Bid-Tit

[orchidcactus]

Something from the fill that refuses to be written. I'm shit-canning the entire works, starting with a slightly different idea.

Yes, the OP will be dead of old age before I get the actual fill done.

I'm currently obsessed with the idea of Anders' guilt over magic. And big, booming spells. I might recycle this scene later on. Waste not, no?


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"He's a distraction, Justice? Really?"

Sarcasm is a contrivance of lesser men.

"Now that's funny."

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The high dragon hadn't died easily. Anders felt the last of his own spells slip away as Isabela appeared next to him, sheathing her daggers. Fenris was pulling his greatsword from the ribs of a dragonling, wiping gore from the blade on the creature's scaly hide, swearing in Arcanum as though the beast had personally offended him.

And Garrett… he was still casting. He stood in the middle of the Bone Pit, staff and his empty hand upraised, magic pouring from each. Wind driven from a fire storm roared and lightening cracked around him, adding the smell of ozone to the reek of blood and brimstone as dust-devils snapped at his legs.

He shouted obscenities and laughed, face tilted to face the heavens, eyes pressed closed in something less innocent than simple joy. Over and over he sent waves of energy into an empty sky, spells crashing against one another in a display of raw power.

Anders felt Justice twitch, uttering a strained warning about the Veil, when Fenris shouted at Garrett.

"Hawke! Enough!" Fenris more than angry, he was livid. He pushed through the haze of dirt and ice, cursing. "Reckless, arrogant, plennus mage! You use your magic and tempt demons for your own entertainment?" His gauntleted hand bit into Garrett's arm and jerked the larger man around with surprising force.

Garrett's eyes snapped open. Instead of pulling away, he stepped forward, hands twining in Fenris' hair, forcing the elf's mouth to his. For a second, it seemed Fenris might resist, but then he let himself be drawn in, his body softening and molding against Garrett's.

Anders gave a small cough, Isabela cheered. Fenris pushed away with a curse, backing a few steps to wipe his lips with the back of his gauntlet. He looked as though he might say something, but turned abruptly to stomp towards the path that led back to the coast.

"So tell me, elf," Isabela called after him. She glanced over her shoulder at Garrett, the mage's face flushed and as smug as a cat that's been in the cream. "Is that what he looks like in bed? After he's done plundering your -"

Fenris snapped out words that sounded suspiciously like 'fuck off'. Garrett shot an unashamed grin at Anders, giving a small shrug of what-do-you-do? before fastening his staff at his back.

"You really don't have any shame over what you are, do you?"

Hawke didn't look at him, but Anders could see the change in his expression; not quite annoyed, but definitely not pleased, either. "Meaning what, exactly?"

"I mean…magic."

"You are?"

Was he? Justice's thoughts brushed against his own, twining. How often has he been bathed in the Chantry's litany as though he bears a sin so great even the words of Light cannot wash it away? How long could a lie be told before it became the truth? "I don't know."

"Suppose that's as good an answer as I'd give."

Not what he was expecting to hear. "Then, what was that… show back there?"

"That? Beyond the obvious fun?" Garrett's eyes narrowed on Fenris' back, the elf still marching stiffly ahead. "That was a good, old-fashioned mind-fuck. He's been an insufferable prick since we put down Hadriana."

He is worse than a distraction, he causes deliberate suffering of others, he is unj - Anders shut down the rant, uneasy, not sure if was completely Justice, not sure if he wanted to dig too deeply into that particular kettle.

"Right. I need to see an Antivian about a mine. See you at the Hanged Man?" Garrett didn't wait for Anders' answer, jogging ahead to match pace with Isabela.

Comments

[inkyotz.livejournal.com]

I don't know what I'm reading, haven't the slightest clue as to backstory or arcs, don't know anything about these characters... but it is intriguing... in a grandiose, sword & sorcery kinda way.

Of course, in my mind's eye, I'm casting the movie version. At this point, for me, it's all about the voices, the turgid language, and who could deliver it naturally, forcefully, believably. So, off on a tangent but... Who would you cast in the movie adaptation? (Has it been done already!?) Or is that too odd to think about, because it would wig with yer brain to 'replace' the characters you know & love from the game?

Hey, this is what you get for making me (yes, making me - by virtue of the fact that it's you writing it) read fic.
;)