y'all know the 'and i love you so much i'm gonna let you kill me' line from that one florence + the machine song but i just can't stop thinking about it. like it is the ultimate anders line. the ultimate handers line.
you know, anders's life is (was) about running. he's good at it. he invented new ways to escape for every occasion. he got rid of fereldan templars. he kinda got rid of the wardens. he stayed out of kirkwall templar's sight for years. he could kill people and abandon duties and get away with it because it was what he knew the best.
and then he did something that would shake the world. something that people would demand his head for. before they had demanded it for who he'd been born. and then they got the reason that could not be denied. and he didn't run.
no way that he couldn't. kirkwall was burning and panicking, he could mingle with the crowd and disappear and leave no tracks behind but he didn't. he stayed and he wholeheartedly believed that hawke would kill him.
he was waiting for his coup de grâce. he would rather die by the hand of someone he knew and loved than by the hand of the people he was successfully running from because they hated him and he hated them. more importantly, once he had taken the life of his first love because there had been no hope for him, no salvation.
and he believed there was no hope for him now as well.
(and if hawke doesn't kill him he's so inspired. he's eager to fight because he doesn't want to die. he still has so much to do and now his life is finally completely his, because the first time he doesn't run he's spared. instead of a brand of tranquility or another year of solitary confinement or a knife in the back, he gets to know that there's someone who loves him so much they won't give up on him. they won't become his silent judge and this is the way they save him: not by denying his ideals, not by stopping him from fighting for his cause, but by letting him know there's still hope)
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This one is less fun and cute, time to suffer.
Steve and Eddie switch off houses for their hang out time. Eddie wasn't sure why at first, clearly Steve's house was nicer and had everything but Steve seemed to legitimately enjoy spending time in his little trailer home. He eventually just accepted it.
It took months for him to realize every time he went over to Steve's, there was no one else home.
Until one day, there was.
It was a few months into he and Steve having gotten their shit together and starting to date (thank you nosy kids). They were cuddled up on the sofa alternating between actually watching the movie they had on and trading long gentle kisses when the front door opened.
There was no way they were going to be able to move far enough away from each other fast enough.
Steve's entire body went rigged and his eyes flattened the way they did when he was about to fight something he knew he had little to no chance of winning against. Eddie hated that look. He'd only seen it twice and he hated it.
Steve didn’t try to move, he just squeezed Eddie's shoulder and took a deep breath. Eddie wanted to squeeze him back but Steve's Dad was rounding the corner.
There were three seconds of peace as he processed what he was seeing before all hell broke loose.
Eddie was no stranger to homophobic slurs, but the things that came out of Mr. Harrington's mouth were far worse than what he'd grown used to. Most of them were personal digs at Steve, about how much of a failure he was and how he couldn't do even the smallest thing right, how he'd be disgracing their family and failing to carry on their name.
To Eddie's surprise, Steve mostly just took the verbal assault like he was used to it. And that made Eddie see red.
He moved like he was going to stand up and that drew Mr. Harrington's attention his way. The barbs turned to a rant about how beneath them he was and how little respect Steve was showing himself by being with him. All things Eddie had heard about himself before.
But that was when Steve lost his calm.
He'd been silent and motionless up until that point, but within seconds was on his feet, in front of Eddie, as defensive as he'd ever seen him. This was the Steve that carried a nailbat as if it were an extension of himself. The Steve that had bitten the head off a demobat for lack of that weapon.
His voice was calm and it was level but there was fire behind it. A fire Mr. Harrington had clearly never encountered before. As sad as he was to see this happening, Eddie was also incredibly proud of Steve.
The older man faltered for a second before changing tactics.
He threw a punch that hit Steve square in the nose.
Eddie was on his feet by now, and caught Steve when he staggered backward. But Steve had also spent several years building up a frankly alarming tolerance for head injuries.
He checked his nose for blood, and at finding none, told his father point blank that he'd been hit harder by Nancy Wheeler.
It wasn't the time to laugh so Eddie didn't but he wanted to kiss Steve so badly it was a little painful.
Mr. Harrington demanded they leave his home and Steve to Eddie's surprise refused. He'd expected they'd go back to his trailer, and maybe hunker down there for a few days until Mr. Harrington inevitably left again.
But Steve was standing his ground.
His Father seemed equally shocked but recovered enough to threaten to call the cops. Steve replied with "And tell them what? So far you've assaulted me, and you've been guilty of criminal child neglect for literally years. If you call them, Hopper will be hauling your ass to jail, not either of us."
His Father was so flabbergasted he flapped his mouth open a few times before he glanced over at Eddie and decided he was his in. He popped off about having him arrested for trespassing.
Steve laughed.
He proceeded to explain to his Father that he and Eddie have been spending time together for months and that literally everyone but him already knows that. The cops would laugh in his face the same way Steve had.
His Father was now red in the face and shaking with rage. Steve had never looked more angry, but he was smiling and Eddie for the first time spoke up.
He said the obvious. That Mr. Harrington could just go back to wherever the fuck it was he'd rather be than home.
The man looked at him with such venom it would have cowed someone who hadn’t built their identity around pissing off authority figures. Eddie linked his pinkie with Steve's.
Without another word, Mr. Harrington did just that, slamming the door so hard something fell off the wall and shattered across the floor. Steve flinched at the sound.
They waited until they heard tires peeling out of the driveway before either of them relaxed.
The first thing Eddie did was make sure Steve was alright, both physically and emotionally. Steve assured him that this was nowhere near the worst knocking his head had taken, and that emotionally he actually kind of felt better if anything.
He'd never stood up to his Father before. Never even thought to dream that he could. But after everything else he'd done in his life that he'd never thought he could do, it just felt natural. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt Eddie, after all. Not even the Father he'd been terrified of his entire life.
Eddie had kissed him breathless after that, just to make sure the good mood stuck.
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