DRAGON AGE 2: 'Fate or Chance'
Title: Fate or Chance
Pairing: FemHawke/Sebastian
Wordcount: 1,156
Rating: G
Summary: Sebastian meets Alistair, Act 3.
Warnings: Hot Sebastian on Alistair slash! I kid, I kid! Absolutely nothing for this chapter, believe it or not.
A/N: Inspiration for this chapter lies with emmav over on deviantART and tersa.
*
Hawke leaned back from her writing desk with a smile. Most of the letters she recieved were pleas for help, or brief words of graditude, but she felt a curl of excitement in her belly at this. The missive had been brief, penned in a carefully scripted hand.
Champion,
Meet me in the Keep.
-King Alistair
Not only did she look forward to seeing the fabled Grey Warden King, she knew just the man who'd be overjoyed to meet him as well.
*
Hawke recognized hero worship when she saw it. She couldn't stifle her grin as Sebastian strode beside her with purpose.
They'd all heard the tales, from Varric and others, of the Bastard King who'd come from nowhere to deliver Ferelden from the arms of Civil War and save all of Thedas from the Blight. There were people here who had trouble believing it, that the last two Grey Wardens in all of Ferelden had managed to slay the Archdemon, but between what she'd garnered from Anders and letters from Carver, it was absolutely true.
On the subject of Anders, Hawke had decided to bring him along as soon as her initial excitement over the impending meeting had settled. She'd spent very little time in his company lately, and hoped that this could be a step toward making up for the lack. The mage was among the current group making its way to Viscount's Keep. Brutus trotted alongside the trio as they entered the impressive building situated just south of Hawke's estate.
History said that this and Kirkwall's Chantry were both originally built as homes for some of the city's most powerful magisters. The vaulted ceilings and sheer size of the rooms within made the idea difficult for Hawke to fathom.
Their group passed Knight Commander Meredith on their way in. Hawke had been avoiding the place following Viscount Dumar's death. It had become something of a templar haven since then, and despite her distinguished role as Kirkwall's Champion, she could never find herself at ease here now that Meredith was the city's de facto ruler.
Aveline was already there, speaking to what could only be the King himself. Hawke was thankful that she'd worn her armor in lieu of a fancy dress when she got her first good look at the warrior King. He was larger than life, his polished heavy plate making him appear massive even within the expanse of the great hall. He spoke in subdued tones to the Guard Captain, then turned a welcoming smile upon Hawke as the redhead made introductions. His handshake was firm, his face open and friendly, with kind eyes and an infectious smile. He was as handsome and charismatic as the legends said, and after thanking Hawke for coming to meet with him, he offered both Anders and Sebastian a benevolent greeting as well.
"It's an honor," Sebastian said, clasping the King's hand.
"Sebastian Vael. Of Starkhaven? I've heard quite a bit about you. I may be able to help you with your little problem."
Sebastian's eyes widened at him. "I... well, yes, that would be very much appreciated."
Alistair gave him a curt nod before turning to Anders. "Hey! Fancy meeting you again."
The mage's smile didn't quiet meet his eyes. "Your Majesty."
The King surprised them all by stooping down to ruffle the fur on Brutus's head. "Nice dog. My wife has one. Her brother breeds them."
Hawke felt warmth spread through her chest. "Oh, I'd love to get one for Carver."
Anders spoke as the King straightened. "How is the old slave driver? Still stepping in to 'save' people by making them Wardens?"
Right. Hawke remembered. The Warden Commander of Ferelden had married her fellow Warden after the fall of the Archdemon. Page Cousland had been her name, although Hawke supposed it was Therin now. This same Warden had used her influence as well as the Right of Conscription to save Anders's neck from the hangman's noose once upon a time.
Alistair ignored the subtle jab of irony in Anders's words, or at least he pretended to. "She's well. Although, I doubt she'll believe me when I tell her that I found you here..." A threat rode his words, hanging in the air like cloying perfume.
Anders cleared his throat. "Give her my regards." There was a pregnant silence before he continued. "Hey, we just saw Zevran not too long ago."
The King's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really?"
Sebastian gave a derisive chuckle. "And what a colorful fellow he was."
Alistair laughed easily. "Nice to know some things never change." He sobered, turning back to face Hawke. "Yes, well, I was hoping we could talk. I wanted to touch base with Kirkwall's leader. And as of now, that means you or the Knight Commander."
Hawke felt like she should protest. She was a mage, after all, and Champion or no, the city would never support her bid for the Viscount's seat. "Oh, but I'm not even sure what good I could do you."
Alistair lifted a hand to stop her demur. "We know of the unrest here. I'd like to offer my support, should you decide you require it. I may find myself in need of allies myself soon enough, and as a fellow Ferelden, I'd like to look to you."
Hawke glanced around the room, noticing the abundance of templars observing their exchange with folded arms. Her eyes met those of the King and reaching out for one strong hand she spoke, "You have a deal."
*
Hawke had decided that drinking was in order.
"The Hanged Man. Don't we always end up here?" Sebastian griped.
Night had fallen as the pair made their way to Lowtown. "It's either here or The Rose." They sat with their heads together at the little table in the corner they regularly occupied during their visits. It was late enough that Isabela and Varric were both absent, and cradling her mug, Hawke smiled at the handsome man beside her. "So... the support of a King? Not too shabby."
Sebastian grinned despite himself. "Aye."
He leaned close, placing a quick, hard kiss upon her mouth. Sitting back, he let one hand stray over her cheek, moving around to the back of her neck. He rubbed just below her hairline absently, watching as she sipped at her ale.
He was most likely thinking of Starkhaven and his family. They hadn't really discussed his plans and Hawke had learned not to push. They'd settled into a comfortable pattern, spending much of their time together, but not really speaking of what was coming, the conflict between templars and mages, with the two of them in the middle, an apostate mage and a brother in the Chantry.
If she thought too much about it, the nagging worries would keep Hawke up at night. So she took what she could. For the moment, having this man beside her was really all she needed.
Pairing: FemHawke/Sebastian
Wordcount: 1,156
Rating: G
Summary: Sebastian meets Alistair, Act 3.
Warnings: Hot Sebastian on Alistair slash! I kid, I kid! Absolutely nothing for this chapter, believe it or not.
A/N: Inspiration for this chapter lies with emmav over on deviantART and tersa.
*
Hawke leaned back from her writing desk with a smile. Most of the letters she recieved were pleas for help, or brief words of graditude, but she felt a curl of excitement in her belly at this. The missive had been brief, penned in a carefully scripted hand.
Champion,
Meet me in the Keep.
-King Alistair
Not only did she look forward to seeing the fabled Grey Warden King, she knew just the man who'd be overjoyed to meet him as well.
*
Hawke recognized hero worship when she saw it. She couldn't stifle her grin as Sebastian strode beside her with purpose.
They'd all heard the tales, from Varric and others, of the Bastard King who'd come from nowhere to deliver Ferelden from the arms of Civil War and save all of Thedas from the Blight. There were people here who had trouble believing it, that the last two Grey Wardens in all of Ferelden had managed to slay the Archdemon, but between what she'd garnered from Anders and letters from Carver, it was absolutely true.
On the subject of Anders, Hawke had decided to bring him along as soon as her initial excitement over the impending meeting had settled. She'd spent very little time in his company lately, and hoped that this could be a step toward making up for the lack. The mage was among the current group making its way to Viscount's Keep. Brutus trotted alongside the trio as they entered the impressive building situated just south of Hawke's estate.
History said that this and Kirkwall's Chantry were both originally built as homes for some of the city's most powerful magisters. The vaulted ceilings and sheer size of the rooms within made the idea difficult for Hawke to fathom.
Their group passed Knight Commander Meredith on their way in. Hawke had been avoiding the place following Viscount Dumar's death. It had become something of a templar haven since then, and despite her distinguished role as Kirkwall's Champion, she could never find herself at ease here now that Meredith was the city's de facto ruler.
Aveline was already there, speaking to what could only be the King himself. Hawke was thankful that she'd worn her armor in lieu of a fancy dress when she got her first good look at the warrior King. He was larger than life, his polished heavy plate making him appear massive even within the expanse of the great hall. He spoke in subdued tones to the Guard Captain, then turned a welcoming smile upon Hawke as the redhead made introductions. His handshake was firm, his face open and friendly, with kind eyes and an infectious smile. He was as handsome and charismatic as the legends said, and after thanking Hawke for coming to meet with him, he offered both Anders and Sebastian a benevolent greeting as well.
"It's an honor," Sebastian said, clasping the King's hand.
"Sebastian Vael. Of Starkhaven? I've heard quite a bit about you. I may be able to help you with your little problem."
Sebastian's eyes widened at him. "I... well, yes, that would be very much appreciated."
Alistair gave him a curt nod before turning to Anders. "Hey! Fancy meeting you again."
The mage's smile didn't quiet meet his eyes. "Your Majesty."
The King surprised them all by stooping down to ruffle the fur on Brutus's head. "Nice dog. My wife has one. Her brother breeds them."
Hawke felt warmth spread through her chest. "Oh, I'd love to get one for Carver."
Anders spoke as the King straightened. "How is the old slave driver? Still stepping in to 'save' people by making them Wardens?"
Right. Hawke remembered. The Warden Commander of Ferelden had married her fellow Warden after the fall of the Archdemon. Page Cousland had been her name, although Hawke supposed it was Therin now. This same Warden had used her influence as well as the Right of Conscription to save Anders's neck from the hangman's noose once upon a time.
Alistair ignored the subtle jab of irony in Anders's words, or at least he pretended to. "She's well. Although, I doubt she'll believe me when I tell her that I found you here..." A threat rode his words, hanging in the air like cloying perfume.
Anders cleared his throat. "Give her my regards." There was a pregnant silence before he continued. "Hey, we just saw Zevran not too long ago."
The King's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really?"
Sebastian gave a derisive chuckle. "And what a colorful fellow he was."
Alistair laughed easily. "Nice to know some things never change." He sobered, turning back to face Hawke. "Yes, well, I was hoping we could talk. I wanted to touch base with Kirkwall's leader. And as of now, that means you or the Knight Commander."
Hawke felt like she should protest. She was a mage, after all, and Champion or no, the city would never support her bid for the Viscount's seat. "Oh, but I'm not even sure what good I could do you."
Alistair lifted a hand to stop her demur. "We know of the unrest here. I'd like to offer my support, should you decide you require it. I may find myself in need of allies myself soon enough, and as a fellow Ferelden, I'd like to look to you."
Hawke glanced around the room, noticing the abundance of templars observing their exchange with folded arms. Her eyes met those of the King and reaching out for one strong hand she spoke, "You have a deal."
*
Hawke had decided that drinking was in order.
"The Hanged Man. Don't we always end up here?" Sebastian griped.
Night had fallen as the pair made their way to Lowtown. "It's either here or The Rose." They sat with their heads together at the little table in the corner they regularly occupied during their visits. It was late enough that Isabela and Varric were both absent, and cradling her mug, Hawke smiled at the handsome man beside her. "So... the support of a King? Not too shabby."
Sebastian grinned despite himself. "Aye."
He leaned close, placing a quick, hard kiss upon her mouth. Sitting back, he let one hand stray over her cheek, moving around to the back of her neck. He rubbed just below her hairline absently, watching as she sipped at her ale.
He was most likely thinking of Starkhaven and his family. They hadn't really discussed his plans and Hawke had learned not to push. They'd settled into a comfortable pattern, spending much of their time together, but not really speaking of what was coming, the conflict between templars and mages, with the two of them in the middle, an apostate mage and a brother in the Chantry.
If she thought too much about it, the nagging worries would keep Hawke up at night. So she took what she could. For the moment, having this man beside her was really all she needed.