Before you end up like all the others.' He inclines his head and adds, 'It is, as you say, not a bad idea.' 'If it's advice you're looking for, mine's to stop fighting. The young man smiles as he sees her sudden grimace the knife in his fingers is steady. Two of them nock arrows, the tips aimed squarely at her heart and between her eyes, and Hawke knows that the slightest attempt at a signal on her part, be it magic or a simple scream, will die as quickly as she. 'You aren't the first apostate who's resisted,' the young man returns, his voice lightly accented, and when he lifts his arm another four raiders emerge from a shack across the street, armed and impassive and moving close behind the giant in a penning circle. 'Giving up so soon?' she asks, and lets the fire in her hand burn brighter. Other than them, the street is empty the residents of Lowtown know better than to involve themselves in another's fight. They both take a step back, wariness in their eyes. She whirls on her heel to keep both the giant and the false-wounded man in her sights, her back to the ash-dusted wall of the Lowtown hovel he'd begged against, and shifts her weight to her toes as she pulls her staff to the ready. The giant lets out a wordless snarl of rage, his grip loosening in agony, and Hawke ducks under his blistering arms with her hands still lit with flame. Trapped, but not helpless-Hawke pulls fire to her fingers, slamming her palms against his bared forearms until her nose fills with the stench of burning flesh. It begins with the lure, a wounded boy crouched in the squalor of a Lowtown alley with an empty beggar's cup and a white, pained face next comes the reel, when she kneels beside him with the glow of healing magic cupped in her palms and last is the silent moment when she sees that he is not so young, and not so wounded, and when she flings herself back from the short, sharp blade he pulls from his sleeve she finds herself caught in the bole-thick arms of a giant, left to surface with the gasping realization that she is trapped. The Habit of Perfection, Gerard Manley Hopkins

Part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six Not kidding about the violence these are not nice people, and they do not do nice things to their captives.

Fenris is understandably distraught.Д«ig Fat Warnings: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, physical and emotional torture, sexual content. What I loved about the prompt upthread is the fact that by the time rescue comes, she's so used to pretending to be Tranquil or magicked into the appearance of it that by the time the hero (Fenris) comes she couldn't show emotion if she tried. Original prompt: I would really love to see Mage Female Hawke captured and branded in a failed Rite of Tranquility by a roving band of miscreants, then forced to have to play along with it while she waits for rescue. Summary: Hawke is captured and branded in a failed Rite of Tranquility, but the longer she is forced to hide the truth the harder it is to find again. Genres: hurt/comfort, romance, angst, tragedy

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