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Unresolved Tangles (Through a Glass Darkly 4)	By : Anesor Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 3510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The Dragon Age world, plot, and their characters aren't mine but belong to Bioware. Some characters may be my creations. I get no money for writing this sequel.

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“Trust me, Blondie. It's a solid rumor. My soon to be departed brother is looking for bravos for that entrance of yours into the Deep Roads.” Varric pretended to polish his Bianca in the evening darkness of the quiet clinic.
He shook his head at the dwarf. “I'm not going back into the Deep Roads.”
The canny dwarf raised a hand in negation. “I'm not asking that. I just want to spit on the body; we'll stay at the surface. He won't survive without a Warden, will he?” Varric tested the trigger, and even without a bolt's thunk, the crossbow's release echoed under the city.
Helplessly, he looked at Hawke. He did not want to remind her of her lost sister, that was too much to demand of her. She didn't look upset, only a little vindictive at the mention of the dwarf who betrayed them all.
“We stay near the entrance. If any darkspawn show up, we get out. Vengeance isn't worth dying for, but betrayers shouldn't profit either.” Hawke insisted, lacking her usual smile.
That trace of venom made him uneasy. “We aren't enough to venture down. You aren't Wardens.” He had less confidence fighting now. Hawke's sister had been more dangerous than he last time.
“We collect Daisy, it'll be good for her. She almost never leaves her rooms. Unless you'd prefer Broody or Aveline?” Varric was smiling now, pleased to be making progress.
He did not. Nor did he want to get the pirate. Isabella was turning her lusty attention to Hawke... and he did not want to watch that. He sighed, “No.”
That only left the naive blood mage.
“It's too late to go today anyway, Anders. Let's find Merrill to talk. We'll find something good to drink, too.” Hawke sounded hopeful at that.
He was already too fond of how he could pretend when drinking. Justice didn't let him drink enough to do anything satisfying. Still, they both pretended that they didn't remember those moments.
Varric wiped Bianca one last time before slinging his customized crossbow on his back again. “Sounds like a plan, Hawke.”
Looking about the clinic, only one patient from the Rose was sleeping. The sailor came here as soon as he made port for healing and be back to the brothel tomorrow. He'd sleep until morning.
Stepping towards the doors, he grinned at the rogues. “I think either of you would be much faster at locking up for me?”
That got him snickers and they left for the nearest stair to Lowtown. He and the dwarf debated toenails versus fingernails for Bartrand all the way to the Alienage.
His one concern, that Alienage gate might already be closed for the night, was dismissed when he saw the lights scattered around and under the great tree in the square. He heard music, lively music, as elves in bright finery danced, filling much of the square. Some seated at a table wore finery and flowers, while many moved food through the crowd.
This was colorful and joyous and full of life. A part of him welled up, that part of life and creation magic and hope.
He looked at Hawke, but she and Varric moved slowly towards Merrill's rooms. A few elves spoke to them at the gate, but the vintner and Arianni spoke for them. The crowd left a ring of open space around them as they crossed the square. The vintner spoke to Hawke, then Feynriel brought them spiced wine. An elf snared Varric briefly, too.
Hawke knocked at the hovel's door as the healer looked back for a moment with a wistful smile at the elves dancing.
Before he realized it the door opened, and then Varric and Hawke pulled him inside with them to shut the door. There, Merrill looked up from a huge tome in the dim room.
“Daisy, what are you doing in here, with all the light outside? Don't you know daisies need the sun?” The dwarf demanded in a soothing voice.
He used to think he was that debonaire.
“What, is it dark already? Andaran atish’an. The words nearly fly through my mind and make the time fly away from me. Or is that just me?
“Even I go outside,” Hawke said with a little exasperation. “You should too.”
“I...” Merrill spoke sadly. “I am not the Keeper they need here.”
Laughing, Varric swept an arm grandly. “Neither am I, yet here we are. We came for another reason, but I think I'll look for your storyteller and trade tales.”
Merrill seemed off, even to him. Perhaps it was Justice's prompting, but he asked, “If you are not a Keeper, then why isolate yourself from them, like mages locked in the Gallows?”
The other mage wilted a little as if she truly was a flower. “No, I suppose that is true. But then, I am not the only one to be locked away by my responsibilities, am I?”
When he looked at Hawke, her eyes had closed.
“Well, Daisy, if you trust the feet of a Tethras, this music is better than we'd find at the Hanged Man tonight. We can talk business tomorrow.” Varric bowed to the elf so the hem of his coat flared out. He swept Merrill and Hawke in front of him towards the festivities outside.
Anders followed and settled on a bench with his drink. He wondered if tonight was the night some dark and handsome elf would sweep her into the dance. That this would be the night her grace would be mirrored as he could only watch.
He lost sight of the others in the crowd and drank.
Then slim hands pulled him up to his feet and into the dancing, to drown in her laughing, mossy green eyes.
A/N: Challenge words are daisies, dance, and demand. Thanks to my beta reader who has been kind enough to read this and point out stupid flubs. Any typos that remain are not intentional... Reviews or a PM to let me know what you think would be very appreciated.
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