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His absence from the celebration in the tavern seemed to finally catch the attention of someone.

Wide brown eyes peeked inside the room, spotting the Archer knelt beside his bed. "Sebastian?" Asked a quiet voice, stepping into the room, "Is everything alright?"

Damp cheeks and bloodshot eyes glanced over at her, causing her to immediately hurry over and kneel beside him, her face showing more concern than before. Her hands cupped his face, eyes widening.

"I could've done something…" He said hoarsely.

"What? Sebastian, what are you-?"

"Her Grace didn't deserve that fate. I could've saved her. I could've-"

A finger was pressed to his lips, a soft 'sshh' sound escaping Hawke. Her free hand stroked his cheek, and a frown formed on her lips. "Don't say that. It wasn't your fault. None of us could've possibly known what Anders was up to… We were all deceived."

"I was a blind fool. I spent all my time praying to the Maker for a sign for what my path should be, if I should remain as a brother-. " He continued, a shaky hand clinging to her shoulder, daring not to let go. With the strength fit for a warrior like her, she removed his hand, and then pulled him into a gentle embrace, letting him rest his head on her shoulder.

Gentle kisses touched his cheek, and a gentle sway rocked both bodies. It was like a mother soothing an upset child, if the child happened to be a full-grown man. "That wasn't the Maker's work. That was just the act of a man blinded by madness. But you aren't alone in your grief."

He pulled away and their eyes met. Though not in tears, her eyes were too filled with the same pain he felt, and perhaps more.

A hand ran through her sandy hair, another cupped her cheek. She leaned into the hand, a soft smile on her lips.

With the Chantry gone, she was all he had left. He had told her before that she meant the world to him, now she meant more than that.

Without any second thoughts, he cupped her face and brought his lips to hers into a needy kiss. Her eyes widened with shock before they fluttered closed, returning the kiss.

What started out as a feverish kiss ended up on the bed, both participating members losing their armor and under clothes. Vows were long forgotten as well, sounds of ecstasy filled the room. Strong arms wrapped around her body in fear of letting go and suddenly losing her. He needed her, and she needed him. That was all that mattered. That was all that existed to them at that moment.

When Isabella came to check on them in the morning, she would find them in bed, holding each other close. The blanket being the only fabric of cloth on either of them. A wide grin escaped her lips as she silently shut the door, letting them sleep as she hurried to tell the others.

Soon, they headed for the hills, not daring to look back. But as time passed, circumstances had risen that forced everyone from the Champion's side...

...Well, everyone except for Sebastian.

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His absence from the celebration in the tavern seemed to finally catch the attention of someone.

Wide brown eyes peeked inside the room, spotting the Archer knelt beside his bed. "Sebastian?" Asked a quiet voice, stepping into the room, "Is everything alright?"

Damp cheeks and bloodshot eyes glanced over at her, causing her to immediately hurry over and kneel beside him, her face showing more concern than before. Her hands cupped his face, eyes widening.

"I could've done something…" He said hoarsely.

"What? Sebastian, what are you-?"

"Her Grace didn't deserve that fate. I could've saved her. I could've-"

A finger was pressed to his lips, a soft 'sshh' sound escaping Hawke. Her free hand stroked his cheek, and a frown formed on her lips. "Don't say that. It wasn't your fault. None of us could've possibly known what Anders was up to… We were all deceived."

"I was a blind fool. I spent all my time praying to the Maker for a sign for what my path should be, if I should remain as a brother-. " He continued, a shaky hand clinging to her shoulder, daring not to let go. With the strength fit for a warrior like her, she removed his hand, and then pulled him into a gentle embrace, letting him rest his head on her shoulder.

Gentle kisses touched his cheek, and a gentle sway rocked both bodies. It was like a mother soothing an upset child, if the child happened to be a full-grown man. "That wasn't the Maker's work. That was just the act of a man blinded by madness. But you aren't alone in your grief."

He pulled away and their eyes met. Though not in tears, her eyes were too filled with the same pain he felt, and perhaps more.

A hand ran through her sandy hair, another cupped her cheek. She leaned into the hand, a soft smile on her lips.

With the Chantry gone, she was all he had left. He had told her before that she meant the world to him, now she meant more than that.

Without any second thoughts, he cupped her face and brought his lips to hers into a needy kiss. Her eyes widened with shock before they fluttered closed, returning the kiss.

What started out as a feverish kiss ended up on the bed, both participating members losing their armor and under clothes. Vows were long forgotten as well, sounds of ecstasy filled the room. Strong arms wrapped around her body in fear of letting go and suddenly losing her. He needed her, and she needed him. That was all that mattered. That was all that existed to them at that moment.

When Isabella came to check on them in the morning, she would find them in bed, holding each other close. The blanket being the only fabric of cloth on either of them. A wide grin escaped her lips as she silently shut the door, letting them sleep as she hurried to tell the others.

Soon, they headed for the hills, not daring to look back. But as time passed, circumstances had risen that forced everyone from the Champion's side...

...Well, everyone except for Sebastian.