This was a fill for a prompt on Kmeme, not sure 100% where I'm going with it, all I know is that Sebastian will be appearing soon. Any and all suggestions are welcome at this point, stick them in a Review and I'll love you forever :D
Be gentle with me, it's been a while!
Last Rites
It had been a simple mistake. All those years of ducking, hiding, being cautious, all it took was the one slip up, the one time he didn't stay at Hawke's estate, for the Templars to descend on his small clinic at last.
It hadn't taken much for him to be taken in by them. The dreaded Silence that all mages feared was used before he could even see them, and Justice was cut off from him. Without magic and without his spirit, Anders was just a man bordering on the malnourished, physically weak and feeble. He cursed his own bad habits before he was knocked unconscious by the Templars.
When he woke, he found himself in a tiny cell, no bigger than (and the comparison was made before his sluggish brain made him stop) the bed he had shared with Hawke once. He still could not feel Justice, and now his chest ached from the memory of that bed and the man he had shared it with. He and Hawke had never progressed further than that one night, although Hawke allowed the mage to use the spare room to avoid the Templars and get a proper nights sleep every once in a while, but Anders longed for him still.
He finished taking in his surroundings, nothing but a moth-eaten bed, a pot for toileting, and a barred door. Not even a window for him to determine what time it was outside. If these were the cells for all the mages, he suddenly had more sympathy for those who would turn to blood magic in desperation.
Anders thoughts turned once again to Hawke, wondering what the man was doing now, in Orlais, far away from Kirkwall. The mage cursed his own stupidity again; he hadn't felt right sleeping in the Hawke estate without the man himself being there, despite how Bodahn had protested. He had chosen his clinic for the night, and now he was going to live to regret it… if he could even regret after being made…
His brain woke up suddenly, refusing to let him finish that thought as he could hear footsteps approaching his cell. The door had a small latch that opened, and a man's sneering face appeared. Anders winced against the sudden light.
"The little mage-doctor is finally awake then." The Templar mocked, and the sound of sniggers indicated that there were more Templars behind the door. No doubt the capture of Anders was a cause for celebration among them, he'd been giving them the slip for six years after all, and that was just since arriving in Kirkwall.
He felt a pang of familiar discomfort as Silence was recast; clearly the Templars were not taking their chances with him. He glared at them but said nothing, refusing to be baited.
"I suppose you're wondering what's going to happen next hm? Well we know all about your connections to Serah Hawke, and that's not going to help you now."
Anders felt his own nails digging into the skin on his arm, forcing him to stay quiet. There were three things that could happen now. One, they made him a part of the Circle. Two, they executed him. Or three, he was made Tranquil. He just wanted to know which it was, not knowing was excruciating.
It was almost as the Templar read his mind, "You're not joining the Circle, apostate. You've got too much of a rep for that." Anders felt his heart sink.
"Please be execution… Please…" With that thought, his mind went into overdrive, hoping, wishing, praying for the answer to be execution. The thought of being made into one of them, his mind flashed back to Karl, almost unrecognizable with that hateful symbol carved into his forehead… Anything but that.
"I could tell you mage." The Templar's sudden grin was the most unnerving thing Anders had ever seen. "But that would be a kindness I don't feel like granting today. All you need to know is, sundown tomorrow. Just under a day. Then you'll find out. A member of the Chantry will see you in the morning. Then you'll find out."
"No…" Anders voice cracked as the Templars laughed amongst themselves, "No! You have to tell me! Please let me die, let me die! I can't be Tranquil! Please!" He was almost hysterical as he tried to jump up, to look the other man in the eyes. But the Templar was done now, still laughing he shut the tiny grate on the door, leaving Anders alone in the complete darkness.
He stood there for a moment, shaking like a leaf as a hundred thoughts flooded his mind. He wanted to scream, shout, break down the wooden door and show them all why mages were feared but he simply didn't have the strength… So he flopped back down onto the hard bed and cried his heart out instead.