Anders couldn't stand it anymore. His Commander looked so sad lately. His grey eyes lacked their usual spark and his pointed ears didn't seem as perky as they had when he knew him in the Tower. It was understandable, of course. Damien Surana had been through the Void since he left the Circle and that struggle had changed him in ways only someone as close to he as Anders could notice. There was a nearly invisible scar in the tanned skin of his forehead, where an arrow had grazed him. A slight limp, almost undetectable, replaced a once graceful stride. But, most of all, Anders saw that Damien's dark lips were almost constantly turned down in the slightest frown.
He had wondered, for weeks, what was bothering the Commander. Every so often, Anders would catch Damien glancing at him, almost wistfully. These glances would make Anders's heart race as he thought, perhaps, that Damien longed for how they had been in the Tower. Casual lovers, they could have been called, had Anders not messed it up. No emotion allowed was their rule but eventually, Anders could not obey. Damien found out and broke it off, leaving with the Grey Warden soon after.
Damien must miss me, that must be why he's so sad, Anders thought, immediately rising from his bunk and marching to the throne room. Avoiding any guards on the way, he adjusted his robes and his auburn hair before creeping into the shadows of the room. Damien was sitting on the throne in the empty room, his head resting on his fist, pouting heavily.
Okay, here goes nothing. Anders went to step forward, a thought out speech in his head, but he was stopped by another, unfamiliar, voice.
"Why the long face, mi amor?" said the voice. Damien's head shot up quickly and he brushed his dark hair from his view. Anders turned to see a handsome blonde elf in leather armor leaning against a nearby pillar.
The Commander smiled brilliantly, stealing Anders's breath. "Zevran!" he shouted exultantly, launching himself from the platform and into his lover's arms. Both chuckled softly before kissing passionately. A pain pierced Anders's chest, so real that he looked down expecting to see an arrow sticking out of him. Without even knowing it, he let out a sob, catching the attention of the Commander and his lover.
"Anders?" Damien called softly, "is that you? Are you hurt?" He disentangled himself from the blonde elf and searched the shadows for his friend.
Before the Commander could see his teary eyes, Anders withdrew from his reach. "Yes, Commander, I'm fine. Just stubbed my toe is all." Damien nodded slowly, grabbing Zevran's arm and pulling him out of the room.
Anders slid down the wall behind him, tears continuing to spill down his face. It's over, Anders, he thought to himself, let it go.