This was written ages ago, when we had fun playing 'Consequences' on CMDA... you get a place, two characters, and one quote, and you're must write a story about it. I finally decided to share these little pices of silliness.

Thanks to my wonderful beta ShebasDawn for her help. :D

Raw Justice

Justice stared at the sun symbol branded on the brow of the shop assistant, feeling the rage gather in him like storm clouds in August. "This is injustice!" he thundered.

"Yes, Ser. How can I help you, Ser?" the assistant replied in the indifferent voice. "If you are looking for appearance-changing mirrors, I am afraid we cannot help you. You should try Xenon's shop in Kirkwall."

"I don't waste my time on vanity, when there is so much injustice to fight!" he thundered again, the raw magic cracking through his dead skin like lightning.

"Healing potions for sore throat are in to the left, in the Potions section, third column, fifth row from the top. Poultices for skin injuries are in the seventh column, second row."

Normal or tranquils, humans were always too frustrating. Was it even worth trying to save them? Justice couldn't say. But it was his sacred duty and he would save them, he would save them if it was the last thing he did! He just wanted to thunder it to the assistant, when the door opened and in walked the weirdest couple.

The first was a man was tall and bulky, with a thick bushy mop on the head; only closer look revealed it was indeed hair, eyebrows, moustache and a beard. There might have been eyes hidden somewhere there, but Justice couldn't be sure. The ugly bloody smear on his nose did nothing to improve the impression. The other was an elf; next to his companion he looked odd, lacking two or three dozens of pounds of fat and fur. His own hair was smooth and neat and the colour of the sky at sunset; it matched with his deep, dark blue eyes.

Justice caught himself staring at the elf, and try to turn away before they noticed, but he two had eyes only for each other and didn't pay any attention to him. The elf was flitting around the human, like a puppy on lyrium, bowing and complimenting him, and dusting off the nonexistent speck from the man's coat.

"Jethann," the human huffed, sounding half annoyed-half amused, "you damned cheeky monkey, for the last time, behave. Or I'll sell you together with the runes. Hey, assistant! How much would you pay for a pretty elf like this?"

"You are mean. I can't help it. You know how I enjoy serving you." The elf purred the last two words leaning on the man's chest. "Besides, this establishment can't afford me."

"Don't count of that… I'm sure I will find an artifact or two for which I can trade you."

For a reason Justice couldn't even start to comprehend, the elf found that funny and started to laugh. His laugh had funny effect on Justice, making his heart flutter in the weirdest way. Confused, he stopped to think about it; in the end he decided it was just a new manifestation of sympathy with the oppressed elf slave. Trying hard to please his cruel master, with nothing but ingratitude and threats as a reward. It was injustice! With capital I! He had to do something about it, NOW.

He stormed to the human and pushed him away from the elf. "Freedom to the slaves!" he roared. "Stay away from him, evil scumbag! I will not allow you to treat him as a plaything!"

The man gaped at him, but the elf laughed and cuddled against Justice's chest. "Yes, protect me against the wrongs from Hawke!"

Justice's heart fluttered again. He looked down into those blue eyes sparkling with the mischief, and completely lost his mind. Nothing else could explain the kiss.

The next moment, he was flying. He landed on the shelter, scattering the potions, runes and even the assistant's accounting book all around. The assistant calmly asked him not to make the mess, but there was no time to apologize, as the human picked him and shook him.

"What are you doing with my monkey?!" he yelled; his voice wasn't as thundering as Justice's own, of course, but it was still rather impressive, for a human. And his grip was strong. Justice could only wriggle helplessly, as the man shook him again.

"He's not monkey, you scumbag!" he squeaked. "He's an elf! A person! With feelings and rights like any other person! You can't treat him like this. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"

"Get lost, you idiot spirit! I want to talk to Anders. NOW! Or I'll swear I'll shake you out of him!" As if to prove he meant it, the human shook him again.

Justice admitted the defeat. No sense arguing with the brute. Grudgingly he retreated, letting his mage host out once again. It was grave injustice, but for now, let his mage deal with this mess. There would be plenty more opportunity for fighting for his just cause. From his own cozy corner of the mage's mind, he watched his mage apologize to Hawke and Jethann, swearing he would never snuff the raw lyrium again. Justice frowned – that would be problematic – but then his face cleared and his lips twirled into a smirk. If Anders wanted to give up raw lyrium for his brutish friend, let him.

He didn't promise anything, now did he?