Theme 16: Everybody Lies

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Today's theme:
Everybody Lies1. Submit your drabble that fits this theme as a comment to this post. It should be between 100-300 words, if you go over/under a bit that's fine! If it's longer than say 400 words, I ask that you post on your journal or fanfiction.net and then submit the link to this post. If you find that your story is going to be

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Fandom: Dragon Age
Claim: Anders
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 16/100

Hawke shook her head in amusement as Anders shoved another handful of bits toward Varric with a scowl. She wasn't certain why the mage kept letting himself get drawn into these games - he didn't even have the excuse of alcohol clouding his judgment the way the rest of them did. But every week without fail he ended up embroiled in the second most pathetic attempt at Wicked Grace Hawke had ever seen (the most pathetic attempt sat two seats down from him, frowning at her cards as though they had personally offended her. Despite Isabela and Varric'sbest attempts, Merrill still did not quite understand the concept of a bluff) and every week he walked out of the Hanged Man several silvers poorer than when he had entered. She couldn't figure out why Justice hadn't put a stop to it weeks ago.

It was funny, in a way - Anders: apostate, revolutionary, abomination, and owner of the worst poker face this side of the Waking Sea. She hoped that whatever plans he made to further his revolution did not require any actual deception, because she couldn't see how he would manage to fool anyone. It was something of a comfort to know that this was someone who would not - could not lie to her, a relief after dealing with the world of high society into which she had only just been thrown. She could trust him, if only because she would always know when he was lying to her.

(It takes six years for Hawke to realize just how wrong she was any by then it was far, far too late.)