*hawking

If Fenris was in Dragon Age: Inquisition
  • Hawke:I have to go hang out with Stroud and the Inquisitor for a while until Stroud dies. Try to make some friends while I'm gone?
  • Fenris:Ok.
  • Fenris:...
  • Dorian:Hello there! I'm from Tevi-
  • Fenris:nOPE
  • Vivienne:I hate poor pe-
  • Fenris:nOPE
  • Iron Bull:I love the Qu-
  • Fenris:nOPE
  • Sera:Piss shite i'm 12 tw-
  • Fenris:nOPE
  • Solas:Spirits are grea-
  • Fenris:nOPE
  • Fenris:HAWKE TAKE ME HOME RIGHT NOW
Heroes Reminiscing About Their Trips to the Fade

Hawke: First time was alright. Friends betraying me and falling into temptation. Normal every day thing, really. The second time was weirder. A lot of green. And spiders! 

Inquisitor: At least we made it through together. With the spirit’s help.

Warden: WELL I DIDN’T HAVE ANY HELP. I WAS BY MYSELF. FOR HOURS. CRAZY HOMICIDAL MAGES. FLAMING DARKSPAWN. CHANTRY SISTERS WITH SHANKS. OH AND DID I MENTION THAT I WAS TURNED INTO A RAT?

….

Warden: I got better.

It was odd seeing them again.

Odd… but good.

Anders had filled out, losing the ever present hollows in his cheeks and actually gaining a slight paunch ‘round the middle. It was clear Hawke had taught him how to smile again and there was a lightness to him that had never been present in Kirkwall.

Garrett was the same as ever. Same boyish mischief twinkling in his eyes, same scruffy beard, same terrible jokes. He even still had the same laugh - that booming bark of a laugh that reminded Varric of a mabari. Garrett always did seem more like a gamboling puppy than a grown man.

They had done well for themselves, that was evident, and they looked truly happy.

That part was most important to Varric. For all his opinion that drama sold better than romances, this was a story that deserved a happy ending if anything did.

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♝ Hawke/Fenris (I am nothing if not predictable...)

He does it cautiously at first, when they’re together and alone. She pretends not to notice that he’ll look up from his own book and lean back on the couch, arcing his neck enough so that he can see what she reads. It is a prideful thing, she thinks. He has come so far, and yet he is frustrated that it is not enough. Two years ago, he couldn’t read his own name on a page. Now he can write entire notes to her (and does with great frequency, as he knows she will not mock his unsteady penmanship.)

It’s the same pride that keeps Hawke from just putting the book between them, so they both may read it. It is another of Varric’s serials, a lesser known work than Hard in Hightown, but still quite good. Varric is, however, quite verbose and varied in his writing. There are words that she is unsure Fenris has come across in his own reading. 

The dictionary lays open on the table for a reason, after all. And for Satinalia, she plans to gift him one of his own, something Isabela found in Ostwick with a great number of Tevene words added to the common tongue. 

It surprises her when Fenris’ shoulder brushes her own, that he’s gotten this close. His own book is closed, forgotten. 

She looks over at him, where he is mouthing the words. It helps him, with newer vocabulary, to read it aloud. He is well-spoken, after all. Many words are a mystery, but only because he has never had reason to hear them. 

"Would you like to read this to me?" she asks, voice soft. Her finger is on the corner of the page. 

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