Varric Tethras can't stand holding back the truth about Marian Hawke after the Inquisitor leaves her in the Fade to die. What he can't stand more is no one is trying to get her back. With the assistance of friends in surprising places, he fights in...
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Marian Hawke watches the glint of natural light on the jewels in her ring. Each angle reflects more or less brightness, depending how she looks at it, or how she turns her hand. Loved as a whole, admired in detail; all together yet different.
She could have wasted Sebastian.
Before dawn, she had quietly left Mutton in charge of her estate, and avoided eye contact with the guards throughout Hightown as she made it into Fenris' mansion.
The Veil is still thin here.
She's been waiting for any chance like this, but having Cassandra here makes this harder. She'll have to be back before they notice.
Hawke waves her hand semi-circle, an array of wards encompass her, and she lies down, closes her eyes, and waits.
She stands on a hill overlooking statues of Qunari. The breeze cools and she notices she's no longer wearing her Wintersend dress, but armor, and staff. Familiar and comforting. A pair of feet brush through the grass behind her.
"You didn't tell him?"
Solas stands in his armor, his shirt tails caught in the air.
What part could she tell?
"No," she says.
She recounts the morning she found a book on her bed, filled with pages of confessions. As her tears fell for all he lost and gained, she knew then if she didn't show Solas the other sides of the jewel, she would lose Varric forever again. Solas lied to him. She lied to him. The Fade can't leave her. She is a part of it. That's why she's here.
Hawke pricks a flower from the ground. It's blue and white with a soft yellow center. She sniffs it; faintly sweet.
That's why the end is never the end.
"Who is Lavellan?"
Hawke stares across nothing, outward, toward the hills beyond.
"She's a possibility." Hawke looks at him; eyes as deep as hers. "In worlds I don't get left behind."
Solas stares, gathering his thoughts until they're balled tight.
"Show me."
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