Maker’s BREATH, she was ready for a moment of quiet. A moment of peace. But she realized that that was not going to happen when she came home to find a note pinned to her death with what might only vaaaaaaaguely be called a dagger. If you were being polite. Or lying.
And no matter how she pulled, and tugged, and braced a boot against the desk, she couldn’t pull it free. So she gave up and yanked the note free.
‘Tell your dwarf to keep his lies under control.’
“... my dwarf?” Okay, she officially had no bloody clue what was going on. Or what exactly Varric had supposedly done to anger Fenris. And her desk really hadn’t deserved that. Which is why, note in hand, she headed over to Fenris’ borrowed mansion. “Do you mind telling me what it is Varric has done this time?” She didn’t bother with a greeting. He should have known she was coming.
Since Fenris wasn't what any person would ever call polite, calling that a dagger was just a stretch of the truth. It had been on hand and he'd been a little annoyed.
A little.
And he'd known his note was enough that she'd catch his meaning. And, behold, she did. Hawke was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them. It took her longer than he'd thought to come see him, but the look on her face said she had just gotten it.
"Your dwarf is telling everyone that listens to him that a bloodthirsty ghost lives in this mansion." That annoyed him. "There were three separate groups snooping around outside. One brought a priest."
Hawke stared at him for a moment, deadpan. And then her expression cracked, and she tried desperately to swallow a laugh. And only failed a little. A priest. “A ghost? That’s brilliant!” It WAS, Fenris. Of course Varric had tried to come up with reasons for people to avoid the manor Fenris was currently calling home. “He couldn’t have known that that would be a challenge to some.”
A priest. Really. “But I can try and ask him to come up with another tale to tell instead. Something that involves less priests, perhaps?” Sorry Fenris, she was teasing you a little.
"I'm starting to think that humans just don't make any sense. Ever. Because one group included a giggling girl who was excited to 'meet a real ghost'."
And this is coming from the elf that despises other elves, most mages and all priests and their associates.
"As if any self-respecting spirit would put up with her horse-laughter."
He leveled his best glare before waving a hand at one of the two chairs before the fire.
"I would appreciate it if I didn't feature in any of his stories. It defeats the purpose of trying to remain incognito and bribing Aveline to keep the city guard away. At this rate, I'm going to have to let Isabela see my underclothes. Or win more hands of Wicked Grace."
That’s okay, Fenris, Hawke’s more than amused enough for the both of you.
“Neither do elves, dwarves or Qunari. We’re all nonsensical, the lot of us. It’s something you learn to live with.” Teasing? Yes.
She is unfazed by his glare; she’s grown used to it. Even likes it. When it’s not aimed at a particular mage she happens to be related to. “I will do my best to get Varric to tone it down. He was doing it to try and protect you. To keep people away from the place you’re calling home for the time being. But it’s Varric, so it had to be a good story.” Reaching out, she settles a hand on his arm. “So there’s no need to resort to such drastic measures just yet. I’ll take care of it.”
Yes, yes, so glad that he could amuse you with his pain and suffering.
"Fine, women make no sense." And that includes her.
And his glare is never leveled at Bethany. While he might not like mages in general, the younger Hawke sister is...kind and sweet. If more mages were like her and less like Anders or Merril or Hadriana or Danarius, he might like more of them. But glaring at Hawke herself is as useless as telling Varric to calm down his stories.
He looks down at the hand on his arm and tries to ignore the burn of her touch. She is not his, he has nothing to offer another person... And, yet...
"I doubt that you can stop him anymore than you can get Isabela to stop frequenting the Blooming Rose."
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Date: 2017-11-19 11:06 am (UTC)And no matter how she pulled, and tugged, and braced a boot against the desk, she couldn’t pull it free. So she gave up and yanked the note free.
‘Tell your dwarf to keep his lies under control.’
“... my dwarf?” Okay, she officially had no bloody clue what was going on. Or what exactly Varric had supposedly done to anger Fenris. And her desk really hadn’t deserved that. Which is why, note in hand, she headed over to Fenris’ borrowed mansion. “Do you mind telling me what it is Varric has done this time?” She didn’t bother with a greeting. He should have known she was coming.
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Date: 2017-11-19 11:20 am (UTC)A little.
And he'd known his note was enough that she'd catch his meaning. And, behold, she did. Hawke was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them. It took her longer than he'd thought to come see him, but the look on her face said she had just gotten it.
"Your dwarf is telling everyone that listens to him that a bloodthirsty ghost lives in this mansion." That annoyed him. "There were three separate groups snooping around outside. One brought a priest."
And it was all Varric's fault.
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Date: 2017-11-30 11:40 pm (UTC)A priest. Really. “But I can try and ask him to come up with another tale to tell instead. Something that involves less priests, perhaps?” Sorry Fenris, she was teasing you a little.
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Date: 2017-12-03 09:58 pm (UTC)"I'm starting to think that humans just don't make any sense. Ever. Because one group included a giggling girl who was excited to 'meet a real ghost'."
And this is coming from the elf that despises other elves, most mages and all priests and their associates.
"As if any self-respecting spirit would put up with her horse-laughter."
He leveled his best glare before waving a hand at one of the two chairs before the fire.
"I would appreciate it if I didn't feature in any of his stories. It defeats the purpose of trying to remain incognito and bribing Aveline to keep the city guard away. At this rate, I'm going to have to let Isabela see my underclothes. Or win more hands of Wicked Grace."
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Date: 2018-01-08 06:06 am (UTC)“Neither do elves, dwarves or Qunari. We’re all nonsensical, the lot of us. It’s something you learn to live with.” Teasing? Yes.
She is unfazed by his glare; she’s grown used to it. Even likes it. When it’s not aimed at a particular mage she happens to be related to. “I will do my best to get Varric to tone it down. He was doing it to try and protect you. To keep people away from the place you’re calling home for the time being. But it’s Varric, so it had to be a good story.” Reaching out, she settles a hand on his arm. “So there’s no need to resort to such drastic measures just yet. I’ll take care of it.”
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Date: 2018-01-10 07:20 am (UTC)"Fine, women make no sense." And that includes her.
And his glare is never leveled at Bethany. While he might not like mages in general, the younger Hawke sister is...kind and sweet. If more mages were like her and less like Anders or Merril or Hadriana or Danarius, he might like more of them. But glaring at Hawke herself is as useless as telling Varric to calm down his stories.
He looks down at the hand on his arm and tries to ignore the burn of her touch. She is not his, he has nothing to offer another person... And, yet...
"I doubt that you can stop him anymore than you can get Isabela to stop frequenting the Blooming Rose."