Fic: Distractions
So since I got two fillings and a tooth out, have some Act 1 Hawke/Anders genfic. Even if I did intend to write something for Theron and Shianni (far as my headcanon went (until Survivors at least) I kind of liked them together) but that doesn't seem to be happening. Tonight at least.
Title: Distractions
Fandom: Dragon Age 2
Characters: M!Hawke, Anders
Summary: Hawke makes it his mission to ensure Anders looks after himself.
He'd like to think it takes a lot for something to truly get to him, however, what it does take is seeing what Qunari do to their mages. Seeing that almost makes him run for Lothering.
Ketojan is dead, by his own hand, no matter how much Hawke protested it or tried to stop him. It's put him in a foul mood, more so after having to deal with Sister Petrice and her pet Templar. The woman rubs him up the wrong way and the rest of the group can see it. He stalks out of the house, heads to Gamlen's and stays there for all of half an hour. He leaves there too, taking the dog with him. He's not sure where he's going, he just needs out.
He finds himself in front of Anders's clinic, something he's doing a little too often, pokes his head round the door and wanders in. Anders is busy at the other end of the room, doesn't hear him come in and Hawke creeps up behind him, jabbing him in the ribs.
Anders jumps. "Maker's ass!" He spins around and glares at Hawke, the other mage holding an all too cheerful grin.
"Hello."
"I take it you want something."
Hawke sits on the edge of one of the cots nearby, making himself entirely at home. "Not really. Mother was fussing, Gamlen was being an ass as usual and Carver was..." He makes a gesture with his hand. "There."
Anders raises an eyebrow at this description, as if Carver's presence is enough to annoy the elder Hawke.
Wait. Yes, it is. Not that he'd say that out loud of course.
"So you came to bother me." He looks back. "And brought that great brute with you."
The dog whines.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my dog. He's great company." Hawke gives the dog a pet, the dog now having forgotten what Anders said entirely.
"If you like being slobbered on."
Hawke rolls his eyes. "Like Ser-pounce-A-Lot can beat Damian in terms of being good company."
"Cats are better company than any dog." Anders finally turns to face Hawke completely. "You didn't really come here to argue about that, did you?"
Hawke shakes his head and opens his mouth, promptly shutting it again a second later. He stands up from the cot. "I'm not actually sure what I came here for, to be honest." He runs one hand through his hair.
Anders sighs. "It's been a long day, might as well head home and get some rest."
Hawke folds his arms. "That what you plan to do?"
Anders doesn't answer.
It's Hawke who sighs this time. "You harp on whenever one of us have to come in here, yet you don't take care of yourself." He tilts his head slightly.
"I get by."
"Stop 'getting by'. Damn well do something about it."
Briefly, Anders wonders just when Hawke became his caretaker. He's too tired to argue and so he indulges this need Hawke has to look after him. Justice grumbles in the background. "Oh? Like what?"
"Come to the Hanged Man with me tomorrow. Get away from these same four walls."
"Fantastic idea, Hawke. I stay sober while all of you are drunk. Which, you will be." He turns back to what he's been doing. "I think I'll pass."
"Bah, please yourself." Hawke leaves the clinic, calling Damian to his side.
~
If there's one thing to be said about August Hawke, he's nothing if not persistent. He comes into the clinic the next day, this time carrying food that he plops down in front of Anders. Anders stares at the bag.
"It's not going to bite. Generally you're meant to bite it," Hawke supplies, ever so helpfully. Again, he earns a glare, something that doesn't even seem to bother him now.
"And the reason for this?" Anders says. He won't admit, the food, even if it just sandwiches, some fruit and a couple of bottle of water, does look tempting. He hasn't eaten yet, simply not had the time between patients and Justice being even more restless after the whole Sarebaas the day before.
"If you're not going to look after yourself, someone has to," Hawke states and sits down on one of the free chairs.
"And that someone is you?" He raises an eyebrow. Despite the amount of disbelief, he can't help but feel slightly touched that Hawke is concerned.
"Well we need a healer and you're not much use if you're passed out somewhere from lack of food or sleep. And no, I can't do any healing spells. I'd rather set things on fire."
That sounds more like the Hawke he's been getting to know.
Anders gives in and joins Hawke. The clinic, for the moment, is quiet, however how long this will last is anyone's guess.
"I'm surprised you're not busy with jobs," Anders says.
Hawke shrugs. "Day off. Figure we've earned it after yesterday."
Anders's lips press together to form a line. "It got to you as well then. That...Sarebaas."
Hawke nods and glances to the pile of papers on one of the desks. "And Justice, from the look of it."
Anders glances over too. "One day mages will be free. It won't be like Karl, made Tranquil for no reason."
Hawke reaches over and gives his shoulder a quick pat. Anders looks away from the papers and back to the lunch Hawke has brought.
"It's a nice thought, freedom. May have saved Beth a lot of grief over the years, when we had to keep hidden," Hawke remarks quietly.
It takes a moment for Anders to remember who Beth is. "That...was your sister, wasn't it? You don't speak of her often."
Hawke nods once. "No, I don't." The walls are up, defenses raised, despite Hawke being the one to mention his now deceased sister. Anders doesn't push, he's tried before to prod and it's only led to Hawke becoming annoyed.
He decides to change the subject. "Shouldn't be too much longer till you have enough for your Deep Roads expedition." Not that he's looking forward to that, if Hawke does decide to bring him with them.
"How bad is it, really?" Hawke glances over to him. "Not just what you told Carver, and yes, I did hear that."
Whoops. " I wouldn't be going in there if I didn't have to. It's dark and oppressive and...dark."
"I won't make you come if you don't want to." Hawke glances over to him.
Anders shrugs. "I told you I would. Besides, you'll be too busy setting fire to everything to heal anyone."
"Well, that would sort how dark it is."
Anders laughs slightly. "Well that's true I suppose."
He finishes the sandwich, swipes an apple from the small pile laid out on the table and as he's about to bite into it, a group of refugees pile through the door. So much for having some time off.
Hawke gets up as well, leaving the rest of what he's brought for Anders. He glances to the door then back to Anders. "You want some help or anything?" he says.
Anders shakes his head. Judging from the longing glance he's just thrown to the door, Hawke would rather be elsewhere. "I'll cope."
Hawke nods and leaves the clinic, giving him a quick wave over his shoulder.
~
Hawke returns the next day, and the next, it's somehow become his mission to get him to eat at regular intervals and to sleep. Either that or Hawke and Carver have had an argument and Hawke can't stay in the house without wanting to hit him. Whichever the reason, Anders finds he's growing used to the company and becoming rather grateful for it.
Justice still disapproves, calling Hawke a distraction, claiming they don't need him. Anders disagrees. When the day comes that Hawke heads into the Deep Roads, Anders is right there with him.
Title: Distractions
Fandom: Dragon Age 2
Characters: M!Hawke, Anders
Summary: Hawke makes it his mission to ensure Anders looks after himself.
He'd like to think it takes a lot for something to truly get to him, however, what it does take is seeing what Qunari do to their mages. Seeing that almost makes him run for Lothering.
Ketojan is dead, by his own hand, no matter how much Hawke protested it or tried to stop him. It's put him in a foul mood, more so after having to deal with Sister Petrice and her pet Templar. The woman rubs him up the wrong way and the rest of the group can see it. He stalks out of the house, heads to Gamlen's and stays there for all of half an hour. He leaves there too, taking the dog with him. He's not sure where he's going, he just needs out.
He finds himself in front of Anders's clinic, something he's doing a little too often, pokes his head round the door and wanders in. Anders is busy at the other end of the room, doesn't hear him come in and Hawke creeps up behind him, jabbing him in the ribs.
Anders jumps. "Maker's ass!" He spins around and glares at Hawke, the other mage holding an all too cheerful grin.
"Hello."
"I take it you want something."
Hawke sits on the edge of one of the cots nearby, making himself entirely at home. "Not really. Mother was fussing, Gamlen was being an ass as usual and Carver was..." He makes a gesture with his hand. "There."
Anders raises an eyebrow at this description, as if Carver's presence is enough to annoy the elder Hawke.
Wait. Yes, it is. Not that he'd say that out loud of course.
"So you came to bother me." He looks back. "And brought that great brute with you."
The dog whines.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my dog. He's great company." Hawke gives the dog a pet, the dog now having forgotten what Anders said entirely.
"If you like being slobbered on."
Hawke rolls his eyes. "Like Ser-pounce-A-Lot can beat Damian in terms of being good company."
"Cats are better company than any dog." Anders finally turns to face Hawke completely. "You didn't really come here to argue about that, did you?"
Hawke shakes his head and opens his mouth, promptly shutting it again a second later. He stands up from the cot. "I'm not actually sure what I came here for, to be honest." He runs one hand through his hair.
Anders sighs. "It's been a long day, might as well head home and get some rest."
Hawke folds his arms. "That what you plan to do?"
Anders doesn't answer.
It's Hawke who sighs this time. "You harp on whenever one of us have to come in here, yet you don't take care of yourself." He tilts his head slightly.
"I get by."
"Stop 'getting by'. Damn well do something about it."
Briefly, Anders wonders just when Hawke became his caretaker. He's too tired to argue and so he indulges this need Hawke has to look after him. Justice grumbles in the background. "Oh? Like what?"
"Come to the Hanged Man with me tomorrow. Get away from these same four walls."
"Fantastic idea, Hawke. I stay sober while all of you are drunk. Which, you will be." He turns back to what he's been doing. "I think I'll pass."
"Bah, please yourself." Hawke leaves the clinic, calling Damian to his side.
~
If there's one thing to be said about August Hawke, he's nothing if not persistent. He comes into the clinic the next day, this time carrying food that he plops down in front of Anders. Anders stares at the bag.
"It's not going to bite. Generally you're meant to bite it," Hawke supplies, ever so helpfully. Again, he earns a glare, something that doesn't even seem to bother him now.
"And the reason for this?" Anders says. He won't admit, the food, even if it just sandwiches, some fruit and a couple of bottle of water, does look tempting. He hasn't eaten yet, simply not had the time between patients and Justice being even more restless after the whole Sarebaas the day before.
"If you're not going to look after yourself, someone has to," Hawke states and sits down on one of the free chairs.
"And that someone is you?" He raises an eyebrow. Despite the amount of disbelief, he can't help but feel slightly touched that Hawke is concerned.
"Well we need a healer and you're not much use if you're passed out somewhere from lack of food or sleep. And no, I can't do any healing spells. I'd rather set things on fire."
That sounds more like the Hawke he's been getting to know.
Anders gives in and joins Hawke. The clinic, for the moment, is quiet, however how long this will last is anyone's guess.
"I'm surprised you're not busy with jobs," Anders says.
Hawke shrugs. "Day off. Figure we've earned it after yesterday."
Anders's lips press together to form a line. "It got to you as well then. That...Sarebaas."
Hawke nods and glances to the pile of papers on one of the desks. "And Justice, from the look of it."
Anders glances over too. "One day mages will be free. It won't be like Karl, made Tranquil for no reason."
Hawke reaches over and gives his shoulder a quick pat. Anders looks away from the papers and back to the lunch Hawke has brought.
"It's a nice thought, freedom. May have saved Beth a lot of grief over the years, when we had to keep hidden," Hawke remarks quietly.
It takes a moment for Anders to remember who Beth is. "That...was your sister, wasn't it? You don't speak of her often."
Hawke nods once. "No, I don't." The walls are up, defenses raised, despite Hawke being the one to mention his now deceased sister. Anders doesn't push, he's tried before to prod and it's only led to Hawke becoming annoyed.
He decides to change the subject. "Shouldn't be too much longer till you have enough for your Deep Roads expedition." Not that he's looking forward to that, if Hawke does decide to bring him with them.
"How bad is it, really?" Hawke glances over to him. "Not just what you told Carver, and yes, I did hear that."
Whoops. " I wouldn't be going in there if I didn't have to. It's dark and oppressive and...dark."
"I won't make you come if you don't want to." Hawke glances over to him.
Anders shrugs. "I told you I would. Besides, you'll be too busy setting fire to everything to heal anyone."
"Well, that would sort how dark it is."
Anders laughs slightly. "Well that's true I suppose."
He finishes the sandwich, swipes an apple from the small pile laid out on the table and as he's about to bite into it, a group of refugees pile through the door. So much for having some time off.
Hawke gets up as well, leaving the rest of what he's brought for Anders. He glances to the door then back to Anders. "You want some help or anything?" he says.
Anders shakes his head. Judging from the longing glance he's just thrown to the door, Hawke would rather be elsewhere. "I'll cope."
Hawke nods and leaves the clinic, giving him a quick wave over his shoulder.
~
Hawke returns the next day, and the next, it's somehow become his mission to get him to eat at regular intervals and to sleep. Either that or Hawke and Carver have had an argument and Hawke can't stay in the house without wanting to hit him. Whichever the reason, Anders finds he's growing used to the company and becoming rather grateful for it.
Justice still disapproves, calling Hawke a distraction, claiming they don't need him. Anders disagrees. When the day comes that Hawke heads into the Deep Roads, Anders is right there with him.