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"You mean a lot to me Kaidan, I love you." Three years. Three absolutely agonizing years Kaidan had waited for Shepard to whisper those three simple words to him. As her hand brushed against his face and he looked into her eyes, she held nothing but affection and admiration for him. There had always been holding back, skirting around the idea, and light playful jokes about it. But when he finally had her sitting in his lap, their gazes locked in each other she finally let him know just how much she cared about him. There was nothing keeping her from him anymore, as he'd long abandoned his philosophy of leaving a way out as well. He no longer

He just ran. He had to jump over rubble and… corpses - of men and women he knew. All killed by the Reapers around them, appearing out of nowhere. He fired his gun without looking, but since none of them had reached him yet, he had hit at least some of them. He heard screams around him. Both human and alien, and the terrifying screams of those Asari Reapers – Banshees; the humans called them after those mystic creatures that would kill anybody who heard their screams. He had always found that fitting. He was desperately scanning the battlefield - to which the way towards the beam up to the Citadel had changed into. She had been

Anders stirred awake in the comfortable silence of Hawke's chambers. He kept his eyes closed and let his body adjust to being awake, Justice was cranky. He hated mornings, always had, it was one of the things he had to get used to once they merged. The realization hit him in the middle of his stretch, making his stomach feel as if it were full of lead. Nothing had weighted on it so heavily since he drank Darkspawn blood at his Joining. Today was the day, this thought seemed to resonate with Justice. While Anders dreaded it, Justice craved it, prodding Anders to get into motion. He hated it when Anders moved too slowly, that was why he took ov

 "Don't do this." He begged. This was the last thing he ever wanted, the very thing he had sought to hide his entire life. "I have to." Her beautiful cobalt eyes sparkled with unshed tears. He wished he could wipe those tears away, to take her into his arms and kiss her, but the distance between them seemed like a gap he could not cross. "No, it doesn't have to be this way. I don't give a damn what Eamon says, if I am to be King I can marry whom I choose and I choose you, Hecate Amell." He felt too hot, the stuffy high-necked collar they had shoved him into seemed too tight and his new chambers were too large and lonely. She gave him a si

 "I won…again!" Adelia danced in place, ignoring Alistair's groan from the ground. She knew she owed Furgus for teaching her that spinning finishing move, but right now she was just happy she had called Alistair's bluff. "You only won because you are better at double blades than me, I think that is hardly fair…" Alistair rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder where Adelia had hit him with the flat of her blade. "Now, don't be bitter Ali-" She giggled as Alistair refused her hand by crossing his arms. 'I told you not to call me that, if Morrigan ever heard you…By the Maker I would be mortified." He picked himself up from the

"Anders!" My cry echoes down the alleyway. I throw off the Templar's blade and run my sword through his gut. He crashes to the ground. I only spare half a moment to say the Maker's Prayer over the faceless man before I run to Anders. I fall to my knees and gather his form into my arms. He trembles and I see dark blood colors his lips. I press my hand to the wound in his chest. I hardly notice the warm blood seeping through my fingers. I know I can't staunch the blood flow. Iron straps seem to clamp down across my chest. I can't lose him too. Sapphire fissures appear across his face and his eyes gleam cobalt. "I've failed…"croaks the d

Limbs snap and skulls crumble under her magic, Elske is completely lost to the blood. It sings to her, a sticky sweet song promising salvation from pain, a siren's wail that is irresistible to the blood mage. Wrapped in a hazy fog of dark energy and dancing in puddles of crimson liquid Elske moves gracefully through battle, receiving almost no wounds as her enemies don't get a chance to strike… She watches in delight as a bandit begins to shake and spasm, Elske's hand slowly forming into a fist as his rib cage shatters and his blood boils, bright red foam bubbles from his lips and she makes sure he dies screaming in agony. Anders

(I loathe just putting chunks of cut-scene text into my writing, so I sort of 'compressed' most of it. There's plenty of videos of the scenes :) ) ---------------------------------------------------------- She felt like she was shaking, but when she looked down at her hands, they were as steady as ever. A voice was screaming in her head, you killed him, you killed him! "What human wanted to merge with a prig like that?" She whirled. For a moment she'd forgotten about the sloth demon. "Now, where were we? Ah, right. Fabulous powers, yours if you deliver me the dreamer. Are we agreed?" Torpor's oily voice was complacent, sure of her submi