“who is the betrayer, who’s the killer in the crowd?” - florence + the machine
So, that whole 
drabble365days thing? Definitely still going strong. Because I am a terrible, horrible person like that. Therefore, fic!
Four of eight of these, since sticking all of them together was starting to get a little unwieldy. Sorry for flist spam?
In Death, Sacrifice
Prompt: Pretend
Word Count: 254
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Anders (Anders/F!Hawke)
Warnings: Dragon Age II spoilers
Summary:He has lied to the woman he claimed to love, manipulated her desire to heal him to further his own ends.
Anders steps into the Chantry the moment Hawke has the Grand Cleric's full attention. The weight of the explosives carefully hidden within his robes reminds him with every step what it cost to make it this far. He has lied to the woman he claimed to love, manipulated her desire to heal him to further his own ends. She will not forgive him for this transgression, and he does not expect her to. But he has no choice, has had no choice from the moment he accepted Justice's offer. Once he took that first step he had condemned himself to seeing this through to the end. To whatever end. Hawke does not - cannot understand this. Anders does not want her to understand. He is signing his own death warrant with his actions tonight and he won't bring her down with him. Justice wants to draw her into this, knows they can convince her to aid their cause. Hawke has never been able to tell him no, after all, and Justice has no qualms about using every available resource to further is cause, about leaving them discarded in his wake. Even her. But for this, for her Anders will fight the spirit with everything he has. He will not let her get hurt, not any more than he must. Instead he will lie and deceive those closest to him so that when the time comes the blame will be laid solely at his feet. She will be safe. He owes her that much.
Stolen Moments
Prompt: Pretend
Word Count: 150
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: F!Hawke, F!Hawke/Anders
Warnings: Mild Dragon Age II spoilers
Summary:Hawke has always been, above all else, a realistic woman.
Hawke has always been, above all else, a realistic woman. She knew from the start that her relationship with Anders would never be a normal one and that was a price she was willing to pay. She would take the nights spent watching him pace in front of the fire with eyes more blue than brown if it meant that she also got the times when he was all hers, when they could pretend that no Fade spirit lurked beneath his skin, no oppressed mages could drag him from her arms. When she could fool herself, just for a moment, into believing that she was the most important thing in his life, as he was in hers. When she could believe that against all odds they could find their happy ending, that there was something more in their future than blood and tears and heartbreak. Just for a moment.
Under His Skin
Prompt: Something There
Word Count: 215
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: F!Hawke, F!Hawke/Anders
Warnings: Mild Dragon Age II spoilers
Summary:She never expected it to be easy
She never expected it to be easy - she wasn't an idiot, whatever Fenris might say. Loving an abomination, loving a wanted apostate, loving a man who would always, always put his cause before her; easy wasn't an option for them.
But every day now she saw more and more of Anders slip away, saw Justice (Vengeance, call him what he is) simmering beneath his skin, tainting everything he did. Anders was never himself anymore, never the man she had fought beside for seven years, shared her bed and her heart with for nearly as along. He still looked like Anders, certainly, but she knew him well enough by now to see the tell- tale signs of Justice in everything he did, every move he made. His sense of humor was all but gone, replaced with an unrelenting focus on mage freedom that terrified her as much as it depressed her. Gatherings at the Hanged Man had one less member as he locked himself in the bedroom - never their bedroom, even after all these years - churning out copies and revisions of his manifesto. She was losing him to the spirit within his body and she had no idea how to stop it. She wasn't even sure that he would want her to...
Empty Eyes
Prompt: First
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 332
Characters/Pairings: Anders, Owain
Summary:Anders is not quite thirteen when he meets his first Tranquil mage.
Anders is not quite thirteen when he meets his first Tranquil mage. He is exploring the Tower one afternoon when he is supposed to be in his beginning Primal class (he hates that class - full of kids five, six, seven years younger than him and teachers who never bother to conceal their contempt for him, as though he is in a class for six year olds because he's stupid, not because his damned magic had waited until he twelve to manifest...) when he manages to stumble into the second floor stockroom and run - quite literally - into Owain. The Tranquil stares down at him with empty eyes, sunburst brand on his forehead a vivid red against pale skin. Just the sight of him standing there, stiff and uncomfortable and utterly uncaring, sets Anders' teeth on edge with the wrongness of it. Then Owain begins to speak, explains the concept of Tranquility in all its gruesome glory, and Anders has to sprint to the nearest privy to avoid sicking up all over Owain's shoes. Not that he would care (cut off from the Fade, no dreams, no emotions, preferable to the Harrowing). Anders shudders as he rinses out his mouth, water sloshing down the front of his robes when his hands shake too hard to hold it. This is - there are no words for how much a violation this is. How do the templars get away with... with that? What possible rationalization could there be to strip a person of everything they are?
He can't stay here, he realizes then, can't stay in a place where Tranquility is considered a solution, where the threat of having his very being torn away from him hangs over his head every single day. He can't.
That night, Anders doesn't sleep. He lies awake in his bunk and listens to the soft sounds of his fellow apprentices, the beginnings of an escape plan simmering in his brain. He will not stay here. He cannot.
drabble365days thing? Definitely still going strong. Because I am a terrible, horrible person like that. Therefore, fic!
Four of eight of these, since sticking all of them together was starting to get a little unwieldy. Sorry for flist spam?
In Death, Sacrifice
Prompt: Pretend
Word Count: 254
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Anders (Anders/F!Hawke)
Warnings: Dragon Age II spoilers
Summary:He has lied to the woman he claimed to love, manipulated her desire to heal him to further his own ends.
Anders steps into the Chantry the moment Hawke has the Grand Cleric's full attention. The weight of the explosives carefully hidden within his robes reminds him with every step what it cost to make it this far. He has lied to the woman he claimed to love, manipulated her desire to heal him to further his own ends. She will not forgive him for this transgression, and he does not expect her to. But he has no choice, has had no choice from the moment he accepted Justice's offer. Once he took that first step he had condemned himself to seeing this through to the end. To whatever end. Hawke does not - cannot understand this. Anders does not want her to understand. He is signing his own death warrant with his actions tonight and he won't bring her down with him. Justice wants to draw her into this, knows they can convince her to aid their cause. Hawke has never been able to tell him no, after all, and Justice has no qualms about using every available resource to further is cause, about leaving them discarded in his wake. Even her. But for this, for her Anders will fight the spirit with everything he has. He will not let her get hurt, not any more than he must. Instead he will lie and deceive those closest to him so that when the time comes the blame will be laid solely at his feet. She will be safe. He owes her that much.
Stolen Moments
Prompt: Pretend
Word Count: 150
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: F!Hawke, F!Hawke/Anders
Warnings: Mild Dragon Age II spoilers
Summary:Hawke has always been, above all else, a realistic woman.
Hawke has always been, above all else, a realistic woman. She knew from the start that her relationship with Anders would never be a normal one and that was a price she was willing to pay. She would take the nights spent watching him pace in front of the fire with eyes more blue than brown if it meant that she also got the times when he was all hers, when they could pretend that no Fade spirit lurked beneath his skin, no oppressed mages could drag him from her arms. When she could fool herself, just for a moment, into believing that she was the most important thing in his life, as he was in hers. When she could believe that against all odds they could find their happy ending, that there was something more in their future than blood and tears and heartbreak. Just for a moment.
Under His Skin
Prompt: Something There
Word Count: 215
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: F!Hawke, F!Hawke/Anders
Warnings: Mild Dragon Age II spoilers
Summary:She never expected it to be easy
She never expected it to be easy - she wasn't an idiot, whatever Fenris might say. Loving an abomination, loving a wanted apostate, loving a man who would always, always put his cause before her; easy wasn't an option for them.
But every day now she saw more and more of Anders slip away, saw Justice (Vengeance, call him what he is) simmering beneath his skin, tainting everything he did. Anders was never himself anymore, never the man she had fought beside for seven years, shared her bed and her heart with for nearly as along. He still looked like Anders, certainly, but she knew him well enough by now to see the tell- tale signs of Justice in everything he did, every move he made. His sense of humor was all but gone, replaced with an unrelenting focus on mage freedom that terrified her as much as it depressed her. Gatherings at the Hanged Man had one less member as he locked himself in the bedroom - never their bedroom, even after all these years - churning out copies and revisions of his manifesto. She was losing him to the spirit within his body and she had no idea how to stop it. She wasn't even sure that he would want her to...
Empty Eyes
Prompt: First
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 332
Characters/Pairings: Anders, Owain
Summary:Anders is not quite thirteen when he meets his first Tranquil mage.
Anders is not quite thirteen when he meets his first Tranquil mage. He is exploring the Tower one afternoon when he is supposed to be in his beginning Primal class (he hates that class - full of kids five, six, seven years younger than him and teachers who never bother to conceal their contempt for him, as though he is in a class for six year olds because he's stupid, not because his damned magic had waited until he twelve to manifest...) when he manages to stumble into the second floor stockroom and run - quite literally - into Owain. The Tranquil stares down at him with empty eyes, sunburst brand on his forehead a vivid red against pale skin. Just the sight of him standing there, stiff and uncomfortable and utterly uncaring, sets Anders' teeth on edge with the wrongness of it. Then Owain begins to speak, explains the concept of Tranquility in all its gruesome glory, and Anders has to sprint to the nearest privy to avoid sicking up all over Owain's shoes. Not that he would care (cut off from the Fade, no dreams, no emotions, preferable to the Harrowing). Anders shudders as he rinses out his mouth, water sloshing down the front of his robes when his hands shake too hard to hold it. This is - there are no words for how much a violation this is. How do the templars get away with... with that? What possible rationalization could there be to strip a person of everything they are?
He can't stay here, he realizes then, can't stay in a place where Tranquility is considered a solution, where the threat of having his very being torn away from him hangs over his head every single day. He can't.
That night, Anders doesn't sleep. He lies awake in his bunk and listens to the soft sounds of his fellow apprentices, the beginnings of an escape plan simmering in his brain. He will not stay here. He cannot.