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Can't Let You Go	By : Ellynndaria Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7633 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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           The party was going off without a hitch. Of course, Douglas attempted to plan for everything, especially this year; there were factors that had never been an issue for him before coming into play.
            Earlier that afternoon Anders had been left with Isabela, so Douglas could head to the club to make preparations. When they showed up, he was impressed with their costumes. Douglas chuckled. “I figured you for the skirt, and you for the pants,” commenting on Anders’ purple robes and Isabela’s elaborate yet legging utilizing pirate costume. Hawke was very taken with the Captain’s coat, noting the fine detail as he kissed his best friend’s cheek. He turned to Anders with a smile, “A wizard?”
            Anders nodded nervously, “Do you like it?”
            Douglas gave the blonde’s hand a squeeze, “Of course. What about me?”
            Anders looked over Douglas appreciatively, choosing to be a vampire this year and obviously went all out for something that should have been a simple costume with his pale skin to set it off seamlessly. “I think you knew how your costume would affect me.”
            Douglas chuckled again, drawing his lover into his cape and brushing his lips across a stubbled cheek, down Anders’ jaw to a full plant upside his neck. “Mmm. I know.”
            “I’ll be looking forward to it later.”
            “You mean the part when I’m snoring on your shoulder on the ride home?”
            “No, the part where I ride you home.” If they hadn’t been attached by his dentist, Douglas might have chocked on his fake teeth at that comment. Before he could give retort though, other guests required attention.
            Varric had dressed as an angel and Bianca a devil, arrived to help see to the festivities of the evening and attend to the party goers. This was the only evening Aveline would make a regular appearance. Probably due to the fact Douglas had been having Halloween parties for as long as he could remember, and Aveline had always come to them. Douglas never got to spend as much time with her as he liked. She was his oldest friend, playing on sports teams together from the time they could walk. It was easy enough to play off her attendance was to ensure nothing got out of hand. This year she was dressed as a knight, and her husband, Donnic, was attired as a horse.
            Fellon arrived shortly after the party was in full swing, dressed in red flannel and jeans. Douglas knew better, but there was always a few new to the party each year that had to ask the eldest Hawke what he was dressed up as. Fellon never failed to pull of his half crazed smile, replying, “A homicidal maniac.” Douglas just rolled his eyes if he was in earshot.
            Everything was going along perfectly, and even Anders seemed to be fully enjoying himself which put his lover at ease. Douglas knew there wasn’t really a way for anyone else to do the job he did, and he would have a hard time just giving it up. It wasn’t as simple as putting on a cape and smiling at everyone. This was the event that usually garnered information on all the upcoming holiday plans for the city’s elite. It couldn’t be fucked up.
            Rounds were being made, and Douglas couldn’t help the large smile on his face. He always loved Halloween. Now he throws the most sought after, invitation only event for the holiday. Anders without knowing it was even helping pull everything off. Douglas couldn’t be any happier. Perhaps one day Anders could be in a role like Isabela and Bianca.
            He turned away with a smile from the current couple, giving the hand within his a squeeze for a job unknowingly well done as they moved on, but in the next moment, warm liquid was spreading across his chest when someone bumped into him.
            Douglas looked down to see red wine across the front of his white shirt, a woman dabbing at it with profuse apologies. Douglas was honestly seeing more than one red for an instant, and lucky Anders shooed the woman away before Douglas totally lost it. Douglas took a deep inhale after the woman stopped smearing him, and with a heavy sigh he looked at Anders. “I guess I better go change.”
            “I’ll come with you.”
            “No, I’ll only be a few minutes, and I know Bianca has been missing you.”
            Anders looked unsure of himself until he looked over at Bianca, who was dancing. She waved him over in invitation.
            Douglas pressed a kiss to his lips before swatting at the robed backside to send Anders on his way.
            A voice growled over his shoulder, “Can you make it any more obvious?”
            Douglas rolled his eyes, “I don’t think I could have been any more obvious than when I punched you in the face. As long as everyone still thinks I will fuck around, it doesn’t matter.” He turned to face his brother and Isabela. He pointed out the stain, talking to his best friend, “I need to go change. Keep an eye one Anders for me?”
            After her agreement and ignoring Fellon’s dig, he headed off to his office. Once behind the closed door and looking down at the spot on his shirt, he gave a heavy sigh. The wine was definitely going to stain. He grimaced at the thought and made for his closet, but the main door opened. That woman rarely did listen. “Isabela, there is no way this is going to come out,” he said, turning around and looking.
            “Sorry, not that pirate whore,” a decent looking petite blond woman wearing a super heroine costume answered after she had followed him in; the one he was fairly certain had caused the stain on his shirt.
            “Maybe you should watch what you say about my friends, and explain just who the hell you think you are and what you are doing in my office.”
            “Douglas, I think we may be getting off on the wrong foot here.” She approached him, her hips swaying suggestively.   “We heard about your good news, and I was sent as congratulations.”
            Douglas raised an eyebrow at her, “What good news?” turning off his emotions even though he wanted to cringe at the thought of her.
            “How the DNA evidence in Lilley’s murder case just magically disappeared.”
            There was only one “we” who would care about that besides the police, and they wouldn’t be sending presents. “I figured your bosses would be a little more put out than happy.”
            “We are all on the same side, Douglas. We got to stick together.”
            “Nice change of tune, but why would the Coterie want to join forces all the sudden after trying to destroy me for nearly ten years?”
            “You have obviously proven yourself worthy in their eyes. Can’t we just enjoy this peace offering?” She reached up touching his cheek, and he resisted the urge to shove her away.
            “As tempting as you are trying to make that sound, I think I will pass. Tell your bosses thanks for the flattering proposition though.”
            She removed her hand, and started walking back toward the door, “Well, we were hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” she pulled out a yellow envelope that was hidden behind her cape, “but we know you aren’t the one who killed Lilley.” She wiggled the envelope, proving it wasn’t empty. “Proof of who really did. Captain Hendyr should find this particularly interesting, and since he is already here, you can watch him being hauled off.”
            Suddenly the nightmare came back to him, and as she opened the door to walk out, he called out, “Wait.”
            She paused with a smirk at him, “Have a change of heart?”
            He forced a smile, “With such a beautiful woman offering herself to me, who wouldn’t?”
            She reclosed the door, “I heard you were good with that tongue of yours, I’m seriously hoping that is true.”
            “I do have to wonder though, why aren’t you talking to him about this?”
            She walked back toward him, “Oh, I won’t lie, he is extremely handsome and it is tempting, but I am use to the rugged look; I wanted something a little different.”
            “So I’m not rugged? I could take offense to that, it almost questions my masculinity.”
            She chuckled, “Douglas, darling, you are so beautiful half the women here are jealous.”
            “Not you though, you have no need.” He walked to his desk chair and taking a seat, “So, tell me, how do you see this working?”
            “You agree to help the Coterie when they ask, we celebrate, and I give you this envelope.”
            “And that’s it? The Coterie drops pursuing revenge against him?”
            “Of course, Douglas. We wouldn’t want to anger our new ally.”
            Douglas nodded, reaching under his desk; there was no way he was sleeping with this whore. His gun was missing though, and she walked around to the same side of the desk. He played off his shock, standing up and moving around to the opposite side. “Sounds good to me.”
            “Oh, Douglas, you really shouldn’t have done that. Brekker, honey, you can come out now.” A heavily muscled man also in a superhero costume walked out of the closet holding Douglas’ gun. “See, we knew you had a thing for men, and we wanted to make sure you fully enjoyed yourself.”
            Douglas didn’t like where this was going and bolted for the door. She chided in mock shock, “Douglas, I’m surprised at you… You would really let him go to prison and let him enjoy again for life what you can get over with in one night? I think we both know it would take more than one well-endowed man to bring down someone like him, and they would all want their turn.” She rubbed the man’s crouch lustfully like she knew from experience what was waiting for Douglas.
            Douglas’ shoulders sagged, and he closed his eyes, turning back toward them. She smiled wickedly at him as the man handed her the gun. She walked to the front of the desk, setting the envelope down and taking a seat on top of it. “Such family loyalty,” she indicated she wanted Douglas to come closer with a wave of the pistol, the man now standing beside her and Douglas approached them. “Show us what we are getting.”
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