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Equilibrium || Closed

It was late, well past the deepest hours of night when Zevran slipped from the little-known Darktown passageway into the Amell family vault.

He had originally hoped to catch the Champion alone for long enough to convey his misgivings when they'd met earlier in the day, but the conflict initiated by the bounty hunters had proven too chaotic, and his companions far too interested in anything Zevran had to say to their fearless leader in the rather sudden aftermath.

Fearless. Heroic. For most men, such words were simple blandishment, flattery of a type that could seldom be reliably claimed. The assassin had known heroism in his time, despite his rather humble beginnings. He had known selflessness and sacrifice of a sort that still ached within him when he thought of the Warden, and of what now would never be.

But Hawke had stepped between Zevran and his attackers with virtually no hesitance at all, his own history only a confirming afterthought before he committed himself and his allies to fight on the assassin's behalf.

He still hadn't entirely decided on how he felt about that. Grateful, to be sure... even a rogue of his caliber would have found it difficult to defeat so many alone, and without the aid of stealth, but still. It was odd, this debt, this uncertainty, and it shifted uncomfortably within him, leaving him off-balance and certain only that he needed to see the other man again before he departed.

The cellar was silent, as was the mansion itself when Zevran slipped silently into the reception room and up the stairs, his careful advance finally halting when the familiar figure of a man came into view, silhouetted against what wan moonlight filtered through the window before him. Somehow, despite the thin dressing robe he now wore instead of his ornate plate mail, he did not appear diminished in the slightest.

"Champion." Hands at his sides, open and empty of threat, the assassin continued, his voice low. "My apologies for calling on you without notice, but we must speak, and I could not trust another meeting to chance. Or to bounty hunters. Notoriously unreliable creatures, truly."

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Simple Thing Where Have You Gone || Hawke & Theven

When he looks back on it, Theven realises he was a fool. A fool to think he could trust Hawke. A fool to think that the clan would be all that it had been. A fool to believe that he would see those he had missed. Truth is, the only person he wanted to see was gone. Taken. Stolen from the clan as if that wretched, demonic impersonation of his old friend controlled such a thing. As if she owned Marethari's very soul. That was who had done this, yes? That was who had slaughtered the only remaining family he had left. At least, that was what his clan had told him. And the glares they sent Hawke did little to conceal the fact. Creators damn them. Dread Wolf take them. They deserved no kindness. Did Merrill show Marethari any? Did Hawke even consider sparring her life? Or was she just another knife-ear ready for the ground to swallow her whole? Theven shakes with rage, eyes hazy and sight blocked by the tears he is unable to stop. His mother, or at least the one he had considered his mother, gone. Just like that. Were he here before, he could ahve stopped it. He could have drove Hawke and that blasted she-witch into the ground if he so dared. The Champion is no friend of his. No shem is. He was a fool to hope so. "You're all alike." He spits, gaze tearing from the lifeless body of the keeper, fury and rage growing. "You damn shems. You kill, you laugh, you drink, and you do not give a second thought to who one might have been. How dare you...How dare " There are no words to describe the sudden amount of grief, of anguish. Nor is there any accurate saying to explain his hatred, pure and directed solely at the man before him. His heart clenches just as it had years ago, when his first love had fallen due to his own inaction. Yet again, his family is murdered because of him. No.

Because of Hawke. "Did you bring me hear to gloat? To show off your great accomplishment, oh vanquisher of elves! Do you pride yourself so? Or must you take sick pleasure in watching your prey fall to their knees?"

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