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 | cxstodis asked ; ✉ [ oh lord here we go. ] |
[Text: Red] Did you see that?
[Text: Red] Did you see that ass?
[Text: Red] Don’t flirt with Daisy.
[Text: Red] If he gets near her again, I’m going to deck him.
[Text: Short Stuff] Excuse me?
[Text: Short Stuff] I have better things to do with my time than stare at someone’s ass, thank you very much.
[Text: Short Stuff] And why would I be flirting with Merrill? [Text: Short Stuff] You know damn well I like someone else.
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 | Anonymous asked ; "Hawke, not here, we can--" The remainder of Aveline's train of thought was roughly cut off by a duality: a pair of soft lips at her throat, and a pair of rough fingers at her lips. "Aveline," came the Champion's purr of a response, as she oh-so-carelessly shoved the normally strong and defiant guardswoman 'gainst the filthy Undertown wall. |
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Just the word sent a rapturous wave of need and desire tingling down to her core and transformed those strong legs into so much quivering jelly. “I don’t know if you know this about me–” and those fingers slipped between drooling, parted lips, “but I don’t take orders well.”
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My father didn’t believe in r e v e n g e.
[ radio in. ] [ open your map. ] [ laws. ]
— But I do.
 | Title: Don't You (Forget About Me) Artist: David Cook Album: Don't You (Forget About Me) - Single Played: 0 times |
Will you stand above me?
Look my way, but never love me?
Rain keeps falling down…
Will you recognize me?
Call my name or walk on by?
Rain keeps falling down…
Like Old Times
The Champion listened, noting immediately the change in her companion’s tone. It normally didn’t take much to bother the strong woman before her, but this seemed… Different. It sounded to Hawke as though the woman before her had all the weight of the world upon her shoulders, something Marian was all too familiar with.
“Of course I will,” she sighs, offering a small smile as her clawed gauntlet reaches out to clasp Aveline gently upon her shoulder.
“Its funny… I really shouldn’t forget, but you have just as much to deal with as I do, if not more. Only… You never get the recognition, or the rest, that you deserve. Come with with me and then grab a pint or two afterward! We can even avoid the Hanged Man if you like.”
Marian might not be the best at comforting, but she knew that the Captain would appreciate the stress relief provided by bashing in a head or two. When it got to that point, of course. She still needed to see if Varric had a tip or two up his sleeve and see if Isabela might have an idea as to where they could start looking first.
Actually…. Avoid Isabela. At least if there was to be any hope that Hawke would accomplish a lick of work.
Hawke never missed a beat.
It was true – the normally proud and self-reliant guard captain had fallen short as of late, the weight of the world pressing down between her already sore shoulders. It wasn’t that she minded the responsibility; she much preferred knowing that someone capable was in charge of handling the city’s crime and dealing with it as necessary.
Still… a reprieve, if only for one night, seemed appropriate. It was a quiet night, thankfully, so she wouldn’t feel too guilty for taking a few of her off hours to join her friend in a bit of merriment.
”… I suppose that’d be alright. However, if you start making a spectacle of yourself again, I’ll be forced to haul you out. Watch yourself.“
Her words came as a warning, but the faint hint of a smile on her lips was unmistakable.