…” Merlissia started as she looked down to her hands as she nervously rubbe

Fenris' eye shot open as he heard a loud crash coming from a nearby room. He whispered a quick shush as he pushed himself out of bed to see what was happening. A loud crash echoed through the halls as Fenris walked through the door. The eerie glow coming from the spare room Zevran and Merlissia used was clue enough for where the commotion was coming from. Quickly he hurried over to the room, looking in to see Zevran pushing Merlissia behind him protectively. "I see, you finally decided to let the monster you harbor out," Zevran said as he tried to clear a path for him to get to Anders. "Demon? I am no demon!" Justice shouted from the side

Maker we have to fix this Anders thought as he tried to ignore the way Hawke followed him as though she was his pet. She had been doing it since she woke up. Originally he had hoped that she was just weak and groggy, that her mind hadn't caught up to her but now that they were back in Kirkwall nothing had improved. He agreed to stay with her in her estate, trying to make things easier but that was not what was happening. He brought her to her room, and it was like she couldn't believe it. Her eyes were wide with excitement for a moment before she realized herself and fell to her knees reflexively thanking Anders for such a gift. She hardly

“Well, I’ll be a nug’s uncle… this is a sight,” Varric said as he started looking around the large house. “This could be a great place to camp.” “I don’t know about that… there is no need for us to shelter ourselves so far away from the caravan,” Amaya said with a pause as she leaned against the door way to the bathing chamber, waiting to see how the others were going to react. “Then why did you drag all of us out this way?” Carver asked as he turned towards his sister. “Ah, I’m glad you asked… But before I say anything.. Anders, is this area

The cool water felt like ice on his face as he washed his face, as if it would wash the memories from his mind. Dreadfully, he looked up into the mirror as he began to dry is face on the lush towel he had pulled out. For the last couple of hours he had gazed upon himself in the mirror. His eyes looking over the new wounds that would become scars on his chest, one wrapping along his side, a gash above his heart. But he had spent the majority of his time looking over his back. His eyes tracing each line that was carved into his flesh, knowing that it would scar. Leaving him with a message of their time there. A constant reminder of his failure

The cold drops of rain crashed on his face as he stared blindly into the cloud covered sky. She is everywhere I go… everyone I see he thought as he felt the cold breeze send a chill down his spine. They say that over time you heal… this winter is gone and I still can't sleep… Summer is on the way, at least that's what they say, but these clouds won't leave he thought as guilt and regret sank their claws in his fragile heart. Slowly his shoulders slumped as his head sunk down, staring blankly to the muddied earth beneath him. Slowly his long golden locks fell loose, shielding his face from the breeze. I had always thought that