WIP WEDNESDAY SATURDAY!
I was tagged by the lovelies @pinkfadespirit & @anderstrevelyan and @tea42 !!
Here's a little bit of a fic I started for @potatowitch that came before a piece I did for her for Black Emporium (FenKanders). I hope to finish this at some point!
It all felt too easy—smuggling a mage from the Gallows in the early evening, the sun still hanging low and fat in the sky. They’d simply walked into the courtyard and taken him.
Their only weapon had been Hawke’s particular talent for causing a distraction. The templars guarding the Tranquil as they plied wares on behalf of the chantry had easily been sucked into an impassioned improv performance about slave labor, and in true templar fashion, all six of them present had needed to come together to expel Hawke.
As the templars were sucked into that charismatic whirlwind, Fenris found Karl, closed a hand gently around his upper arm, and led him out of the courtyard.
The mage—what was left of him—went willingly. Calm words from Fenris assured him only that he was being escorted to safety. Karl did not ask questions, or argue, or balk. He simply kept pace with Fenris, stepped on the boat with him, and then sat quietly as they rode the choppy sea back to Kirkwall. Not once did the mage gaze up at the brilliant colors of the sunset, or look at the waves. Neither did he seem to register the teeming docks in the brief moment it took Anders’ mage underground contacts to whisk them down into Darktown.
