#jackson jt trevelyan

[jewish-gay-elves]

Don't Say A Word

The Inquisitor's hand hurts. Cole notices. Dorian didn't know. Varric stays out of it.

Words: 970, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of the Jackson Trevelyan: Don't Call Me That

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquistion, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: None Characters: Male Trevelyan, Male Inquisitor, Dorian Pavus, Cole, Varric Tethras Relationships: Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan Additional Tags: Trespasser DLC, cole opens his big fuckin mouth, we still love him tho

“Your hand hurts, it’s pulling you apart” Cole says, stopping suddenly in the middle of the path ahead of you. You feel your heart freeze in your chest, no. No, you wanted to tell him yourself, not like this, not like this. Your stomach twists and knots itself into a ball as the rest of your party comprehends what Cole has let spill. Varric’s eyebrows have furrowed together in uncertainty or puzzlement  you can’t tell. You instinctively grab at the marked hand, pulling it closer to you and away from Dorian, afraid of what he might do.

Dorian had been walking beside you and stops as you reach Cole. He looks at you with confusion and horror. You’d spoken about the mark before, before Dorian left for Tevinter again and everything became so big for the Inquisition that you rarely had time to sit down and actually talk, even through letters and such. The two of you agreed that at that moment, the mark was fine and a way to deal with it would be found should the need arise. However, the need may have arose and you may have neglected to tell him about the pain originating in your hand. You can’t meet Dorian’s eyes and look away, just for a moment. Long enough for his fears to be confirmed and he chokes on his next words.

“Why didn’t you say something? I could’ve…I don’t know…Something!” he says grabbing your shoulder to make sure you look at him. There aren’t tears in his eyes, not yet.  You open your mouth to say something but he interrupts you.

“What about everyone else? Your advisors? Do they know anything about this?” His fear has turned to fury and his hands spark at the fingertips in his distressed state. You place your hands at his waist. You know you are supposed to be doing things right now but damn those things because you have to explain to him. You have to make things right because things are so dangerous right now. They’ve always been dangerous but you can’t let this wait until the mission is over.

“Cullen knows that it keeps me up at night, I expect he’s not spoken to the others about it. Darling, we talked about it, that something like this might happen sometime, you know we did. We just have to deal with it now. Whatever happens, I wouldn’t trade the years we’ve had together for anything. I love you,” You tell him, stressing that last part so he remembers it. That you didn’t mean for him to be out of the loop. You’d hoped to keep all of them out of the loop for as long as possible. Sadly, Cole had other ideas, whether he knew that he did or not.

“I knew you’d break my heart, you bloody bastard,” Dorian says, the rage and anger morphing into anguish, so quickly and so clearly readable on his face. You always had an easy time when it came to reading his emotions. He explained that in Tevinter they were deeply passionate about everything so long ago, and even after his parents schooled him in keeping a neutral face it could never stop him. You’d do anything to keep that face smiling, even rip open the Breach again with your own hands. Instead you pull him closer to you and wrap yourself around him. He burrows his face into your neck to hide his sob which has finally crawled up his throat. You tuck your face into Dorian’s shoulder, gripping him closer and fisting his robes in your grasp. In this position you end up making eye contact with Cole who has the decency to look ashamed at least.

“I made it hurt, I-” he starts but then you cut off his apologies.

“Cole, don’t fret,” You begin, lifting your face finally to address him. You can feel Dorian clutch at you harder after you open your mouth to speak. “I should have said something earlier, and I’m sorry for that. I didn’t want to worry or distract any of you,” your words were loud enough to speak to the whole group but you said them for Dorian’s benefit. Varric turns away, seemingly to give you some privacy, but from where you stand you can see him rubbing at his own face. It is off putting to realize that this dwarf, who never caves under anything, is wiping away tears at the thought of your potential death.

Eventually Dorian’s grip becomes so tight you aren’t sure if you’re actually breathing and then he lets go and steps away. His cheeks have some khol tracks on them but he disregards them as he gives you his darkest glare.

“Well now I have two things to kill that uppity elf for. Knowing him he probably won’t have the decency to off himself for my benefit, so that means we need to find him. Fast,” he says, looking more determined than he had the day he left for Tevinter. You know that this is going to be the only time he’ll let his emotions get the run of him and you try schooling your face into a determined mask as well. You step forward, ready to return to the task when he reaches out and grabs your shoulder.

“Once this is all done with, you best believe that I am going to be having more than a few words with you Amatus, and I can’t imagine our friends will be silent during this either. So you best stay alive or I will bring you back so that we will all get our chance to beat some lessons into you. I can do that you know,” he threatens. You could only chuckle and reply back with,

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything,”

[livinginsynth]

Super Long Tag Challenge

Once upon a time, I was tagged by @notoriousjohntaylor for this tag game!  Thank you, lovely friend!

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. Coke or Pepsi: Like JT in SBS, I prefer Pepsi!

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney

3. Coffee or Tea: Coffee

4. Books or Movies: Both, but usually not a fan of movies based on books...

5. Windows or Mac: Windows

6. DC or Marvel: Marvel

7. Xbox or PlayStation: Neither, Nintendo 4eva!  =P

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Neither

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night owl at heart, early riser by necessity

10. Cards or Chess: Cards

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate

12. Vans or Converse: Converse

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: Uhhh...what?

14. Fluff or Angst: Fluff

15. Beach or Forest: Beach

16. Dogs or Cats: Love both, but I go for dogs. (just stole your answer lol)

17. Clear skies or rain: Depends on my mood

18. Cooking or eating out: Depends on if I can cook the particular dish I'm craving or not

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Spicy food

20. Halloween/ Samhain or Solstice/ Yule/ Christmas: I like both Halloween and Christmas

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too hot probably, if I had to choose

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Flying

23. Animation or Live action: Depends on the subject

24. Paragon or Renegade: IDK what you're talking about, man!

25. Baths or Showers: Showers

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Indifferent

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Both!

28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes: "I felt very grown up when I was wearing makeup, thank you very much."  - Nick Rhodes, "BLECK HYUCK HYUCK YUCK!" - Lava Piranha in Paper Mario, "I am nekkid!  We are united in exposure!  Nekky nokky nakey!"  - Hestu in Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild when you don't have any armor on

29. YouTube or Netflix: YouTube, don't have Netflix

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Neither

31. When you feel accomplished: Whenever I finish a big task at work

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Trek

33. Paperback or Hardcover books: Paperback

34. Handwriting or Typing: Both

35. Velvet or Satin: Ooh, hard to choose...probably velvet

36. Video Games or Movies: Both

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon: Be one, lol

38. Sunrise or Sunset: Sunset

39. What’s your favorite song? New Religion by Duran Duran

40. Horror Movies Yes or No: YES

41. Long hair or Short hair: I like the way long hair looks, but short hair is so much more comfortable, I have to admit

42. Opera or Theater: Theater

43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the worlds would you pick to travel to first?  Um...The Mushroom Kingdom?

44. If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be? Spaghetti

45. Older guys or younger guys: Older

46. If you could erase any show from history, what would it be? Keeping Up With the Kardashians

47. Singing or Dancing: Dancing

48. Instagram or Twitter: Instagram, don't have Twitter

49. What quote or saying do people spout but is complete BS: YOLO

50. If there was a time period that you would gladly time travel to live or visit, what would it be: Either the mid-90s or 80s

51. Have you ever been to a concert? Yes, I've seen Tool, Willie Nelson, and Duran Duran

52. What do you think the meaning of the universe is: Beats me

53. If you could resurrect one musician/ actor/ artist in general, who would it be: Jim Morrison

54. What would be your dream concert if you have one: Duran Duran and Level 42

55. You can travel to any other planet of the galaxy, which one do you choose? Venus

56. If you could live in any country of the world, in which country would you live and why? Australia, maybe?  Just because it's so far away from where I am =P

And now, here's my question: What is your favorite song lyric of all time?

Ermmm, I don’t think I will tag 57 people, but I will tag @antigonemaia @yogspreciousbox @fatal-plastic-kiss @fastrthanlite @durandemonium if you’re feeling up to it ^_^

[jewish-gay-elves]

New Game

AO3 Link

Cullen and Dorian's game only gets slightly disrupted, but in the best of ways.

Words: 818, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of the Jackson Trevelyan: Don't Call Me That

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Male Inquisitor, Male Trevelyan, Jackson "JT" Trevelyan, Dorian Pavus, Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, Cullen Rutherford Relationships: Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan, Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi/Cullen Rutherford Additional Tags: just playin sum chess, cause im bad with prompts

“Reset the board gentlemen! A new challenger appears!” JT exclaimed as he lead Krem to their chess table in the middle of the gardens. Dorian looked up from the game in progress, eager at the notion of someone new to cheat against, while Cullen still looked at the board and debated his move.

“Cremisius, what a delight!” Dorian exclaimed, “I would stand and greet you properly but that would be conceding defeat to the lovely commander here. Besides, sweetheart we can’t reset the game, I’m about to win,”

“Inquisitor, tell your beau to take that back or else I’m leaving,” Krem remarked, crossing his arms.

“Take what back?” JT said, looking stupidly confused.

“Oh, dearest apologies, Krem, I would stand and greet you properly but you know why I’m not” Dorian said waving him off and turning back to the board as Cullen finished his move.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t concern yourself for the soporati, ser altus,” Krem said as he and JT stood next to the table, watching the game play out. Dorian only rolled his eyes in response as he considered the pieces in front of him while Cullen finally looked up.

“Lieutenant, a pleasure to see you. I hope the Inquisitor didn’t bully you into entertaining him while Dorian and I play,” Cullen said, beginning to flush a bit.

“Course not Commander-” Krem began before being cut off by a very put out Inquisitor.

“Can we please cut it out with the titles gentlemen?” JT asked, drawing out the ‘please’ in a childish manner. Then it was Krem’s turn to roll his eyes, because of course JT would complain about the titles before Krem could even tease Cullen for using them. Cullen just blushed a tad bit harder in response as he looked at Krem. His attention quickly whipped back to the game when Dorian set down his piece with a loud clack.

“Contrary to what you might believe, Krem actually wanted to come see you play himself,” JT proclaimed, looking very smug.

“Well, he should get ready to see our dear Cullen lose,” Dorian replied cheekily.

“I wouldn’t underestimate him that easily,” Krem said, looking upon the board critically.

“Oh, and if you were playing, how might you turn this around?” Dorian asked, Cullen even paused in his analysis of the board, curious to see how Krem would turn it around. Krem looked to Cullen for permission and he could only nod in reply. Cullen prepared to stand up to allow Krem to sit and play but instead, Krem just came up behind him and leaned over Cullen to reach the board, pressing up against the Commander.

“Like this,” Krem said, moving Cullen’s Queen from where he had been keeping it in his reserves. His warm breath ghosted past Cullen’s ear, forcing his face to become bright red and for JT to try and contain his giggles at the Commander’s obvious crush. Dorian however was very interested in what Krem was doing, and trying to see which of his pieces were now in the most danger of being taken. Once Dorian realized what had happened, his eyes grew wide with delight.

“Oh that is simply incredible, where in Thedas did you learn how that?” Dorian asked, looking up at him.

“Being in the Chargers takes you to many, many different taverns. You could say in between all the drinking songs that I’ve learned a mean game of chess over the years.” Krem replied, smirking at him.

“Quite mean indeed!” Dorian returned, trying to find a way to weasel out of the spot Krem’s move put him in. Meanwhile, Krem was still leaning over Cullen’s shoulder, and began whispering in his ear.

“He’s going to try and take down your Queen, but doing so will leave his defenses right open for your bishop. Push on in and you’ve got his King,” Krem advised. Cullen was still a bit flustered by the fact that Krem was so close, but thankfully after whispering his instructions, he stepped back to allow the players some space.

Once the game wrapped up, just like Krem said it would, the four men began congratulating Cullen, and by extension, Krem, on the win.

“Oh Darling, don’t pout because Krem helped Cullen win. You know that if I tried helping the game would have been over twenty moves ago with the same outcome,” JT said, patting his lover on the back.

“I know, I know, just isn’t quite fair,” Dorian said, crossing his arms.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me coming to ruin all of your games, Pavus. Chess is just a bit too boring for my tastes,” Krem said, with a wink.

“But you’ll come and ruin some games for him?” Cullen asked, not truly looking for help with his chess game, but hoping that Krem would spend more time with them.

“Oh almost definitely, Commander,” Krem said with a wink.

[jewish-gay-elves]

Required Rest

JT and Dorian manage to convince Cullen to take the night off. Just a little dialogue drabble between some good pals!

Words: 371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of the Jackson Trevelyan: Don't Call Me That

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Male Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Male Trevelyan, Dorian Pavus, Cullen Rutherford, Jackson "JT" Trevelyan Relationships: Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan, implied Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi/Cullen Rutherford Additional Tags: aka the tales of JT and the bois, aka more from the nasty boy squad, aka im tired of looking at this draft

JT Cullen Dorian

“Commander, you can’t expect us to let you wither all alone in here can you?”

“Inquisitor, please I have work to finish,”

“Hmm no that won’t do, I believe further persuasion will be required,”

“Commander Cullen Stanton Rutherford-,”

“Bloody Orlesians…”

“Use the voice, you know what I’m talking about,”

“I demand that you accompany your Inquisitor to the Herald’s Rest for food and drink immediately. There that should work shouldn’t it?”

“You two are incorrigible, I should hope you know that.”

“Oh just think about it Commander, if you cave in and go with us, not only are you getting dinner but the Chargers are back so there should definitely be a show,”

“If only it were that kind of show, sadly, we always are subjected to the Iron Bull’s body.”

“I knew you two were up to something-!”

“Yes, getting you to eat dinner and spend time with people who care about you, we are truly devious,”

“I mean, I also want to see you try to flirt with Krem again and Dorian wants to be there when you are let down again by his obliviousness, but yeah food and good company is probably our larger motive!”

“And people say I have no tact, how have you managed being amongst nobles your entire life?”

“Look at that! He’s getting out from behind the desk! I wasn’t sure his legs even worked anymore after being cramped in there for so long,”

“To answer your question, I did it very carefully, and mostly by making Max deal with them and then tactfully returning to my rooms, preferably with either a nice vintage or a lonely peer. Or both if possible!”

“I’m sure your sister really appreciated that didn’t she?”

“You do remember meeting his sister don’t you?”

“Dorian’s right, Max didn’t even see it as a punishment for annoying me! She just thought that I was giving up the family name and this was an even better way to take out Drew or something. Can we go now, I want to get the good ale,”

“Yes we can leave, I’ve got everything in order Ser Impatience,”

“Amatus you know that they save the best stuff for you and only you, don’t you?”

[jewish-gay-elves]

A Skyhold Meeting

Varric has a surprise for JT waiting at Skyhold, he almost forgets to go see what it is, but actually remembers at the last second.

Words: 2376, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Jackson Trevelyan: Don't Call Me That, Part 1 of Ant Hawke: Larger than He Seems

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age II Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: None Characters: Male Hawke, Varric Tethras, Male Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Antony Hawke, Male Trevelyan, Jackson Trevelyan Relationships: None Additional Tags: takin in game scenes and fucking with em, aka thats all i do really, this ended up much bigger than i thought it would

Having to wait for Varric to give the signal to finally approach was a pain and a half. He said it had to be the most opportune moment, and if Anthony walked out too soon then the surprise would be up and that wouldn’t be fun for anyone. Ant knew it was silly but that childish voice in the back of his head begged to play along. So for about an hour now, he had been using force magic to keep himself aloft.

“You can come down now, Messere Inquisitor left for the Hinterlands not ten minutes ago,” Varric called, surprising Anthony with his volume. Ant gave him a look before Varric rolled his eyes and finally added on to his previous sentence. “He took Seeker, Sparkler, and Buttercup with him, just get down here Hawke,” Now it was Ant’s turn to roll his eyes before he lowered himself using small puffs of force magic to make sure he didn’t break his foot falling that distance. Even if it was just a forty foot drop.

“Well this is a bit anticlimactic don’t you think? Telling me to hide up here and such to wait for him to appear but then he just leaves? Almost rude if you think about it,” Anthony said, putting his hands on his hips and pouting slightly. Varric looked as though he were about to reply but was cut off by rapid footsteps on the battlement outside. With a panicked look shared between them Varric was heading for the door as Anthony used his abilities to propel himself upwards.

Soon the door burst inwards and Varric was busy trying to think of a reason that he was in the abandoned tower in the first place. Like a small whirlwind, a young man who Anthony couldn’t place for the life of him, swung into the tower already talking a mile a minute. Varric’s face had been schooled back into nonchalance, and he was obviously trying to keep up with the quick paced lad. Ant could only wish that he was that energetic anymore.

“Whoa whoa, Sharps, slow down, take a breath. I can hardly understand you. Where’s the fire, kid?” Varric said, finally just hoping that he would repeat everything.

“Oh right, sorry I got excited. We were almost down the Skyhold steps and Cassandra started ranting about who you might have been talking about bringing to Skyhold, and then Dorian and Sera started guessing. Then, Sera said it had to be the Champion of Kirkwall because there was no way you knew the Hero of Ferelden, and Cassandra’s face was so red it had to be true and then I remembered you told me to meet you here! So, I figured the Hinterlands could wait for a bit, it’s not like that dragon is going to go anywhere,” He said, still in a rush. However, the bit about the dragon caught Ant’s interest. Dropping down was no hassle and then he ended up behind the boy with the eager question on his lips.

“You said there’s a dragon in the Hinterlands?”

“Ohmakerwhatthefuck!” The lad, (really only someone under the age of 25 would wear armor like that) said in reply to Ant’s appearance.

“Really, Hawke? As if we didn’t have enough dragons in Kirkwall,” Varric piped in, slightly annoyed with the ruined surprise.

“Cassandra is going to absolutely kill me for getting to meet you first,” the boy continued, as if he had not even heard the question.

“See, thats where you’re wrong Sharps, she’s going to kill me first for lying to her, which is why I need you to keep quiet. Besides, we have more important things to talk about,” Varric said, trying to get them back on track.

“Yeah, like the dragon! Where is it? Is it very large? We got mostly the same breed of dragon around Kirkwall, so things got boring kind of fast,” Ant said, remembering the huge dragon in the Bone Pit and all of her many, many, children.

“Wrong line of thought Hawke, c’mon, focus big boy,” Varric said “Something about a friend who can help us?”

“Right yes, Crestwood. Wardens. Something big is happening and I have some friends who can help but he can’t come here directly. You’ll have to go to Crestwood and find them,” Ant said, careful to not disclose the name of his ally.

“I can’t believe the Champion of Kirkwall is here,” the Inquisitor said, still looking dumbstruck at the man in front of him.

“Right, let’s try this one more time, proper introductions. Sharps, this is Antony Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall, and the Grand Enchanter of the Kirkwall Circle. Hawke, this is Jackson Trevelyan, youngest son of the Trevelyan family, Herald of Andraste, and most recently leader of the Inquisition. Congratulations, you’ve met,” Varric said dryly.

“JT, please, the full name is terribly stiff,” he said, seemingly coming back to himself and his manners in a way only nobles seemed to pull off.

“Hawke works fine, I don’t use Champion much anymore, and Grand Enchanter makes me feel awkward,” Ant replied. The two shook hands at last and looked each other over.

“I figured you might have some friendly advice about Corypheus, Hawke. You and I did fight him after all,” Varric said, beginning to step away from the two humans. “Well, I’m going to take my leave, see if I can avoid Cassandra long enough for her to cool off some,” Varric finished, heading down the steps.

“You’ve already dropped half a mountain on his head. I’m sure anything I tell you pales in comparison,” Ant said, leaning against the railing, taking in the sight of Skyhold. His freshly shaved head creating a terrible glare. JT had to step closer in order to avoid it.

“I heard all about how you saved Kirkwall from a horde of raging Qunari, I wouldn’t put down your advice so lightly,” JT said, still remembering all the remarkable things he read about the Champion, not seeing the man in front of him.

“I don’t see how that really applies, or is there a horde of rampaging Qunari I don’t know about?” Ant joked, hoping for some levity.

“There’s a Qunari. He almost qualifies as a horde all by himself. Fortunately, he’s on our side. His name’s The Iron Bull, swing by the tavern if you want to meet him,” JT advised. Hawke smiled at the thought of drinking with a Qunari after all of his history with the Arishok.

“You know, this view reminds me of the home I had in Kirkwall. I had a balcony that let me see all of the city” Ant said, looking back out at the scenery. JT lowered himself onto his elbows as well, allowing him the same view as Hawke.

“You’re lucky it was just a single city, I’ve got half of Thedas. Though most days it feels like the whole world is on my shoulders,” JT said, slumping in on himself.

“You’re doing everything you can to protect them,” Hawke conceded, hoping it would cheer the lad up again. Instead, JT froze next to him.

“Does it ever get any easier?” He asked, sounding as young as he looked. Ant could only reply with honesty.

“I’ll have to let you know on that one. I don’t envy you Inquisitor, but I may be able to help you.” Ant finally said, figuring they might as well get on with it. Trying to remember everything he could from his foray into the Vimmark Mountains.

“Varric said you fought Corypheus,” JT prompted, not remembering this story from the Tale of the Champion.

“Fought and killed. The Grey Wardens were holding him, and he somehow used his connection to the darkspawn to influence them. Corypheus got into their heads, messed with their minds, turned them against each other. If the Wardens have disappeared, they could have fallen under his control again. I remember seeing what it did to Anders, no one should have to go through that,” Ant admitted.

“You said you thought you killed Corypheus?” JT asked, eager to hear more of Hawke’s tales.

“The Grey Wardens had him imprisoned. They used my father’s blood in a ritual to seal Corypheus inside, but he could still reach out and influence the Wardens’ thoughts. He sent them after me. And I didn’t just think I killed him. When the fight was done, he was dead on the ground. Maybe his tie to the Blights somehow brought him back, or maybe its old Tevinter magic, but he was dead. I swear it.”

“So Corypheus has the Venatori, the Red Templars, and now possibly the Wardens as well?” JT said with minor hysterics, shaking his head he just turned to sarcasm as he said “Wonderful,” in a dry tone.

“I didn’t come all this way just to give you bad news,” Hawke said, standing up to pat him on the back.

“If that’s what happened to the Wardens, do you think we can free them?” JT asked, knowing the outlook was bleak. Ant however, tried to share his optimism.

“It’s possible, but we need to know more first,” Hawke said.

“You’re giving me a lot of maybes, maybe Corypheus has the Wardens, maybe they can be saved, I need some proof Hawke,” JT said, standing to his full height.

“Then let’s get you some, that friend in the Wardens I mentioned? I actually have a few. The last time we spoke, they were worried about corruption in the Warden ranks. Since then, nothing.” Ant explained.

“Corypheus would certainly qualify as corruption in the ranks if what we saw in the Red Templars is anything to go by. Did your friends disappear with them?” JT asked, trying to be gentle.

“No, they told me they’d be hiding in an old smuggler’s cave near Crestwood like I mentioned,” Ant said.

“If you didn’t know about Corypheus, what were you doing investigating the Wardens?” JT asked.

“One of the templars in Kirkwall was using a strange sort of lyrium. It was red. My brother put a stop to that but, I’d hoped the Wardens could tell me more about it,” Hawke explained. JT didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking about everything that had been said.

“Corypheus had templars with him at Haven. They seemed to have been exposed to the type of lyrium you described.” JT told him.

“Hopefully, my friend in the Wardens will know more.” Ant said, being optimistic again. JT just shrugged.

“I’ll take any lead I can get at the moment,” he admitted.

“Good. I’ll do whatever I can to help. I’ll need to send out a few messages if that’s all right?” Ant asked to JT’s brisk nods. “But let me know if you have anymore questions. Otherwise, I’ll meet you at Crestwood.”

“Actually, I have to ask, where did you go after the mages rebelled?” JT asked.

“I heard the Chantry was thinking about sending an Exalted March to Kirkwall to put down the rebellion. There was no point in it, those who wanted to live free of the Chantry had already fled, having no particular ties to Kirkwall while those who wanted to stay would have been obedient as lambs. Those behind the rebellion knew that Kirkwall’s templar force had been decimated after the death of Knight Commander Meredith and fled. I thought that by turning myself into the Divine herself, I could save more lives than loose.

As it turned out, I needn’t have bothered. All the Circles were rising up by then, we helped a lot of them take that final step. Afterwards, I returned to Kirkwall with my brother who stepped up into the role of Knight Commander after Cullen had left with Cassandra, and I stepped into the role of Grand Enchanter, to try and keep the peace. Atone for the lives lost on all sides, set a new precedent for how Circles could be run.” Ant explained. “Just some wishful thinking on my part I guess,”

“That’s extremely admirable of you, but what about Anders, what happened there? What was he like?” JT asked, still extremely curious.

“Complicated, it’s not like the minstrels make it out to be. He’s not just a monster or a hero. Or, maybe he’s both. There was a voice in him, literally, driving him towards justice for the mages, so loud it drowned everything else out. He was trying to change the world, he knew it couldn’t happen peacefully. There had to be a catalyst in the equation. I can’t give up on him. He’d be here right now if it was anyone after me but the Wardens. He’s a good friend, but he used to be a Grey Warden, I won’t risk exposing him to whatever they’re going through.” Ant said, thinking of his closest friend.

“What about the rest of your friends and family in Kirkwall, where are they now?” JT asked, hoping to land on a lighter subject.

“When the Wardens began acting strangely I had Aveline and her husband return to Kirkwall to keep an eye on my brother. If the three of them were together I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. Fenris on the other hand, he would have killed himself to protect me. I didn’t want to give him that chance. Isabela is still sailing, for all of our friendship, I knew she needed to be back on the seas rather than stuck in Ferelden. Merrill traveled with her for a while, but then began to help elven refugees who were displaced by the war, sending more than a few your way in fact. My uncle is still in Kirkwall actually, he and my cousin are keeping an eye on the manor while Carver and I are busy.” Ant said.

“Thank you, I know some of these things are hard to talk about,” JT said.

“It’s not an issue, but I’m sure we both have things we need to attend to,” Ant said.

“Right! I was going to fight a dragon!” JT said, finally remembering his team that he left by the gates. “Want to come along Champion?” he asked.

“I thought you’d never ask, Inquisitor,” Ant said with a broad grin on his face.