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"Hawke," Anders paused. "Kianna. I can't thank you enough for...everything you've done for me. Just to have someone believe in me again," he reached a hand forward to cup Kianna's cheek and Isabela couldn't help but look away.
Kianna pulled back with an understanding smile. She reached up and took his hand in hers. "You're a good friend, Anders," she said with a brief, but pointed look toward Isabela. The mage took the meaning, smiling sadly and noddong.
"Well, I'll be here, if you need anything," he said awkwardly.
Kianna nodded before turning to leave, running her hand down Isabela's arm as she went, half to signal to the rogue that it was time to leave, and half to reasure her that Anders' advance had meant nothing to her. However, as the couple made their way through darktown, Isabela remained uncharacteristically silent.
"It didn't mean anything," Kianna finally said. "You know that, right?"
Isabela said nothing.
"Isabela," Kianna said, grasping the rogue's arm and pulling her over to a wall. "He didn't even touch me. I pulled back. There's only one hand I want to feel on my face. Only one touch I want to feel on my body. Yours."
"Why? Why do you settle for me?"
"Isabela, I -"
"Face it, Hawke. You could have your pick of any of our companions – hell, anyone in Kirkwall, if you wanted. Why the sod would you pick some rotten, low life whore of a theif like me. Someone who would run away and leave you to the qunari with out a second thought. Someone who only really liked you because of the sex. Someone who is only even sticking around so that she can get a ship.
"I've seen the way you look at Merrill. The way you smile whenever she blushes. She'd be good for you, and you for her. Or even Mr. Pouty Mage. Or Fenris. They both like you. Hell, you might even go for Lady Man Hands herself if you're -"
"Isabela, stop!" Kianna finally cut her off. "I don't want any of them. I want you."
"Why!"
Kianna simply stared at her for a few seconds. "Why the sod do you think? Because I love you! And you're not half as bad a person as you think you are."
Isabela studied her feet, unable to bring her gaze up to meet Kianna's. "Yes I am," she said quietly.
"No, Isabela. Not any more you're not," Kianna said, closing the distance between the two. "And even if you were, I'm so in love with you, that I don't even care."
Isabela could feel Kianna's breath on her face they were so close now. "You shouldn't say things like that," she whispered. "I might think you mean it."
"I do," Kianna whispered back.
Isabela snaked her hand behind Kianna's head, through her hair, and brought her forward the remaining distance, moving her own head forward enough to claim Kianna's lips in a passionate kiss.
