Wicked Games Part 1

Wicked Games pt 1



Lanya Hawke was for sure no girl who tend to pray often, or even visit the Chantry at least. Being a mage had tought her that Chantry people mostly stand on the side of the templars, no matter if they  preached equal treatment or not. Overall, she had learned to stay away from them.

And then, this guy had walked into her life. This little Choir Boy – thats what Isabela and Varric liked to call him – who thought he could lay down the law on her and her companions. He annoyed her every second she was forced to spend together with him, walking around in his white armour like he would be the leader of them all. Like the Chantry would be the answer to everything.

On the other hand, it was fun to tease him. To watch him blushing when Isabela made one of her suggestive jokes. Like he would be totally innocent. But Lanya knew it better. He might be playing that role of an innocent member of the Chantry, but behind those walls he was more like her then he would ever admit. That also had been what made her start playing this game with him. Sooner or later she would for sure break down those walls around him. He was still only a man at least - a man who maybe could be very intersting if he would finally stop walking around as stiff as a poker.



Hawke and her companions were back on her way from Sundermount when they decided to spent the night outside insead of continuing to walk. She, Varric and Isabela sat around the campfire while Sebastian – as always – prefered to be on his own, saying he would to watch the way.

„Are you afraid I'll transform you into a toad when you just share my company for too long?"

Hawke appeared behind him, handing him a bowl of ale, a mischievous smile on her lips.

„Hawke," he turned around to her, gazing in disbelief, „you know I would /never/ think something like this about you! I'm olny keeping guard here."

„Calm down boy," she chuckled, sitting down in the grass next to him, „meanwhile, you should try to recognize a joke before it bites you in your pretty ass." She saw him blushing and looking down onto his bowl as it would be something very interesting.

„Hawke, you really shouldn't say things like that to me," he said then, trying to keep his voice calm.

„And why not?" Hawke raised an eyebrow, „I'm only telling the truth."

„Hawke," he closed his eyes, slowly breathing out, „we've had this conversation more then once now. I am a man of the Chantry. There is no use in teasing me like this."

„Oh, really?" she leaned forward, one of her hands resting on his knee and her face now dangerously near, looking up to him through her eyelashes and licking over her lower lip. Sebastian gulped, captured by the gaze of her blue eyes. He could see every single freckle on her skin, her perfect, snowhite skin...

„You can say that as often as you want, Sebastian Vael," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive  hum in his ears, „but I know there is more inside of you than only the spotless chantry boy you pretend to be."

Then she stood up, leaving him alone with his ale and his thoughts, knowing he was watching her back when she returned to the campfire.

„And? What did our Choir Boy say?" Varric asked after Hawke had sat down again between him and Isabela.

„He prefers to spend some time with himself and the Maker it seems," Hawke replied, smirking.

„If you ask me, he needs a woman in his bed finally," Isabela said, filling some new ale into her bowl.

„Yeah. Maybe he would stop taking everything so serious than."

Hawke only went back for a minute to tell him she would displace him with keeping guard later, then silence slowly laid itself over the camp like a comfortable blanket.

It made him relaxing a bit, knowing Hawke would not watch him all the time now. Cause he just knew that she was doing this. And it distracted him much more than it actually should. /She/ distracted him more than she should. Her blue eyes following every of his moves like deep, inscrutable lakes, the crinkle in the corner of her lips when she laughed about something one of her companions said to her, her blond hair tickling his skin when her face was way too near on his again...

Sebastian shook his head, trying to stop this. Such things laid behind him. Andraste was the only woman that should be in his thoughts now.

Maker, please help me to stay strong...



But he was not so sure if he colud stay strong as long as Hawke was around him, so he really avoided to meet her during the next days. Thanky to the Maker, it wasn't hard to fill his day with enough duties keeping him busy and his mind under control.

Busy enough that he didn't even see Hawke entering the chantry and speaking to Grand Cleric Elthina just when he was about sitting down in one of the confessionals.

„You need to have some faith in the Maker," He only heard Ethina saying, and then someone sat down on the other side of the chamber.

Silence followed.

„You can speak openly" he said, with this straight voice he always uses when he was here, „tell me your sins, and Andraste may forgive them."

„Oh, will she?" a slight chuckle, way too familiar in his ears, „forgive me my ,disbelief but I don't think a mage will find solace in a house of the Maker."

„Serah Hawke?" Sebastian asked, his voice not so controlled anymore.

„What did you expect? A sister of the Chantry?"

„Maker, you should not speak this way! At least not in a place like this." he sounded slightly angry now, a fact that surprised Hawke.

Could be interesting to see his face now

„Why not? Will a lightning bolt strike me down otherwise? You know me, Sebastian. I don't believe the Chantry would help me when I would need her to."

She heard him breathing out wearily, „Why are you so bitter, Hawke?"

„I am only what live turned me into," she replied.

„And why are you here then, if you're not looking for solace?" he asked then, and she could almost see him closing his eyes and leaning back against the wodden wall. Again, a slight chuckle, the tone of her voice changing.

„Maybe because of you," she whispered through the screen which hid his face from her, „maybe because you avoided to meet me for a whole week now."

„I had been...busy."

„Busy with what? Thinking about me? I always thought people of Chantry are not allowed to lie."

„Hawke," he snapped, and she knew his face turned to her on the other side of the screen, „Stop that already! I would never..."

„Have those feelings for me? Wanting me in your dreams? And trying to hide it?" her voice was so low now that he needed to press his ear against the screen to be able to understand her, „You only would make a fool out of us. You won't be able to go on like this forever. And I for sure won't stop chasing you, Chantry boy. Take that as a promise."