Hero is a loaded word. It is yoked with the weight of ages, anchored to the marble visage of those who once wore it. To call someone a hero is to burden them with this ballast, for they must now live up to their new title, lest they disappoint those who have bestowed it upon them.
Al Hawke did not look like a hero.
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Playing cards with Fenris was a good past time, away from the noise and stink of the pub. Of course, with some of the more… organic decor in Fenris’ mansion, the stink of things wasn’t far away.
But they were in an upper level room, so it wasn’t that bad.
“What’s wrong.” Fenris said. He sounded annoyed and Cale looked at him.
“Nothing.” he replied gruffly.
“You’re not losing. Yet.”
Cale shrugged, looking at his cards.
When their eyes met again, Fenris frowned.
“What’s WRONG Hawke?”
Cale put down a pair of cards. “What do you think?”
“I think you have a weak hand and I’m going to win back my money. But that’s not what you’re asking.”
“…nope.” he stacked the cards in his hand. “What do you think… about Anders?”
“NO.” Fenris said, standing up. He pointed at Hawke, clawed finger glowing. “NO. HAWKE.”
And then he walked away and left the room.
Cale sat there for a long moment, then reached over the small table to pick up Fenris’ cards.
The Elf leaned back in the doorway, his eyes narrowed.
And Cale withdrew his hand and went back to looking at his own cards.
Fenris kept looking at him funny and sneering. That was nothing new really. The elf generally rolled his eyes or threatened him with his gaze, but this was strange and annoying and -
Anders laughed out loud suddenly.
“YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME?”
Isabela stabbed a man in the throat, laughing. “WHAT?”
“WHAT?” Fenris looked disgusted, flicking gore off his blade.
“What?” Cale said, coming back from his own kill, his Mabari dragging a loot bag. “No!” he pointed at Fenris. “No.”
“I’m not your Dog, Hawke! Don’t you ‘No’ me!” but of course Fenris was doing his own pointing and did a lot of his own ‘No’ing at Hawke.
“And you know very well I could never like this disgusting sack of -.”
“I’m so flattered!” Anders said, batting his eyelashes. “I’ve never known how you felt BEFORE! Even if you turned to sweetness and light tomorrow Elf, it’d never happen -.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m writing something -.”
“BE QUIET ISABELA!” they both said, glaring at each other.
Cale stepped over a body, then stepped over to Anders, then took his wrist, then tugged him close, then stood there.
Cale looked at Anders. “Yes.”
“What are you doing?”
Cale said nothing and Isabela whistled.
“BIRD GETS THE CAT!”
“What?” Anders was confused.
“This is TERRIBLE!” Fenris said, walking off.
Cale gave a nod.
He was pleased.
“Is it true, the secret to your magic is a rabbit?” the little girl asked. “Do you keep it in your hat?”
Oliver was currently wearing his top hat and smiled, shaking his head. “I don’t believe he’d consent to being put in there.” he winked and without saying anything, pointed to his breast pocket.
The little girl’s eyes lit up as she saw two small rabbit ears poking over the top. He put his fingers to his lips and offered the girl a small bit of blue candy.
“Magical beasts enjoy lyrium. See if he’ll appear.”
The girl held the candy out near his pocket, Oliver bending and sure enough, the ears twitched and a small man with rabbit ears appeared, looking sleepy.
He saw the lyrium and his eyes began to glow, reaching out and speaking in an authoritative voice, his hands clenching and unclenching with want.
“JUSTICE DEMANDS LYRIUM!”
The little girl giggled, offering the bit. “Is his name Justice?”
The familiar snatched it up and popped it in his mouth, chewing and crunching, his cheeks fat with the magical sweet.
“No, his name is Anders.” Oliver reached down and scratched under his chin, light blue waves of magic radiating off the creature. “He thanks you for the candy. Good day.”
“When you write the Magic Council, tell them the restrictions of Familiars should be LIFTED! I HAVE RIGHTS!” Anders declared, the small creature running across the page. “I’LL HAVE RIGHTS OR I’LL HAVE JUSTICE!”
Oliver caught his pen in the back of Anders’ shirt and lifted him.
“Hush now, I’ll remember you to them…” he kissed it gently and set it down.
Anders held his cheeks, his face red and skipped off, trailing magical blue dust.
He was happy and Oliver went back to his work.