Meredith only naming Hawke champion because she thought he would soon die of his grievous and horrific injuries and she'd get to use the honoring of him as PR for herself but that fucker didn't even die
Meredith, through her teeth: what a pleasant surprise...champion...
Hawke, lighting his pipe with magic in the middle of a busy Hightown morning: ain't it just?
I couldn't scroll past this without sketching a little thing for it, this is too good. XD
IM YELLIN!!!!


