DEAD

[andersawake]

She's gone. Maker's breath, she's gone. Anders stands over a pile of rubble-- what was left of the estate, what was left of her. He can't feel a thing. His breath shallow. His vision hazy. His will broken.

Was this how she felt when he left? This indescribable numbness? Anders is a weak man. Far too weak to continue on.

Comments

DAMN IT JESSIE...!!!!

[try_winging_it]

One piece of rubble moves, reveals itself to be the ceramic bathtub from the estate, upside down. With plenty of space for someone to hide underneath. As is revealed when the occupant managed to overturn it and crawl out.

"Well, that was exciting," Hawke says.

LOL GOTTA LOVE CRACK

[andersawake]

Anders eyes fly wide open. "Hawke?" His lips tremble as her name escapes his mouth. "I-is th-that-- you?"

This isn't crack, it's a guilt-trip! Of aaaaaaaangst!

[try_winging_it]

Hawke looks up at him, eyebrow raised. "No," she says wryly. "I'm Varric, in a very very clever disguise.

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[andersawake]

Anders rushes towards her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. He chokes out a sob. "I thought you were gone. I thought you weren't going to come--" He chokes again.