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 A MOMENT APART, ANDERS X CARVER
CARVER HAWKE
 Posted: Apr 11 2018, 07:22 PM
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There was too much shit happening all at once to know what was going on—but Carver did know he was sick of being tossed about like a child’s plaything. Justice was there and then everything was bright again, bright enough to blind him momentarily but he knew he was falling—he was sure that he had died, and that this was the end—he’d gotten the shit literally knocked out of him by a demon. It wasn’t a noble death at all: bested by a beast whose sole purpose was to see the fall of man. It was pathetic, really, and he doubted there would be anyone waiting with open arms on the other side. Perhaps he would spend out his afterlife following his brother’s life around, and forever committed to seeing him succeed while here he was, a failure in death.

The sudden pain that shocked his system when he was thrown to the ground, however, suggested that he wasn’t dead yet. Where he’d ended up, though, that was another question entirely. It was dark, too dark, and it took a long time for his eyes to adjust with the sudden light of before—not to mention he was still fighting to breathe. His legs were going numb, cold, then he couldn’t feel them at all, and the pain in his gut was so hot that it was cold. He’d never experienced anything quite like this before, and he supposed that he never would again. Carver thought that it would be… worse, somehow, but perhaps with all of his sensory nerves shutting down in order to ease his transition to the next world, it was only going to start looking up from here.

The mage was there, suddenly, kneeling down to where he lay on his back and Carver shot his arm up, fingers catching him on the sleeve of his robe, wrapping tightly around his bony wrist—his knuckles white as he squeezed. His body forced him up when he coughed, violently—spraying droplets of blood all over Anders. His stomach screamed from the involuntary movement and he dropped back down, his broken armor cutting into his gut like an anvil. It was a wonder how the demon had been able to shatter it and get to his skin—but the message had been received, too late. Don’t fuck with a demon, and listen to the one that seemed to give half a care if he stayed alive or dead.

He couldn’t speak, though he wanted to—he wanted to tell Anders that he was sorry, that he’d been an idiot, and if he could take everything back, he would. He didn’t want to die like this, frozen to the ground due to his body starting to seize up and short out. Carver’s thoughts faded into nothing, and all he could focus on was the small amount of vision that kept fading, smaller and smaller, as the seconds ticked by. He couldn’t even concentrate enough to think a prayer to give him safe passage from this world—and it was highly unlikely that the mage was just going to start spewing Chantry verses.
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ANDERS
 Posted: Apr 11 2018, 08:26 PM
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There was movement at least. Strong hands now weak from trauma and blood loss wrapped around his wrist, and Anders swallowed at the touch. The fear that stared up at him was foreign in those blue eyes, those stupidly beautiful blue eyes. He winced slightly, grimacing as Carver coughed up blood, splattering his skin with more crimson. He was literally watching the life fade from him and what made him sick the most was the dark thought of just leaving him to die.

Releasing a harsh breath, Anders reached up to grasp Carver's hand in his own, squeezing tightly before he pulled out of his grip. He reached up to cup Carver's chin, forcing the younger man to look at him. "I need you to focus on me, okay? Can you do that? Carver! You have to stay awake." His words were harsh, too harsh maybe, but he needed Carver to stay alive long enough to heal him. He couldn't heal the dead. His hand dropped away from Carver's chin to began gently Palpatine the wound, making sure none of the broken metal bits had fallen within.

Once he was certain there were no foreign objects in the wound, Anders focused, pulling at the strings inside him to grasp the magic he needed. He was tired, so it was difficult for him to find it, difficult for him to command it to do what he wanted. Fighting with Justice always exhausted him and add on top of it that he himself was injured from the claws of the demon, he was a mess trying to heal a dying man. Eventually the wound began to heal, skin knitting back together and organs restoring. The mage let out a harsh breath, sweat beading upon his brow as he forced his magic out, seeking any other injuries Carver sustained and fixing that as well.

The magic began to die, leaving Carver's body completely restored and Anders feeling sick to his stomach. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, reaching out to slide his hand behind Carver's head and pull him up slightly as he clasped the nape of his neck.

"Carver..." He spoke, his voice weary. "Damn it Carver, open your eyes."
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CARVER HAWKE
 Posted: Apr 12 2018, 08:05 AM
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There was a time when Carver had liked magic. When his brother had manifested his, and his twin sister, years later—Carver thought it would just be a matter of time for him to do the same. But that didn’t happen. Malcolm, Saskia and Bethany had all trained together, and Carver had nothing to go off of. He was the odd man out, and all he’d ever wanted was to manifest magic the same way his siblings had. It was only when it became clear to him that he would not ever be the same as the rest of his family that he backed off, chose to watch from the shadows and started on a different path than the one he’d wanted to go on. It was inevitable to become bitter about it, each time so much as a hand raised that a near-permanent scowl plastered over his features. He supposed none of it mattered now, seeing as he could barely keep his eyes open.

He was committed to the way of life now that he’d subjected himself to—he would not become a turncloak. Anders’ voice was fading fast, he heard him but couldn’t focus on the words. The feel of his hand around his own was just noise, too much noise. He just wanted it quiet, so he could slip away from the world in peace. And then there was pain, too much pain—he couldn’t think, couldn’t move, as his body started to do things that he didn’t think possible. The urge to pass out was overwhelming, but he fought it—no way was he going to fall unconscious and not be aware of whatever the mage was doing to him. Teeth gritted and he became aware of a solitary tear out of his left eye—one that he hadn’t been able to keep from surfacing. And then it was all over—just like that. His life had been spared by the hands of a mage who he’d been willing to turn over to a life of torture without a second thought.

The pain in his ankle had subsided, too, and the entire ordeal seemed to have taken a lot out of the mage, as his touch was weak now, versus frantic. He could sit up without difficulty, without removing Anders’ hand from him, instead fishing on his belt for the sole vial of lyrium that he carried on him, against his better judgment. There was no telling where they were, and how long they’d be here—but his life was worth more than a fucking lyirum vial.

”Take it,” Carver urged, gently pulling the mage’s wrist away from his neck and placing the bottle into his hand. ”Please.” He was at an absolute loss of what to say—what was he supposed to say? Thank you? Thank you for saving me even though I’ve been nothing but a bloody wanker? Carver’s brash personality likely wouldn’t change—but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do something good, either.

Perhaps he was a turncloak Templar already, giving lyrium to a mage.

So be it.
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ANDERS
 Posted: Apr 12 2018, 05:49 PM
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As the seconds passed by, panic began to bloom through his chest. It was true that Carver wasn't exactly his favorite person, and they weren't friends by any stretch of the imagination. But he didn't want the man to die, for more than one reason. Carver was arrogant and stubborn and misguided but he wasn't a bad person. Not to mention he felt as though he owed it to Hawke to keep his little brother alive. It was more than that though, the panic he felt was also fear of being alone.

A harsh breath of relief left his lips when Carver stirred, sitting up without too much effort. With that relief came a sudden weariness that made his shoulders sag and his grip on the back of Carver's neck slacked although he didn't release. Good. As long as Carver stayed alive he at least could do right by Hawke by keeping his little brother alive long enough to get him out of....whereever here was. Anders took that moment to actually look around, to take in his surroundings.

He wished he hadn't.

It didn't take him long to realize they were in a tunnel. In a tunnel meant underground. Underground meant...deeproads. Anders groaned; a sound that could have been mistaken as just exhaustion, but it was so much more than that. He hated the deeproads. Hated tight spaces. Hated the way the tension in his chest that had eased as Carver woke seemed to suddenly come right back, almost worse than before.

Anders had barely realized where he was when he sensed something else. A scratch in his mind that got worse over time, and almost, if he concentrated hard enough, it was almost words. Darkspawn. Of course, there would be darkspawn, because his luck was just that great. They'd probably been drawn to the loud noise and scent of fresh blood in the tunnels. His mind was drawn from the fucking mess of the situation by Carver shoving the vial of lyrium into his hand.

The mage almost whined as he returned it to Carver. "You'll be needing it more than me. Just, please use your head. You need to go. As fast as you can, in that direction. Now." Anders released a breath, bracing himself, before he shoved himself to his feet. He swayed slightly, reaching out to take hold of the wall to steady himself. Was he pale? He was probably pale. Why did these tunnels have to be so damn small? Couldn't they have been made a little wider?

"Darkspawn." Anders spoke after a moment, realizing he probably needed clarification. A disgusted sigh left his lips as blood dripped down his nose, tickling his skin. Right, he was still bleeding too.
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CARVER HAWKE
 Posted: Apr 12 2018, 08:44 PM
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That was the closest he was going to come to saying thank you, and Anders had rejected it, slapped away his offer even though he clearly needed it. Stubborn. And now he knew never go out of his way to offer the scraggly mage anything ever again. Eyes flashed with annoyance, a muscle pulling in his jaw as he rose to his feet, fingers searching down him for any strange lumps—nothing. He’d done more than a decent job of fixing him up after a brief test of how limber he was with some stretching, a pull of his previously shattered ankle. Rounding back towards Anders where the mage sat, near crumpled on the ground, going on about Darkspawn, Carver’s lip curled upwards at his suggestion. The mage stood with some difficulty; it was likely both the act of saving Carver’s life and his brief battle with the demon that had knocked the wind out of him. A lesser man might have been dead—but not Anders. He was just too fucking persistent to live.

He surveyed the gashes on Anders’ face—was he really that out of it that he didn’t even recognize he was bleeding? And what kind of idiot was he, to save Carver’s life and just expect to be left to die? He must not have had an awful lot of self-worth… and then the Templar realized that he’d likely had a hand in that.

“Maker.”Exhaling hard, still incredibly angry that he had to do this, Carver strode over to him and swung Ander’s arm around his armor. One swift movement and he’d knocked the mage off his feet, grabbing him under his knees and at the small of his back. He lifted the mage as if his weight bore no consequence, then started moving with haste in the direction that Anders had pointed. There was no time to argue—but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still make snide comments. ”You might just be the bloody stupidest mage I’ve ever met, you know that?” Carved growled as he picked up the pace, further still, trying to keep quiet as he half-jogged towards the tunnel. It was hard to be silent, given the armor he was running in—but he didn’t want to take it off, not down here, when he didn’t know what they might come across.

After all, he’d never been down here before. Good riddance, Brother.

”I can’t fucking see a damn thing. Don’t suppose your friend can pay me a visit without trying to bloody kill me, eh, magey?” Carver hissed as he jogged, very nearly going right into the rock wall as the tunnels took a sharp turn to the left, and then a fork in the road left him at a crossroads.

”Which way?”
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ANDERS
 Posted: Apr 13 2018, 05:44 PM
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Anders wasn't paying attention to Carver anymore at this point, fully expecting the templar to turn and run. After all, he had wanted him dead just moments before. What better way than to be torn apart by darkspawn? Darkspawn that were coming closer. That scratching in his head was making him feel sick, his stomach twisting in both dread and concern. How many could he take like this? Not a whole bloody lot, but perhaps he could at least give Carver enough time to escape.

That was the plan at least, until he realized Carver was angrily stomping towards him. Anders barely had time to think before the Templar had him up into his arms. The mage blinked a few times, trying to think past that annoying buzzing in his head and assess the situation. The angry insult brought a smile to his lips, and before he realized it, he was relaxing into Carver's arms. "Admit it," He spoke after a moment, a tired grin on his lips. "You like me a little."

It was a ridiculous notion and Anders fully understood that it was probably more of a sense of duty since he had just saved the man's life, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to poke fun at him. He snorted a moment later, rolling his eyes.

"Depends, are you going to renounce your templar vows and take up the mages cause? No? Then probably not." Still Anders grunted slightly, untangling his arm from around Carver's neck. The palm of his hand began to glow in the dark until a small wisp began to bob and weave above Carver's head, illuminating the darkness around them to a small degree.

"How the bloody hell should I know?" Anders grumbled, when asked which way he should go. "I'm a mage, not a dwarf. I don't have stone sense and I absolutely hate being down here. And... Andraste's tits I tried my best to stay out of the damned deeproads."

And the moment Carver realized he was actually terrified of being down here he had no doubt the asshole would use it against him. Anders sighed and gestured loosely.

"Left, go left. Maybe we'll wander into a den of spiders. Wouldn't that be fun."
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CARVER HAWKE
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 09:51 AM
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Lips pulled into a frown at the mage’s antics. ”Shut the hell up.” Carver demanded as he jogged, half a mind to just drop him right there and keep going. His sense of duty was overwhelming, however—it didn’t matter if he was a mage, not right then. He’d saved his life, a thought that would likely keep him up that night. It didn’t make a lick of sense, considering that Carver had been on his way to hand deliver him to any Templars left that would care to contain him—likely sentencing him to a fate worse than death. Over the years of traveling with him, since Birdie had, for some reason, decided to let the whiny bloke tag along, he’d grown to tolerate him, but nothing more than that. Getting stuck with him like this—well—it could have been worse, but not by much.

Anders seemed to be unable to keep his mouth shut and carried on spewing comments meant to be taken in a humorous light, but it just made him angrier. Flashes of red took over his vision, and he distracted himself by staring at the light the mage had procured to get a better sense of direction. Unfortunately, it didn’t help all that much, just blinded him a bit. He wanted to crush the mage between his grasp when he started throwing even more sass his direction. ”You were the one who told me where to go in the first place!” Carver growled and did what he was told, picking up the pace just to be on the safe side. ”Fuck me for thinking you’ve got a nose for finding your way through tunnels.” It would have made sense, considering how many times he’d escaped from the Circle. Anders did like to bring that up, often. Especially around him.

This time, he didn’t ask the mage for directions when they came across another jagged turn, finding it better for now to hide since one of them wasn’t top notch. It would be better than being dragged down by the mage’s weakness. Luckily, the deep roads had been constructed to have some places to hold up, so it came as no surprise when he found a very compact room with four walls and a singular opening to leave and enter from. Carver turned to the side so he could fit, shoving the mage through first, and then followed—loitering on the side closest to the door in case any of the Darkspawn had decided to follow them. Carver reached for his lyrium vial, passing it to Anders a second time. ”Take the damn lyrium. I’m not going to have you getting me killed.”
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ANDERS
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 04:40 PM
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Anders scowled. "I told you which way to go to avoid the darkspawn. Next time I'll let them eat you." The mage was getting irritated at Carver and his holier than thou attitude he had going on. He wanted to remind the templar that if it wasn't for him he wouldn't even be alive right now. Of course if Carver and listened to them in the first place he wouldn't have needed to be saved at all. Still, he wasn't in the position to start anyrhing with Carver at the moment.

Anders was just about to ask him if he knew where in the Hell he was going, when Carver stopped. He grunted as he was thrown forward into the room, his head spinning at the sudden change of mobility. Bracing his hands on the wall, he released a harsh breath as he attempted to regain at least some composer. Once the world stopped spinning he turned a wicked glare at Carver. He was two seconds away from giving the other man a piece of his mind when he backed up. His back hit the opposite wall and Anders whipped his head around to stare at the room.

It was small, almost too small for one person much less two. Anders felt his mouth go dry, his chest tightening painfully as his lungs battled to bring air back into them. The mage was pale, he didn't even have to see himself to know that he was, and his skin became clammy to the touch as he broke out into a cold sweat. He didn't even hear Carver, unaware that the other man had even spoken.

"Carver." Anders spoke, his voice hoarse from fear. His fingertips dug into the wall behind him and he pushed himself away from it, almost crawling along the wall towards the entrance. He felt sick, the walls seemed to be moving inwards, making it harder for him to breathe. He was blocked by Carver's body, blocked from the only escape he had.

"Carver move. Let me out." Anders ignored the Lyrium being held out to him, or maybe he just didn't see it. The mage swallowed hard, trying to swallow the lump in his throat, and his hands trembled against the walls where he continued to dig his fingers into the stone.

"Please." He begged, eyes darting around wildly, seeking any way for him to get around the other man. He could feel Justice stir in the back of his mind, reacting to the increase of his heartbeat and rising stress levels. 'Carver....you need to move."
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CARVER HAWKE
 Posted: Apr 19 2018, 05:13 PM
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It would be good to regroup here, figure out where they should go from this phenomenon of a situation—truly, now that he had a moment to think the whole ordeal was entirely bizarre—he did believe Justice that it had not been the demon that had brought them here, and where was here? The deep roads, sure, but where? They’d just have to keep pushing through to find out, whether or not it would take days, weeks—months. The thought made his stomach twist. He’d been so angry at Birdie that he hadn’t been able to come along on the expedition, that heh hadn’t been able to go down there and prove his worth, to kill an unlimited amount of bad things. His brother had told him it was because he cared, but he’d had his reasons to be angry. Carver didn’t need protecting. At least in the Templars, he had been able to prove himself as who he was, and not just a last name that made everyone in the room’s eyes light up, looking at a face they didn’t recognize with some disappointment. Because he wasn’t him.

Maybe this would be a good thing. A chance to start anew, away from his past, away from labels of what he was meant to be. He retracted his hand once more from Anders when it didn’t seem like the mage was paying any attention to him, and Carver’s features drew taut as he realized that the mage was trying to get past him. Carver only resisted for a moment and then let him pass, anger taking over. He’d just gone out of his way to try and fucking help the mage, and that was what he had to show for it? Carver couldn’t help himself—he poked his head out of the small rock tunnel to mock the moron. ”Oh, good luck out there, then! Don’t get eaten by any of the Darkspawn that we were just running from. Returning to the safety of the small, stone room, Carver unfastened some of his armor and laid it to the ground so he could more easily sit. He brought himself down to the ground, shoulders against the wall, and hiked his knees up in the space between the opposite wall so he could brace his feet against it.

”Dumbass.” Carver muttered, to himself, now. ”Drink your own piss, for all I care.” Without a second thought about it, he popped the cork out of the vial and lifted it to his mouth, draining the small bottle dry. The lyrium made his blood sing, and he could feel everything, all at once—a rush through his veins, he was alert, awake—the haze from before was gone.

Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.
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ANDERS
 Posted: Apr 19 2018, 07:50 PM
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Anders couldn't breathe, could feel his throat closing in on itself as panic dug into his mind with sharper claws than any demon or darkspawn had ever done. Being a warden, as short as it had been, he managed to train himself to be somewhat okay in the deeproads. As long as he kept busy and didn't think about he was fine. But this? It was too much. And the bloody fucking templar wouldn't move.

The moment Carver had shifted enough, Anders darted forward. At least the tunnels were wide and tall, for the most part, and could give the illusion of open air. The mage shifted to lean against the outside wall, pressing his forehead against it while he tried to slow his breathing. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears and he was honestly surprised Carver couldn't hear it.

His mind briefly registered what Carver snapped after him and it caused his teeth to grind together so hard he could almost hear them crack. He shoved away from the wall, gotten himself at least part of the way calmed down. Anders didn't care put himself back into the small space, merely hovered in the entrance while his jaw clenched.

"You know maybe, if you would pull your head out of your are for one bloody moment you'd realized that not everyone is as petty and childish as you are. Did you even once think to ask me what was wrong? No. You jumped to your bloody fucking conclusions." Was yelling at Carver the smartest idea? No, but it made him feel better in this exact moment and that was what he needed.

"Because I couldn't possibly have an actual problem. No, because then Carver Hawke might have to actually show some sympathy to a mage. Or is it because surely no one could have it worse than you? That I couldn't possibly have a lasting traumatic experience of being locked in a cell this size for a year. Because that would mean that I was human, with phobias just like any other person." Anders released a harsh breath, turning away from Carver swiftly to yank the tie from his hair and allow it to spill over his shoulders as he angrily ran his fingers through it.

"Should have just bloody let the darkspawn eat you." He muttered angrily to himself.
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CARVER HAWKE
 Posted: Apr 24 2018, 02:21 PM
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Looking up almost lazily when Anders suddenly decided it would be worth his time to come back, Carver wasn’t expecting the anger on the mage’s face. The comment was also unexpected and he was taken aback, unable to respond at first—it might have been the lyrium, too, as it settled in his system, made his head swim in the clouds—Anders picking a bone with him wasn’t really the most ideal thing to happen at this moment, but it wasn’t as if he had any choice in the matter. Of course anger burned since the mage had decided it was the right time to start something, when he’d been the one who left. Listening to him simply made Carver sour, and it was ruining his high—trying to force him to think while he was on lyrium, and it wasn’t exactly going well.

”I was just trying to help,” Carver replied hotly, ”and how was I supposed to bloody know that you’ve got problems with tight spaces? Don’t fucking talk to me like that.” He slumped back against the wall of the compact space he’d put himself into—good, if Anders didn’t like it, he wouldn’t be able to come back in him. And to think, he’d just been trying to do the mage a favor. After he realized that the mage had a point, Carver turned his gaze to Anders’ vicinity, blue eyes narrowing as he watched his hair loosed from the bind it’d been in. It simply made him angry again for some reason, unbeknownst to him, since the mage’s hair that cascaded down his back was rather pretty. He pushed past that annoyance and slowly brought himself back up, armor left inside the small cave as he popped out of it, one hand still resting on the frame of the entrance. ”Look. I appreciate it that you saved my life. Okay?” That probably wasn’t good enough; Carver wasn’t daft enough to miss that.

A slight pause as he deliberated. There wasn’t any point to continue to argue, truly; they were going to be stuck down here with each other whether they liked it or not. Carver might as well start to get used to it. He couldn’t be kicked out of the Chantry just because he had sought refuge in a mage when there had been no other choice, could he?

”I get it. You have no reason to like me, I have no reason to like you. The only reason I’ve even tolerated you is because of my brother. I won’t ever come to terms with that demon you’re harboring, but… you’re not a bad man, Anders. I can recognize that.”
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