To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.
I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.
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“No.” The word was spoken with such
force and venom that it is a wonder the single syllable does not leave Hawke’s
“You said it yourself, the Wardens
started this mess. So it’s only right that—“
“NO!” It’s a good thing Hawke
shouted the word this time, because the earsplitting shriek that erupted in the
valley below would’ve drowned them out otherwise. The pools of black ichor that
they had waded through in the Fade were slowly drawing together. They rose up
and took form, congealing like blood trying to clot a nightmare-shaped wound.
Precious seconds slipped heedlessly through grasping fingers. There wasn’t
enough time to explain. Not enough time to tell Carver everything he should
have been told.
“I never could get out of your
shadow anyways. The best thing I can do with my life is to save yours.” Hawke was
shaking their head as he spoke, moving forward to take him by his shoulders.
First father, then Bethany, and mother too soon after. Not Carver too. It
stopped here. Carver must’ve seen that weight and determination in Hawke’s
eyes, because something in his posture faltered. He opened his mouth to speak,
but the reassurance died in his throat as another roar split through the air.
“I know you stopped listening to me
a long time ago,” Hawke said, their words were rushed but still spoken with
gravity. “But just for old time’s sake, little brother—” there, Hawke’s voice
cracked a fraction, “—just one last time, do as I ask.”
“Hawke,” The Inquisitor warned,
because in the brief silence the Nightmare had nearly taken full form. It
towered over them, despite being rooted in the valley below.
“I’m so proud of you,” Hawke
croaked, resting their forehead briefly against Carver’s. “So proud.”
“T-together…” Carver said, trying
to protest, but Hawke shook their head again.
“Live, Carver. But not for me, not
for anyone else. Live for yourself. You’re worth it.” Hawke was pushing him
away with their last words, trying to get him to move. The Inquisitor had taken
hold of his arm to lead him away because all he could do was stare numbly at
One last roar from the Nightmare
shook Carver from his stupor. He looked up at the creature that was swinging
itself around to face them.
“Sure would be nice if a dragon
could swoop in and save the day, huh?” Carver rasped as he stumbled away with
the Inquisitor. Hawke recognized the assent that the joke represented, and
their laugh was one of relief and false bravado.
“You never know what might happen,”
they called after Carver as he and the Inquisitor retreated toward the Rift.
The young Warden looked once over his shoulder just before stepping through the
astral green tear in the Fade. The last glimpse he caught of Hawke was of their
smile, their face turned toward him to make sure he had escaped. Even so far
away Carver could see it, knew exactly how the expression marked Hawke’s features.
They had worn that smile for him whenever the Hawke’s had been forced to move
to avoid Templars, and Carver found himself struggling in a new place yet
again. They had worn that smile when father had died, and Carver had thought
the whole world would simply stop spinning. They had worn that smile in the
Deep Roads when Carver had felt the Taint slowly consuming him.
And whether it was a trick of his
mind, or of the Fade, Carver heard what Hawke always said when they wore that
smile. Everything’s going to be alright.
You’re going to be fine. They had always been right before. But when Carver
came tumbling back in to the real world with tears in his eyes and the blood of
his last sibling on his hands… he wasn’t sure it would be true this time.