Dragon Age: Inquisition: Anders Inquisitor AU

[wolfehawke]

Hawke is called away from his fugitive life with Anders to go look into some red lyrium stuff with Stroud. Anders heads for the Conclave to "redeem himself".

This can only end well.

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[wolfehawke]

"Naturally," Adalwolfe waves a hand, pronouncing the word loftily as if he doesn't have any doubts when in actuality he can't imagine why anyone would want him to lead anything. Every time anyone ever brings up that notion he has to wonder if the world's gone mad. Though now, with a glowing green crack in the sky, maybe it has.

The silence after that word goes on just a little bit too long and Wolfe clears his throat.

"Should I return you to your retainers? Or do you think they expect us to be a bit longer?" His hand returns to Anders' side, slipping under his coat to do it. Wolfe has always thought the round-ring fastenings on Anders' coat were hardly practical to keeping out the chill, but with his ability to creep his hands easily inside said coat, he does find them practical for other things. Not that he feels particularly amorous at the moment, it's just... how Anders left, how he'd thought his love dead, a charred body among many. Adalwolfe needs this, he needs to feel Anders solidly beside him, under his hands, taking up space in his life so know that there isn't just a hole there that's molded to his shape.

"You can introduce me properly to your Inquisition later," he whispers against Anders' neck, pressing a kiss to the soft skin there and warming it from the mountain's cold with his breath.

[apurrstate]

'Your Inquisition' are some of the most terrifying words he's ever heard. It was Leliana's and Cassandra's Inquisition. Being 'The Herald of Andraste' was the only thing he could think of that scared him more and he'd had no say in it. Blessed and cursed in equal measure...he might not wish Wolfe here, but Maker save them, he didn't think he could do this without him, either.

"They can wait. They can't decide who to approach next...but they know who I would choose." His voice drifted off, already a little breathy under Hawke's lips as Anders tilted his head back for easier access. This first. He needed this first and then he could put his mind back to their efforts. Redoubled with his love at his side.

[wolfehawke]

The kiss is sweet and almost chaste for how Wolfe pulls away just after to furrow his brow at Anders. "Approach for help? I'm surprised all of Thedas hasn't sent some sort of-"

He cuts himself off, the reminder of just what sort of world they live in catching up with him all at once. "Nevermind, I'm not actually that surprised. Who's on the list, then?"

[apurrstate]

Anders can't help the slight flare of disappointment when Wolfe pulls away. He was more than ready to not think about business for a while, but he knew his love, he'd be too distracted by wanting to know what field they were on before anything more intimate could come up. Besides, Anders hardly deserved it considering the stress he'd put Hawke under.

He leaned in for another (selfish) kiss, then took Wolfe by the hand so they could sit at the small table in the cabin. Even once they were sitting, however, he didn't release Wolfe's hand.

"You'd think they'd want help, considering the sky is broken, but it seems people are ever as impractical. For that hole in the sky, the others think we should either approach the rebel mages to pour more magic into the mark so that it's strong enough to close the rift, or approach the templars holed up in their corners to weaken the magic in the rift itself." Anders sighed a bit, that weight that had settled on him since he'd woken up and walked outside to find half of Haven staring at him, settling back in. "Cullen has a point, the templars likely could accomplish such a thing, but the fact I'd be the one approaching them when I'm the most hated mage in all of Thedas makes the idea laughable. I suspect they know it's not workable, but considering we have so few avenues of aid, they don't want to take it entirely off the table."

If they'd even make the decision. This group...they debated and argued so much...it seemed the only thing they'd managed to -barely- agree on, was to include him in the decision making instead of just sending him where they needed him. He had a sinking suspicion the decision would end up in his hands in the end anyway.

[wolfehawke]

"If they're really as Maker-fearing as they say they are, they'll follow you if you're Andraste's Herald." He says this with irony, knowing that templars aren't so much Maker-fearing as mage-fearing on the whole. "No, the mages would be better. They'll listen to you, first of all. Or some of them anyway. And it could earn them amnesty and a chance to show they can use their magic to serve man in the spirit of the Chant and not the Chantry."

Wolfe lets that sink in for a moment, lets the conversation go back to the cause. Yes there are more pressing matters in that the sky has cracked open and Maker knows what is seething green on the other side, but that doesn't mean they can't try to help in such a way as to further their endeavor as well. Anders is in a position to do so much more good then they ever could even when they were traveling the Marches and further to push Circles to join the rebellion. A rebellion that's gotten more mages killed than saved, if Adalwolfe has any true guess. Maybe this Inquisition can bring a peace with it.

There's not just that either. He wants Carver far away from this and were the Templars called to help, he knows his brother would be first in line to heed the call. Not through any sort of chase for glory - not anymore - but because it's what should be done for the good of all. Bless him, but he'd not see the danger. No, best leave him out to sea with Isabela chasing whatever lie they'd come up with to get him to go. Best keep the Templars out of notoriety altogether lest word get back to the younger Hawke and spur him to seek out the Inquisition himself. Maker's breath, that might be the end of Adalwolfe if it came to pass.

It's the right thing to ask the mages even without his personal doubts, but he can't help the bit of nagging doubt that wonders if they really do need Templars to fight against magic in this case... and the stakes are too high to fail.

He weaves his fingers between Anders', rubbing his thumb against the freckles on the back of his love's hand. "Who's leading the rebel mages now?"

[apurrstate]

"Enchanter Fiona. She has a good head on her shoulders and she's been a voice of reason in the circles for some time now. There's also a rumor she has some history of working with the Wardens for something, but I don't know how much of that is true. Jospehine said she'd look into it."

The thought reminded him of Blackwall and, consequently, Leliana's concern about the Warden's involvement with the Conclave. He almost wished Blackwall was a true Warden, if only for the insight he could provide. Anders had told him he would keep the secret as long as Blackwall eventually told him why he was even keeping it someday, but he wondered if Hawke actually had to count in that. Maybe later, if it even mattered.

"When I go back in there, if they still haven't made a decision, I'll make it for them. We were technically invited there by Fiona, unlike the templars who closed the door in our faces in Val Royeaux, so it makes the most sense. Even beyond my personal preferences. Besides, the Warden-Commander mentioned Arl Emon was a very reasonable man and she helped them before, perhaps the Warden angle will come in handy."

Which...was another thing...the taint. He should mention that too, there was no way Wolfe would know just by looking at him. Maybe he'd be able to pick it up in the coming nights as Anders' sleep went uninterrupted by nightmares of blight and darkspawn, but it would likely be more appreciated as something told than discovered. It was just a matter of how. So far, only Leliana and Blackwall even knew.

[wolfehawke]

"It should, especially in Ferelden considering it's your Warden Commander's accomplishment that the country is even still standing." Wolfe leans back in his chair, his free arm perched along the back while leaving his other hand still entwined with Anders'. "Varric mentioned the Seeker was looking for the Hero of Ferelden alongside me in his letter. Did she find her?"

He's curious to meet her actually. Has been ever since he learned her surname was the same as his, and a mage to boot. He'd always assumed his and Bethany's magic had come from their father but if it had come from the nobility side instead... well, it doesn't really mean anything honestly, but it is a curious coincidence that he's interested in finding out more about. He doesn't expect the the Seeker has located the Warden though, otherwise she'd likely be here.

"Nevermind, she likely would have been in the chantry with the others if she'd been here so my guess is no. As for Enchanter Fiona, it's probably best to stop dallying and make the trek to Redcliff before the war gets someone killed. I propose you march back into that room and use your newfound authority to do some good."

You know. In a minute. When he can bring himself to let go of his love's hand.

[apurrstate]

Just as Wolfe was going back on the question, Anders shook his head. Cassandra hadn't been successful in finding Warden-Commander Amell, just as she hadn't had a clue how to find Hawke himself. She'd tried to press it out of Anders himself, even, but he'd been steadfast in his refusal to give Wolfe over to the Seeker. Even once she'd sweared she only want to contact him for the good of Thedas, he hadn't budged. Wolfe was here now, but Anders still hoped his old commander and friend could stay out of this. She deserved some peace, they both did.

"Yes, you're probably right. We had to dispatch both the mages and templars fighting on the king's road through the Hinterlands, just to make the land safe again for those uninvolved. I don't want to keep seeing that bloodshed."

He could feel the surge in him that pressed for action. The need for that direction, briefly set aside by Hawke's arrival, now back in the center with Wolfe's own support. Justice couldn't abide by this any more than he could. Clearing out the rebel mage encampment had been painful, but even when he'd demanded their peace, they hadn't listened, so desperate to fight any who crossed their path. Even one of their own.

Anders nodded and stood. "I'll go now. There'll still be a day of preparation before we leave. I should go now to ensure we can leave as soon as possible. Thank you, love." For showing up, for granting this moment of reprieve, for putting him back on the path he should be on.