"And then Hawke tore the door clean off of its hinges, walked into the room, and-"
Speak of the Devil and she will appear. Hawke walked through the small crowd that had gathered, and at the sight of her something in the air went chilly.
"I guess we'll finish this later," he said, uncharacteristically quietly. He turned away a little, and the crowd quickly dispersed.
Varric stayed turned away when Hawke asked, "Do you have a minute, Varric?"
She couldn't see the fondness mixed with bitter tension in his features. "For you, Hawke?" he said softly. "I have all the time in the world."
He meant to fall silent, to let her say what she came here to say, but something burst out of him unbidden. Turning to her, he said somewhat unkindly, "Congrats, by the way. People say you and that elf are- an item." Normally he'd be more verbose than this, but he's not sure talking too much is a good idea right now. "So. What's going on, Hawke?"
On some level, he was hoping it was just a rumor. There was never a shortage of them. If he believed half of them, Hawke would be linked to Anders, Isabela, her own brother, the Coterie leader, several templars, Meredith, Orsino, Sebastian, a high dragon, and the Arishok. This was probably a shitty rumor too.
((ooc: i found a youtube video of the scene that i'm using for this!))
Hawke, after a full day of being important in Kirkwall, will return to her fancy-shmancy mansion in Hightown to see a note pinned to her desk. With a dagger. And not just some run of the mill dagger like Isabela would use. No, this is basically a scrap of metal forced through the paper and the wood of the desk so hard that she'll have to have help to take it out.
But, once she looks at it, she might realize why it's that way.
"Tell your dwarf to keep his lies under control."
No signature. The handwriting is messy, like that of a child first learning letters. And there are little rips from what could only be a certain elf's clawed gauntlets.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2017-11-18 07:27 am (UTC)Speak of the Devil and she will appear. Hawke walked through the small crowd that had gathered, and at the sight of her something in the air went chilly.
"I guess we'll finish this later," he said, uncharacteristically quietly. He turned away a little, and the crowd quickly dispersed.
Varric stayed turned away when Hawke asked, "Do you have a minute, Varric?"
She couldn't see the fondness mixed with bitter tension in his features. "For you, Hawke?" he said softly. "I have all the time in the world."
He meant to fall silent, to let her say what she came here to say, but something burst out of him unbidden. Turning to her, he said somewhat unkindly, "Congrats, by the way. People say you and that elf are- an item." Normally he'd be more verbose than this, but he's not sure talking too much is a good idea right now. "So. What's going on, Hawke?"
On some level, he was hoping it was just a rumor. There was never a shortage of them. If he believed half of them, Hawke would be linked to Anders, Isabela, her own brother, the Coterie leader, several templars, Meredith, Orsino, Sebastian, a high dragon, and the Arishok. This was probably a shitty rumor too.
((ooc: i found a youtube video of the scene that i'm using for this!))
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Date: 2017-11-19 10:01 am (UTC)But, once she looks at it, she might realize why it's that way.
"Tell your dwarf to keep his lies under control."
No signature. The handwriting is messy, like that of a child first learning letters. And there are little rips from what could only be a certain elf's clawed gauntlets.
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