HEY SULKY happy Friday!! I come bearing a prompt for the Hawke twins: ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜
Happy Friday!!!!! this actually started with a line of dialogue that sprouted in my head unbidden like two thirds down, then I realized later it filled a prompt 🤣
for @dadrunkwriting
“Saarebas, show your will is bound to the Qun.”
Ketojan knelt immediately, and made that faint growling sound again - the only one that seemed able to make it through his stitched lips. Bethany shuddered. Was he agreeing? Or was he simply accepting defeat?
Carver and the Arvaarad continued to argue as she inched over and put her hand on his shoulder. “You’re safe, Ketojan,” she whispered. “I won’t let them do anything you don’t want.”
He growled again and shook his head, warning her off.
“We leash them because they are dangerous and contagious. Not even your templars fully grasp that threat.”
“Anyone can be possessed!” She shouted angrily. “Even templars! This -” she pointed at Ketojan’s broken horns and the chains hanging from his collar “- this is abuse! Slavery! And all because you’re afraid of what one might do?”
“You sound like Anders,” Carver muttered.
She glared at him. “Of course I do! Why do you think Father kept me out of the Circles?”
“Circles?” Arvaarad’s head swung around to fix her with a baleful stare as he reached for his weapon. “You are Saarebas? Bas Saarebas?”
Carver pulled out his sword and stepped in front of her in a single fluid motion. “You're damn right she's a dangerous thing, but she's also my sister, and you’re not fucking touching her.”
The fight was ruthless, bloody, and ultimately pointless. Nothing they said could sway Ketojan - He is not a thing, and he deserves a name! - from his decision to die. Bethany had wept when he called upon the strongest fire she’d ever felt, so strong it felt like he was taking her mana too, and would’ve stayed there for hours, keeping vigil over this strange broken creature who’d been raised hating himself and what he could do. The Circles were bad, but this was worse, so so much worse, and what chance could anyone have against that?
When they got back to Gamlen’s that night, Mal was waiting for them. He whistled in disbelief as they walked in, taking in their singed hair and the tear streaks down Bethany’s face. He sighed and tossed them a bottle of whisky, no doubt nicked from under Gamlen’s bed. “I can’t leave you alone for one minute, can I?”
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This new version of Hawke I'm writing is very Dean-coded.
His father charged him with the safety of his family when he was too young for the responsibility.
He's got mommy issues.
He'd do just about anything to keep his little brother safe.
He feels intense guilt for everything that goes wrong even though it's not his fault.
He thinks blue-glowy men are the fucking sexiest.
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My first reaction was that Bruce having a letterboxd is ooc but you know what, i can actually totally imagine that after Bruce learned Tim is bi, he did very meticulous Research on lgbt issues like he researches any issue that is relevant to his current Mission, came across an 'lgbt themed movies you should see' listicle, booked 2 hours from his hectic schedule, and sat down with a stern face to watch highly acclaimed Weekend (2011). And after he was done he diligently logged in his letterboxd and gave it 5 stars where his son can see it. So that from Bruce's perspective Tim would know he's loved and supported without Bruce actually needing to verbally express it or have a hard emotional discussion. Yeah that's exactly what happened
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if you actually think about it, this year has been amazing for the members of Titans West.
Bette came back as Flamebird (DC's Legion of Bloom) with Titans West getting revived with Hank, Dawn and Karen (much to their chagrin)
Charley, Mal and Karen gaining main supporting roles in World's Finest: Teen Titans, with this being Charley's first speaking role since 2008 (Countdown to Adventure).
Lilith becoming the deuteragonist of Power Girl's ongoing
Duela having an adaption of her Pre-Flashpoint iteration in Gotham Knights compared to Batwoman which used her N52 one
Gnarrk getting revived as part of the Sanctuary victims in One Minute War
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"when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first." for anders x hawke hehehe
I am a monster and you're getting a bit of a cliffhanger *kiss kiss*
for @dadrunkwriting
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"Stroud, please!" Anders pleaded. "He would make an excellent Warden, I promise."
The other man shook his head. "Anders, your promises mean nothing."
"Look, it's -" blue light flared "-we will turn ourselves in."
Stroud took a step back. "Justice?"
"I confess. I killed Rolan and the Templars he allowed into your ranks. Take me to the Commander." Justice picked up the Blighted man leaning against him heavily. "And I shall carry your new recruit."
"If you insist," the Orlesian sighed. "We will take you and . . . your friend back, but I make no guarantees for your safety or well-being. Either of you."
Varric caught his arm. "Blon - Blue, are you sure about this? His family -"
"They will know we did all we could." The spirit started after the other Wardens.
"Justice, wait!"
He paused and looked back as Bethany ran up. She kissed his cheek. "Take care of him." Then she ran a hand through her brother's hair. "Don't you dare die, Malcolm. You hear me?"
Malcolm mumbled something about fruit under his breath and shivered. Justice nodded sharply, then continued after Stroud.
Justice was, as usual, indefatigable. But mortal bodies still needed rest, as he had learned in their flight to Kirkwall. When the others stopped, he did as well, placing Malcolm down with as much gentleness as he could manage, then relinquishing control back to Anders for him to eat and drink, try to ease Malcolm's symptoms, then sleep.
Three - four, he reminded himself - Wardens could make good time through the Deep Roads, and they were climbing out of the sunken ritual tower where Anders had helped kill a sentient crazed broodmother in mere days. Justice stopped coming out when they were on the surface: too much of a risk of being executed on sight by any Templars who might see them; Warden colors hadn't stopped them before, and wouldn't stop them again.
He continued to carry Mal. Didn't want anyone else to touch him.
"Is the Commander -"
"Theron is in Antiva," Stroud replied gruffly. "You will have to wait."
"Mal doesn't have time to wait."
"Varel and Nathaniel can conduct the ritual in his absence." Stroud kept moving. The other two Wardens glared at him but didn't say anything. They'd barely spoken at all, and definitely not too him, but they didn't feel like Templars, so he ignored them.
After another couple days of travel, Vigil's Keep loomed in the distance. Mal was getting weaker, and the mage had to resist the urge to break into a run. It would just get them both killed if he showed up without Stroud to explain. It might get me killed anyway, really.
Malcolm Hawke deserves freedom. I know, I'm not angry about that, I'm angry that we had to choose between his and mine - ours. He clutched Mal close, wiping sweaty hair from his brow. This was all Anders’ fault, from the moment he agreed to give him the Deep Roads maps.
The flag above the keep bobbed and a horn sounded. They'd been spotted, and the Wardens would likely be sending people out to meet them since Stroud wasn't returning empty handed. Well, okay, he was empty handed, but Anders wasn't.
It wasn't Nate who rode out to meet them, but the bloody King.
Alistair looked tired, but wary. "Anders?"
No reason to prolong the inevitable. "Mal needs the Joining. Just . . . let me make sure he's okay, then do what you want with me."
"I - you're - what?"
"Just get him the blasted cup, Alistair!" Anders snapped. "We'll deal with the rest of it later."
"Give him to me."
"No."
Alistair sighed and pinched his brow. "Fine." He got off his horse and handed the reins over to Stroud. "You and the rest go on. I'll take the . . . recruit and the -"
"Captive," Anders spat.
"Nug droppings," Alistair retorted. "I've seen you fight." He gestured to Mal. "Who's this?"
"Malcolm Hawke. Long dull story."
"I'm sure. Well, let's get him fixed up. You sure I can't help carry him?"
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