Strange Trip

The blood mage had lied to Anders. She had cozied up to him, plied him with drink and thought to use his body for her own pleasure or perhaps worse and when she hadn’t gotten what she wanted she punished him with her knowledge of what had happened to Hawke. Justice, or perhaps Vengeance now, wanted to strike her down for it, punish her and rid the world of another blood mage, and he would have if it hadn’t been for Anders himself. He’d pleaded, begged for her life and thanks to their bond he could not act without his consent, so the blood mage lived, and they turned their attention to tearing open the fade in an effort to find Hawke. Neither of them could abide her being stuck there and Anders was unwilling to believe that anything there could get the better of his love.

The woman who made all of Thedas listen when she spoke wouldn’t have her life ended in the fade, Anders would see to that.

Justice hadn’t wanted to attract attention to himself, something that was harder to do when his skin cracked open and glowed the same blue as his eyes, but he also knew what would happen to Anders’ living space if he failed. Instead he went outside, after collecting Anders’ staff, and went down to the pool that seemed thankfully empty thanks to the time of night. He positioned himself at the deeper end, standing on the edge as he stretched his hands out over the water, focusing his magic in hopes of creating a tear. In Thedas, in particular spots, the veil was thin and could be pierced by even the simplest of spells, it was different now, in this place where neither of them belonged, it felt like an impossible task. Neither of them were willing to give up, even as the water glowed and the air around the pool crackled with electricity, but no tear opened.