Unconditionally (Dragon Age 2)

A/N This is my first fic in a while... Wow. Anywho, this was inspired from Katy Perry's 'Unconditionally' and this pic that I saw online that made me absolutely ball my eyes out. I'll have that pic off to the side under 'multimedia'. Anyway I hope you enjoy:)

'I'll let you decide what to do with your friend,' the words leave the First Enchanters lips coldly. His eyes shift between Hawke and Anders indifferently. 'I suspect that you know what to do.' Orsino adverts his gaze to the blade secured on Hawke's hip.

Hawke unknowingly runs her rough hand over the blade that had saved her life too many times. She breaks the uncomfortable eye contact with the First Enchanter and she looks at her blade, hating herself for even contemplating this option. For a moment she feels as if she's watching herself from a distance. Trinity Hawke wants to yell at herself. Tell herself to get her hand away from it.

The First Enchanter continues to stare. At Hawke and then at Anders. His eyes piercing Hawke, wanting her to make the right decision. This Mage was truly beyond help. There was only one way to save him now.

Hawke notices the presence of Orsino and breaks her prolonged stare. She looks up at him again. A small smirk forms on the elf's lips as he gives a nod. Exchanging one more look at Hawke's blade, he turns and walks out of the clearing. His hands folded behind his back as he does.

Hawke finds herself staring at that forbidden blade once again. Calling out to her with an imaginary singsong voice. She can feel her companions stares focused on her, waiting to see what she will do. Trinity can hear their unspoken opinions, reeling around in her head. Over and over again. She feels the pommel of her blade, and within seconds she pulls her hand away quickly and fiercely, as if it were on fire and had burnt her hand.

She finds herself approaching Anders. Her hand far from her blade. Behind her, her companions watch breathless. Still unsure of what Hawke will attempt or finish. The walk towards him feels like it's taking forever, like everything around her is moving in slow motion. In that sliver of time Hawke has she has a moment to think. Just think. She wouldn't be here if Anders hadn't just asked her for help... Or had just talked to her. Why hadn't he talked to her! She slowly feels her sorrow turn to something of anger. She was angry at the world. Angry at Kirkwall. Angry at Knight-Commander Meredith. Angry at everyone.

Soon enough she's standing behind Anders. Trinity's hand still far from her blade. Anders remains silent from where he sits, his back still facing her. His back is arched as he sits, twiddling his thumbs.

'Nothing I can say will make up for what I have done,' Anders begins. His head still down. 'And I do not regret my decisions. I'll accept my fate.' Anders voice remains at a monotone. Not wanting to make this any harder for his beloved than it should be.

'You're- You're not making a very good case for yourself.' Hawke attempts a feeble try at some sarcasm. Desperately trying to take her mind off what she might have to bring herself to do. Though it's obvious not how she is feeling.

'Love,' Anders says weakly. He had been refraining from calling her that, for fear that it would've affected her badly.  'Say what is on your mind. Please.'

Hawke stares at the back of Anders head. Trying to piece together something. Anything. All that she can think of is one word.

Why?

'Why did you do this?' Hawke asks simply, her eyes moving back down to her blade. Her hands still far away from the forsaken thing.

'I-' Anders sighs. 'I had to do this.'

He stops speaking and Hawke waits for a long moment, expecting him to say more, to explain himself. Yet, no words are spoken.

'No...' Hawke stutters, her mind reeling faster than her mouth. Different words trying to stumble out all at once. 'No. You didn't have to do this!' Hawke stares at her trembling hands. The sensation of anger again boiling inside of her. 'You didn't have to blow up the chantry! You didn't have to kill the Grand Cleric!' Without thinking much her hand flies towards the blade secured on her hip. Ripping it from her holster. Trinity draws the blade close to Anders.