The look on Hawke's face, however fleeting, told Varric that he wasn't being quite as smooth as he thought he was. Shit. He mentally shook himself, reminding himself that if the elf was making Hawke happy, then that's what mattered. Maker knew she deserved it.
Still, it doesn't make the confirmation any less of a punch to the stomach. It was only through the force of his superhuman lying abilities that he managed to disguise the moment as a neutral, surprised little. "Huh."
"Yeah, well," came some fairly hollow smarm. "You know me, Hawke. Eyes everywhere."
Eyes everywhere? Seriously? What the hell was THAT? Pathetic is what it was. Andraste's tits, he was a 12 year old girl.
Through a massive force of effort (and a sucked-in breath that, somehow, managed to almost look like his normal put-upon sighing) he willed himself to be a goddamn man about this. To even hitch a smile up on his stupid face.
"Well, then- let me... be the first to- congratulate you." Those last two words fell a little flatter than expected. It was at the same time too sincere and too sarcastic.
But he couldn't bring himself to say anything negative. It was too close to truth, and truth was dangerous.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2017-11-19 07:57 am (UTC)Still, it doesn't make the confirmation any less of a punch to the stomach. It was only through the force of his superhuman lying abilities that he managed to disguise the moment as a neutral, surprised little. "Huh."
"Yeah, well," came some fairly hollow smarm. "You know me, Hawke. Eyes everywhere."
Eyes everywhere? Seriously? What the hell was THAT? Pathetic is what it was. Andraste's tits, he was a 12 year old girl.
Through a massive force of effort (and a sucked-in breath that, somehow, managed to almost look like his normal put-upon sighing) he willed himself to be a goddamn man about this. To even hitch a smile up on his stupid face.
"Well, then- let me... be the first to- congratulate you." Those last two words fell a little flatter than expected. It was at the same time too sincere and too sarcastic.
But he couldn't bring himself to say anything negative. It was too close to truth, and truth was dangerous.