2 by *GIVEthemHORNS
Anders stared up at the red hot brand inching towards him. He contemplated his life while the Templar wielding the brand sneered at him. He should have fought more, should have called upon the spirit he harbored when they came for him…instead he gave up. An army of Templar at his door, Hawke leading them was the final straw, the last thing that broke his resolve to bring the establishment crumbling around him.
He pondered his life as a Warden…what being Tranquil would mean when his Calling came. Would he even care? Would he fight the pull of the Taint in his blood or would the docility of the brand nullify his will to obey even that primal urge? Would Hawke kill him then? Once the Taint started to claim his body? When he was no more of a man than Larius, the old Warden they’d encountered in the depths so long ago?
What would the Warden Commander say when…hell if she heard of them making him Tranquil? Would she even care? Would Solona scoff and say that’s what he deserved for deserting them all? For letting them think he was dead until he ran into Nathaniel Howe again?
He blinked and swallowed, the noise audible in the room… as he wondered why the hesitation on the Templar’s part to brand him, sever him from his mind, his power, the Fade itself. He watched, as Carver pulled off his helm a savage look on his face as he crouched low and leaned into Anders face, all angles, anger, and avarice as he watched the mage finally cower.
“Hawke made sure I would be the one to brand you apostate.”
Anders said nothing, he knew there were no words to save him, no words would undo the stain of blood on his hands, his soul. He closed his eyes and waited for the searing pain, the drain on his soul.
“Open your eyes, face your fate coward.”
Anders opened his eyes once more, but did not give the younger Hawke the satisfaction of giving him a final plea for leniency. Instead he held Carver’s gaze as the brand came closer, the unnatural heat crackling in the cell.
“Nothing to say, no witty final remarks?”
“Pity, I’d hoped to have one last verbal match with you before you became my own pet Tranquil.”
Carver gave no warning before he laid the Tranquil brand to Anders forehead, the scent of seared flesh making him gag slightly… but the scream that Anders let loose made it worth it. The way he saw the light leave the honey brown eyes was worth it, worth the blood, the sacrifice, the pain of it all.
“Open your eyes.”
Anders obeyed and looked up at Carver, blank, unfeeling and unable to do anything further than what Templar Hawke allowed, after all he was one of the Tranquil now, and his will, his only known desire was to serve.