"Remember that, my love." His lips leave a trail down from Hawke's collarbone to his breast, a small smile quirking at Anders' lips when he feels the muscles there twitch under his attentions. His hands slide up Hawke's arms to his shoulders and down, tracing every cut of muscle and plain of skin. Every scar, every imperfection, receives equal attention. Anders has said and done many blasphemous things in his life, but perhaps the careful and diligent worship of Adalwolfe Hawke is the worst offense. And Anders was proud of it.

Life hadn't been kind enough for what this man deserved. Anders hadn't been kind enough, at times. Adalwolfe deserved the world and more and he'd given up hope because a monster had gotten in his head and torn his belief to shreds. Anders would help him rebuild it.

"Remember that. Remember that I love you more than anything. Where you go, I go. When you hurt, I hurt." 'When you die, I die.' It's said in his heart and in his head, but he leaves his lips back to kissing and sucking where they've left their whispered mantra trailed across his Champion's skin. "Never forget that I need you, my heart."