So here's my DA2 Fic! ^_^ It features my mage Luna Hawke and all her random ventures, and events, as well as her relationship with her companion Fenris. This story takes place shortly after Act 2 and continues on. So if you haven't played or gotten this far in the game yet there maybe a few spoilers...
"Sweet holy Maker! It's colder than a witch's tit out here! Present company excluded…although." I whisper to myself through clenched teeth, wrapping myself tighter in my cloak.
Xander you've pick a hell of a time to want to go to the bathroom.
My mabari however does not share my plight and bounds up the courtyard searching for a decent area of relief.
Maybe he'll make this quick so I can get back to my wine and warm fire...mmm.
I'm so wound up in the thought that I hardly notice the figure approaching me. Within seconds my strength is drained from my body. My legs give out and I fall to my knees. I grasp at my chest; I can barely breathe. It feels like I'm being crushed. I attempt a spell but there is nothing, my mana is gone. Indescribable panic sets in.
A Templar! Why now?
I hear Xander's bark and the Templar's laugh. My fear turns into anger.
Carver!
He is still laughing as he tries to help me up. I push him away. I feel the need to hit him, but he puts his hands up in surrender.
"Calm down sister, it was only meant to be a joke."
My fists are so tight it hurts. "To the Void with you Carver Hawke, there is nothing funny about that!"
Anger slowly fades as I cross my arms delivering him an icy glare.
"So what, have you come to check up on me Templar?"
He returns my inquiry with hostility. "Don't call me that!"
My glare continues as I walk over to him. "Well that is what you are? Unless there is another title you've picked up that I'm not aware of."
His eyes narrowed. "You always have to hassle me, don't you? You can't see that this is what I had to do?"
I can't believe what I'm hearing. "You could have done anything else. The actual question is, did you really do it to help or was it just out of spite?"
He becomes less irritated but still defensive. "Maybe it was little of both. You're the one who left me here without even a real reason."
I bring my hands to my hips. I realize I must look so much like mother right now, trying to reason with Carver like she used to.
"I had already failed Bethany, I couldn't fail you too."
He shakes his head, still not listening. "We both knew the dangers, but you still left me behind." His cold glare returns. "Now look at you. I would give anything to have what you have; to be the Champion."
And there it is.
There is so much desire to slap that look from his face "Do you even know what that means?" I finally give up. "Fine you go off and do life threating quests that keeps a roof over our heads, be at the whim of the Viscount and the guard, and try to pacify the Qunari all while trying to keep the Templars and mages from starting an all-out war. But in the end, it doesn't matter how hard you've fought cause everything ends up going to shit anyway!"
I look down at my shaking hands. I don't know if it from the cold or just pure frustration.
"I have so much blood on my hands it's sickening. And it doesn't make it any better that I'm a mage. Sometimes it's equally a curse as it is a gift."
He turns away from me, but I grab him by the shoulders and make him face me.
"I'm sorry if you think I'm making your life difficult, and I'm sorry for Bethany and mother. There should have been more I could have done. I have so many possibilities running in my head, but none will bring them back."
Carver looked as if he were going to say something, but couldn't find the words.
I walk over to an archway and press my back into it. Somehow cold stone feels warmer than the hostile air between us. "Look, if I could switch places with you I would, but I would not want to wish my life on anyone I love."
He rolls his eyes at the word 'love'. Maker he is stubborn! I walk over to him again and clasp my fingers round the back of his neck. I smile and give him a good shake.
"Yes Carver you may be an annoying, complaining pain in my ass, but I still love you. Since the first day you looked up and smiled at me."
His eyes finally meet mine. At least he looked like he was listening, so I continue.
"You do not want this life. With the title comes great responsibility and even greater danger. I would not want you to suffer as I suffer."
I truly hope he understood my words without his hard head getting in the way. I let him go then playfully nudge him with my shoulder and laugh.
"Besides you would also inherit my love life, and I don't think Anders is your type."
His face twists in confusion. "Anders? I thought you and that broody elf."
"Fenris? He hates mages. Besides I don't think he wants to see me anymore." The memory of that night lingers in my mind as I look up into the night sky. I try to shake it away, but it always returns. I attempt to shrug it off. "It's not like Anders and I have done anything, but I don't know."
Carver puts his hands up, signaling me to stop. "Anyway, I've seen the way he looks at you. He may hate mages, but he certainly doesn't hate you." He puts his arm around my shoulder and gives me a squeeze. "It's hard not to love you."
It's strange; this closeness is foreign to us, but after all that's happened, it's what we need. "Thank you Carver, it feels nice to get all this emotion off my chest."
He shrugged. "Hey, someone has to keep you in check. If not me then the world as we know it is doomed."
I push him away. "Ugh don't you have somewhere to be, some abominations to uncover?"
"Why do you think I'm here?" He laughs.
For the first time I have no comeback. I only frown and glare at him while he laughs in triumph.
"I should go. Will you be alright?"
I wave him off. "It's ok; I'm actually waiting for someone." I look over and notice a familiar shadow coming up the walkway.
Carver flashes me a sly smile and nods. "I see, please say no more. Good night sister."
"Sleep well Carver." I make my way back to the estate. Xander runs ahead to greet the visitor, which takes him by surprise. I try not to laugh when I finally reach them. "There you are. I almost thought you wouldn't come." I take his hand, leading him inside.
Before I close the door I feel eyes upon me. I take a quick glance outside. All I see is cold air and an empty courtyard. I dismiss it as my own paranoia and go back inside. Little did I know my actions tonight would not go unnoticed.