Okay so I absolutely blame primordyaforever for this because she posted the gif set that caused this! It's a completely random, short thing, more a drabble than a one shot. That comes from the fact that I haven't played Dragon Age 2 yet. I haven't even finished Origins yet but...this was too cute and it won't leave my head!

I own nothing of Dragon Age. I only sorta own Triston Hawke and that's only in a few ways heheh.

Triston Hawke liked to consider himself a patient man. Always looking for a solution with as little bloodshed as possible, hearing out all ideas and being mindful of those he considered his friends and allies, he took care to give them each a say and the attention they deserved. He tried to work with those that were against him, he had always done so, in every instance he could.

He had had to be patient as well. For three years, he'd yearned and longed for one man and one man only. For three years, he'd danced around their feelings, never knowing how the beautiful mage had truly felt, taking so long to learn how he himself had truly felt.

Anders. His beautiful soul mate, the only one he'd ever be with as long as he lived. He loved him with his very being, his very soul. He knew Anders had lived a hard, painful life and as such, he did his best to give Anders the best life he possibly could while they lived in hiding. He didn't care about Anders being an Apostate, he didn't care about the dangers that followed the life of living with one.

Triston would fight for Anders.

He would die for him.

Raising his blade again, Triston blocked the Templar's blade as it came towards him, gritting his teeth as his green eyes blazed with protective fire. Using his weight as leverage, he shoved the templar back and quickly struck, driving his blade into him with a roar of pure rage. Pulling the weapon back, he turned quickly, watching as Anders quickly cast a fire spell, burning the Templar that had nearly shackled him into nearly nothing. Triston stared at the sight of his usually gentle lover using such magic, watching him blow on his fingertips. Fingers and hands used to healing magic more than anything...

Triston smiled fondly as he quickly sheathed the blade and made his way to his beloved and gently took him by his hands.

"My beloved...why did you do this to yourself?"

"Triston...Please don't think differently of me...I reacted. I couldn't let him get the shackles on me..." Anders looked away slowly, shyly...as if afraid Triston would change his mind about them now.

"Oh, Anders...my dear, sweet, beautiful Anders." Triston lifted his love's hands and pressed his lips to each and every one of his fingertips. He smiled when he heard Anders laugh softly from the feel of Triston's facial hair tickling his skin as he continued, kissing each precious digit. "Your hands are for healing, dearest. But I am happy to know you can protect yourself."

"You don't think differently of me then? You don't regret your choice?" Anders lifted his hazel eyes, those honey orbs meeting Triston's beautiful blue ones.

"Never, Anders. I love you, I will never regret us or our love. I will forever stand by your side." with the declaration, Triston finished kissing Anders' fingertips and leaned in meeting the mage's lips in a loving caress.

Anders felt deep in his soul that Triston meant every word as he returned the kiss.