“And they’re going to, naturally.” Hawke knew Varric. Knew he had every intention of doing exactly that. As best he could. And who was she to stop him? No, she would be helping him. Delightedly. And given that things tended to go to hell in a handbasket when they were involved... she would take what delight she could get.
And if it involved indulging Varric a little, well... he was a friend. Friends did that.
Leaning over the map, making careful note of everywhere that he’s circled in red ink, as well as entrances and exits and windows, all the usual sorts of information needed when planning a theft, she huffed a breath, blowing loose strands of hair out of her eyes and happened to look up. Happened to catch Varric looking at her.
She didn’t know what to make of the expression on his face. She’d never seen it before. Her fingers stilled on the map. “Varric?”
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Date: 2017-12-01 03:36 am (UTC)And if it involved indulging Varric a little, well... he was a friend. Friends did that.
Leaning over the map, making careful note of everywhere that he’s circled in red ink, as well as entrances and exits and windows, all the usual sorts of information needed when planning a theft, she huffed a breath, blowing loose strands of hair out of her eyes and happened to look up. Happened to catch Varric looking at her.
She didn’t know what to make of the expression on his face. She’d never seen it before. Her fingers stilled on the map. “Varric?”