"When you want me to give someone a sword?" he shot back, a smug-ass smile twisting his face.
This felt right. Finally. And he could see that Hawke felt better too- most likely she could feel the upset of their familiar rhythm, or she was just wigged out by Varric being weird.
His hand twitched. He wanted badly to put a hand to her cheek, to brush that ridiculous strand of hair out of her face- but he turned the gesture into a reach for his tankard, instead.
"Well, as much as we both love talking about my sword..." He let the comment sink in with a wink while he took a sip of his ale. "I think there's some drinking to be doing, and a chair with your name on it."
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Date: 2017-11-20 02:18 am (UTC)This felt right. Finally. And he could see that Hawke felt better too- most likely she could feel the upset of their familiar rhythm, or she was just wigged out by Varric being weird.
His hand twitched. He wanted badly to put a hand to her cheek, to brush that ridiculous strand of hair out of her face- but he turned the gesture into a reach for his tankard, instead.
"Well, as much as we both love talking about my sword..." He let the comment sink in with a wink while he took a sip of his ale. "I think there's some drinking to be doing, and a chair with your name on it."