Hawke/Anders - A Second Chance
anonymous
September 13 2011, 23:08:19 UTC
Hawke killed Anders after the Chantry explosion. It’s been somewhere between sixteen to eighteen years after, and Hawke’s tried to move on despite the heartbreak stemming from Anders’ actions. And then Hawke meets reincarnated Anders. Anders came back to give life a second try, his new incarnation just isn’t aware of it
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A Second Chance, Part 1A
anonymous
September 19 2011, 03:19:31 UTC
Ooh, this bunny bit HARD. Co-Anon and I couldn't resist. This'll probably be one of those Long, Slow, In-Depth Fills ;}
"I didn't do it!" Anders cried. At the sight of a raised staff, he put up his hands so fast that his favorite badass Liberator-style feather pauldrons tickled his ears. At his feet, the other apprentices, poor sods, groaned and barely stirred.
"I didn't! Honest."
Anders did his best to look guileless, even though he could see how anyone just marching into the apprentices' common room could get the wrong idea about Anders being a less than stellar example to his peers. After all, Anders was the only one still standing, holding a not-quite-empty wineskin of brandy - which, OK, he had liberated from the Spoiled Princess - while all around him, drunker and nakeder apprentices sprawled like... well, like the aftermath of a really good party.
Senior Enchanter Petra scowled at them over the staffpoint, and Anders could practically hear her thinking Tsk. How irresponsible!When she lowered her staff, he lowered his arms
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Re: Hawke/Anders - A Second Chance
anonymous
September 19 2011, 03:20:57 UTC
Undeterred by the Senior Enchanter's stern glare, he gave Petra a charming grin. "So, are you going to be the Guardian for the Amells' Test tomorrow? You can tell me..."
"Anders!"
"What? I was just wondering..."
"None of your business! Now hurry up!" She walked briskly up to the office door and knocked.
This late at night, Kinloch Hold was quiet enough that the knock was clearly audible, even in the private rooms beyond the First Enchanter's office. Hawke rolled out of bed at once, absently setting the book aside as he tightened the sash on his evening robe and hurried into the office, heart racing
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A Second Chance, Part 1C
anonymous
September 19 2011, 03:23:06 UTC
"I suppose you had a really lovely time," Hawke overrode him. "Getting all the senior apprentices completely plastered." Hawke kept right on talking, jaw growing tight as he abruptly strode up to the boy, glaring straight into his eyes. "The only thing I want to know is, was it deliberate? Did you mean to jeopardise the Amells' chances? Did you want them to have to take their Final Test all over again? Or was it all just your usual bloody brainlessness
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Re: A Second Chance, Part 1C
anonymous
September 19 2011, 15:08:45 UTC
OP
I think I just achieved a sound level so high, only the toy poodle down stairs heard it. It would explain the barking...
Oh god, Senior Enchanter Hawke! That is going to be interesting. And Anders is such a troublesome little brat. And the things he says, all reflections of old Anders. His interactions with Hawke are great, I imagine he must drive poor Hawke up the wall every day XD And twin Amells, and Dagna, and Petra! This is all looking awesome author anon. Thank you so much for taking on the fill!
Re: A Second Chance, Part 1C
anonymous
September 20 2011, 04:03:06 UTC
Great start so far, writeanon! I'm enjoying the dynamics between Enchanter!Hawke and bratty!Anders. It's like he's back to his Awakening self all over again, getting drunk and all <3
A Second Chance, Part 2A
anonymous
September 21 2011, 01:15:28 UTC
The Rebellion had filled every waking hour of Hawke's life, for more than a decade since he lost Anders. Since I killed him, he corrected himself bitterly. The guilt and grief was as agonising all these years later, as it had been the moment he slid the knife into his beloved's heart.
As he'd done every day since then, he tried to console himself. I knew him better than anyone in the world... Anders' withdrawn posture, hunched and defeated, the way he'd stretched out his long white throat, like a sacrificial lamb, silently offering it to his blade. Every line of his familiar, beloved body, every tremor in his beautiful voice, had screamed to Hawke of desperate measures and grief and a final plea for salvation.
He wanted to die, Hawke told himself, just as he'd told himself for years, desperately clinging to that argument to shore up his own sanity. He wanted the cause to have a martyr. He hated what circumstances forced him to do. He wanted to be free of it all. And he wanted me to set him free. He even told me as much.Again and
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A Second Chance, Part 2B
anonymous
September 21 2011, 01:56:44 UTC
First Enchanter Irving had been old and withered when the Blight hit Ferelden; Uldred's descent into insanity had broken something crucial in him. He hung on only long enough to witness King Alistair's orders to the Landsmeet, making Ferelden's Circle the first one given full self-governance and autonomy from the Chantry. When the last aftershocks of the Rebellion had finally shown signs of burning out, Irving had sent word to Garrett Hawke. He'd offered Hawke a new battle, one quieter and longer-lasting. As a lifelong apostate, Hawke had never even been to the Circle, but he accepted Irving's offer all the same, thinking that it would be a refreshing dose of calm
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A Second Chance, Part 2C
anonymous
September 21 2011, 01:58:08 UTC
On the way back to his rooms, Anders thwapped the empty wineskin against the wall. It made a hollow, pathetic noise, empty and flabby; far too much like his current mood.
Bollocks! he grumbled to himself. Why do I even bother showing anyone a good time? Adults might have seemed tolerable, sometimes, but underneath they were all like Petra, or worse: poor old Owain. Bloody load of wrinkled up prunes!
So Hawke took one drink, big deal! He might look sexy, but he’s a heartless sod! Probably never had a chance to have any real fun with anyone!
General of the Rebellion, my arse! What would he know about loving life?
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FOR GREAT JUSTICE
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"I didn't do it!" Anders cried. At the sight of a raised staff, he put up his hands so fast that his favorite badass Liberator-style feather pauldrons tickled his ears. At his feet, the other apprentices, poor sods, groaned and barely stirred.
"I didn't! Honest."
Anders did his best to look guileless, even though he could see how anyone just marching into the apprentices' common room could get the wrong idea about Anders being a less than stellar example to his peers. After all, Anders was the only one still standing, holding a not-quite-empty wineskin of brandy - which, OK, he had liberated from the Spoiled Princess - while all around him, drunker and nakeder apprentices sprawled like... well, like the aftermath of a really good party.
Senior Enchanter Petra scowled at them over the staffpoint, and Anders could practically hear her thinking Tsk. How irresponsible!When she lowered her staff, he lowered his arms ( ... )
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"Anders!"
"What? I was just wondering..."
"None of your business! Now hurry up!" She walked briskly up to the office door and knocked.
This late at night, Kinloch Hold was quiet enough that the knock was clearly audible, even in the private rooms beyond the First Enchanter's office. Hawke rolled out of bed at once, absently setting the book aside as he tightened the sash on his evening robe and hurried into the office, heart racing ( ... )
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I think I just achieved a sound level so high, only the toy poodle down stairs heard it. It would explain the barking...
Oh god, Senior Enchanter Hawke! That is going to be interesting. And Anders is such a troublesome little brat. And the things he says, all reflections of old Anders. His interactions with Hawke are great, I imagine he must drive poor Hawke up the wall every day XD And twin Amells, and Dagna, and Petra! This is all looking awesome author anon. Thank you so much for taking on the fill!
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Co!Anon and I are SO STOKED that you like it so far!
There's lots more to come; we run to the long-and-plotty, and we want to do this plot *cough* Justice.
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As he'd done every day since then, he tried to console himself. I knew him better than anyone in the world... Anders' withdrawn posture, hunched and defeated, the way he'd stretched out his long white throat, like a sacrificial lamb, silently offering it to his blade. Every line of his familiar, beloved body, every tremor in his beautiful voice, had screamed to Hawke of desperate measures and grief and a final plea for salvation.
He wanted to die, Hawke told himself, just as he'd told himself for years, desperately clinging to that argument to shore up his own sanity. He wanted the cause to have a martyr. He hated what circumstances forced him to do. He wanted to be free of it all. And he wanted me to set him free. He even told me as much.Again and ( ... )
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Bollocks! he grumbled to himself. Why do I even bother showing anyone a good time? Adults might have seemed tolerable, sometimes, but underneath they were all like Petra, or worse: poor old Owain. Bloody load of wrinkled up prunes!
So Hawke took one drink, big deal! He might look sexy, but he’s a heartless sod! Probably never had a chance to have any real fun with anyone!
General of the Rebellion, my arse! What would he know about loving life?
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