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                     (  You hid your skeletons when I had shown you mine                             I saw the evidence, the crimson soaking through                            Ten thousand promises, ten thousand ways to lose  )  

Multi - Muse fet. Anders, Alex Agar, & Knight-Commander Martel Runs  off  queue |  Penned  by  Andre

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months later, i’m here again, and every time i think i get muse for anders... he hides. and i blame anxiety every time i see another anders one way or another. so, until that passes or... until i get into a dragon age play-through again consider this blog dead... until i come back. 

though, you can find me on discord at ( The Son of Blackheart#6666 )

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L Long gone was the whimsical humor he had so loved about his old companion. He stood silent for a few moments after the mage spoke. Sorrow found itself etched into his features. 

They had fought to make this world a safer place. 

Anders, Justice, and Himself. 

Now the world had been plunged into chaos, and the once great Hero of Ferelden found himself at a loss for aid. 

Perhaps it was best to leave this matter to the Inquisition. Maybe their parts in the history of Thedas had already been played out, but the Hunter could not accept such a thing.

He could not sit idle by. He could not as a Grey Warden, watch this darkspawn magister threaten all that he held dear. 

“Anders…” 

He wanted to protest, to demand that the mage rise up and and ride out with him to face this new threat. 

He didn’t though. 

He understood why Anders hid himself away. He could only hope that in time his old friend would come to see that he could still make a difference. 

That he was still a good man. 

“I won’t press it further Falon. I respect your wishes.”

Hiding was easy. Standing up for something you cared about was not. For Anders, it was a choice that was made out of thinking, and not what was absolutely necessary. 

He would eventually lend his assistance, but not formally, and not anytime soon. He would have to let himself ease back into things. 

Back near people again, but Anders didn’t think they would even let him close to the front lines. He was a disaster waiting to happen. It would just be a matter of time before justice decided to take over fully and then... he doubted that he would be able to get himself back together that final time.

“It’s safer this way.”

Rather, it was safer for everyone else, but that was already known. He didn’t want to dig too deep into the past. Not when it was only a matter of time before he was forcefully dragged back in the fray.

Something was coming, he could feel it in the back of his mind: his bones and in his blood. Even Justice knew that this would change things, but neither of them could bring themselves to an agreement. 

Well at least not yet.

“Even if I could... it’s not worth the risk. Not until... I can control it better.”

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                                                   ❛ i will NOT be controlled.   ❜

↳  Indi, Private, & Selective || Anders from Dragon Age 2 || 18 + || Triggering content || Penned by Andre. 

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Right, I did something here today??? Ish. I attempted, I dropped somethings, and I still have a bunch of drafts to do, but I’ll get to them.... eventually.

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                            the templar has always been good at this, at remaining calm and completely level headed  no matter what situation clawed at his ankles for attention. there was little doubt that this would have his heart pounding harder than normal, the anger that burned and the desperation to clasp armoured hands around the mages collar and degrade him for such a foolish act, to ask him why he EVER thought it would be a good idea to do such a thing, that there were MORE OPTIONS long before the deaths of those who had nothing to do with this. this was no chantry confessional and yet the mage had come to him regardless — the templar could not be angry at that, he wanted to fix his mistakes, and the maker may smile upon that.

                            ‘then you will stop it,’ he says, his voice remains flat, ‘i do not want to cause a panic within the chantry, it is the last thing we need,’ armoured boots now shift, he begins to walk, a hand sits against the mage’s shoulder, pushing him to follow and walk with him in direction of the chantry, ‘i hope you have some ingenious plan because i am not one for thinking on the spot and by the sounds of it we do not have much time,’ he continues, hands tense as they hold themselves in front of his chest, unsure of how to hold himself as morals flip over in his head, ‘i do not care who your help was, i am beating both of your asses when this is finished,’

                     anders knew they had little time left ---- justice would awaken soon and take back over. then, that would be when everything went far more down hill than it already was. maybe this was a chance to save lives, but at the same time, it also was a chance to fix one of the worst mistakes he had ever made. to not blow up a building that would harm almost everyone in the city.

                     ‘an hour... or less.’ honestly, he didn’t even know, but with tensions as high as they already were? anders wished he was in full control of everything to set it straight... for everyone, ‘once we get there, i should know how to stop it, and if i fail? get as many people out as you can.’ it was a way to save lives and hopefully... himself as well. 

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“SOMETIMES WE MUST live with what has happened. You may not like it always, but if you cannot change what has happened- WHY CHANGE ANYTHING AT ALL?” She wanted to mention how much Ander’s sounded like ELIAS in that moment.  ‘WE’LL MAKE SURE THIS NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.’ So foolhardy, while shed appreciate the the statement usually; now was entirely different. She felt nothing for it. 

“Don’t throw yourself into the fray over a lost soul, I am here and I am alive. The latter would have been DEATH. It may not be what you want, or what anyone wants. But it’s better than nothing.” She’d watch him quietly, the blue glow alarming her for a moment before returning to a calm. A sign of his anger, she’d reach out to him, fingers gripping his sleeve. 

“Don’t let anger consume you, or you’ll only end up destroying yourself” 

Destroying himself had been something he’d done for years. Even before he had met her, both himself, and Justice had fought for control. The deals they made did little to resolve the spats and now they were both ( for once ) agreeing that every single Templar had to die.

It wouldn’t change anything, it wouldn’t even change what had happened, but what it would do would give the world a statement. Mages were people, but with power... if that meant that Anders had to do something worse than last time? He would do it, Anders would personally see to it that everyone was punished. It didn’t matter who they were, if they were involved, they would die, and vengeance  would occur. It had to.

Even her gripping his sleeve didn’t stop his train of thought. It just pushed him forward into remembering what he had lost. Pushed him forward to thoughts... that he hadn’t had since Kirkwall.

“I’ve already been on the edge of being destroyed for years. Anger.... is all I have left.”

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“It was your stupid idea.“

“To be quite fair, it may have been MY stupid idea, but I wasn’t in it alone,” he pointed out, “You may not approve, but OTHER’S did.”

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Honestly, Anders had doubted that any of the Wardens were really looking for him. He had left that life long ago and wasn’t about to go back. Well, he didn’t think that going back now would serve anyone well, and as such... the apostate had actually managed to feel ‘safe’. Well, until now at least, “I didn’t know they dragged people back in like the Templar’s,” he said, “Maybe you lot should tell them that before the Joining.”

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“If you’re going to run from the Wardens, you might want to consider hiding yourself better.” He looked around the clinic and the various people gathered there before turning his gaze back to Anders. “Or at least going by a different name.”

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breathes on the dash.

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’ right. perfectly safe if he cooperates. ’ with Davyna

“There are more ways to get someone to cooperate than simply asking them to.” Anders knew fully well what he was insinuating, but at the moment, he just didn’t care, “Force can be used if ...needed.” And it would be needed... that he was sure of.

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I’m alive! Actually, I have been working on my MAIN blog, and trying to get the draft number there lower as well as focusing on my school work.  However, I can be found on discord ( sonofblackheart#4720 ) if you need me!

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And here’s Anders with the weather.

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“But would they succeed? Or would they be won over with purrs and meows and cute little faces?”

“Now, that would be interesting, wouldn’t it? I think we could win against them, but it would take straight, and someone who can’t stand to be around cats.”

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      “ A healer and nothing more..? Well that’s quite the killjoy statement. ” The elf’s nose wrinkled with slight protest to the realization there was perhaps nothing intriguing here after all. “ Right – a healer who is so infamous that one cannot wander within the walls of Lowtown - is that right, did I say that right? - without HEARING of this man. But…just a healer. No need to fret, friend! Who is this little Dalish girl going to run off and tell? Do I look the type to have templar friends in my metaphorical pocket? ”

           “As long as you have information that is valuable to them, the Templars will do whatever is needed to track down anyone that is considered a Mage.” That much was a given in this day and age, but all the same, there was doubt that it would happen this time around, “If they find someone who they deem a threat, they will do whatever is needed to make sure the threat is gone. Most of the time it means death.” 

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“Perhaps he is the same as all the others.” Maz conceded, shrugging. “But he’s still my Templar.” She would defend him because she cared.

“Perhaps you’re right, but I don’t like Templars. Doesn’t matter how changed he is... I kill the one’s that cross my path.”