hawk legacy

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

happy 10th anniversary professor layton, you’ve changed and impacted my life more than I can ever say. blessed to have those experiences in my life. love those games lots.

alyssaallyrion  asked:

12 for sappy prompts :)

The fire has burnt low, down to its embers, its glow turning the lines of lyrium into flickering pale gold as Fenris holds his hands over its dying warmth. He shivers. It’s freezing this deep underground, and the markings feel like ice burrowed under his skin. Though to be fair, he can’t exactly expect an ancient prison filled with hordes of Darkspawn and Taint-crazed Carta dwarves to offer the most comfortable of accommodations. The dirty and damp corner in which they’ve set up camp was clearly once a prison cell, and sitting here makes Fenris’s skin crawl. He won’t risk leaving the others unguarded in order to search for more fuel for the fire.

He hates it here, in the cold, in the dark, in the Deep Roads. He hates feeling trapped. He hates the Carta who lured Hawke here. He hates whoever this Corypheus is who desires Hawke’s for whatever malevolent purpose. He hates this unspoken tension between him and Hawke.

And Hawke won’t stop staring at the vibrant red silk around Fenris’s wrist.

As Fenris is shivering again, a blanket is draped around his shoulders, and Hawke drops unceremoniously to the ground beside him.

“I can keep watch for a bit,” suggests Hawke with a shrug too nonchalant to be believed. “Give you a chance to get more sleep.”

Fenris shakes his head, keeping his gaze pinned to their tiny, nearly dead campfire. He doesn’t dare glance at the man beside him, the man who can completely disarm him with one smile. The man who stripped him bare of all his defenses and worshipped every inch of him. The man who pleaded with him not to leave. The man who makes his broken heart ache with a yearning for something he cannot have.

“I appreciate the offer, but no, thank you,” murmurs Fenris, keeping his voice low so as not to awaken Varric and Sebastian. He wraps Hawke’s still warm blanket more closely around himself and breathes in Hawke’s scent, that perfect aroma of warm sandalwood and cinnamon which feels so grounding to Fenris.

“I can’t sleep either,” Hawke admits with an understanding nod. He tries sitting as comfortably as possible on the cold, hard, disgusting stone.

They sit stiffly side-by-side in silence for a while, Fenris unable to look at Hawke, though he can feel Hawke’s piercing golden-brown eyes on his wrist – or more accurately, on Hawke’s favor tied around his wrist. Fenris knows the question that’s coming, and he braces physically for the impact like an oncoming slap.

“Fenris,” Hawke begins, his voice tender and far too gentle, and it cuts at Fenris’s heart because he doesn’t deserve to be spoken to with such affection.

“Please don’t ask me about that,” Fenris cuts him off. Hawke moves closer to him, but Fenris flinches away from his touch, and Hawke’s hand falls away as if burned.

“I don’t understand,” says Hawke, and Fenris hates the plea in his voices, hates that Hawke is begging him. “Is it Sebastian?” asks Hawke, gesturing to the slumbering priest. “You two have become rather close as of late.”

Green eyes wide in surprise, Fenris turns to his former lover at last. “No,” he replies firmly. “I want you. Only you. There could never be anyone else.”

“Then why? I want you too. I love–”

“Wanting you doesn’t change what’s broken in me,” says Fenris bitterly, interrupting Hawke again before this wonderful and infuriating man goes too far. “Everything I feel for you does not and cannot change what I am and what’s wrong with me. Wanting you doesn’t make me a whole person, Garrett, and you deserve to be with a whole person, not someone like me who cannot be un-hurt.”

Hawke’s jaw is clenched, but Fenris is aware that Hawke’s anger is not directed at him. He turns away again, back toward the fire just in time to witness the tiny flame nearly die out but then sputter back to life stubbornly. Fenris doesn’t have to look back at Hawke to know his golden eyes are soft and warm with the love that Fenris does not deserve and cannot accept.

“I don’t want to lose you,” murmurs Hawke at last after another long moment of silence.

“I am not yours,” Fenris says, “but my sword and my friendship are at your disposal, whenever you need.”

The light of the fire flickers out, plunging their camp into darkness, and Fenris is starting to tense as Hawke says, “There’s no one I’d rather have at my side than you, Fen, in whatever way you choose.”

3

And what exactly is it that you & I need to discuss? Tobias huffed impatiently. I’m a very busy man so make it quick.

I have something I think that you may want, Shane started, pulling his leg up into his lap. He was trying to act as calm & collected as possible though his sadness had faded into a deep rage. 

Cut the shit & tell me what you want, the older man scoffed dramatically, not interested in playing games.

I don’t want anything, Shane shrugged as if none of this mattered to him. I just thought you might want to see the proof.

Proof? Tobias’ eyes narrowed as he studied the younger man who sat smugly in his home. Something about this was starting to sound intriguing. 

That you were right…

About?

Levi & Archer, the redhead spit, pulling his phone from his pocket & tossing it onto the glass table. It’s all right here. Oh, Shane continued. I noticed you’re still wearing your wedding band. Didn’t Archer have one that matched? I can’t seem to remember because he wasn’t wearing it the last time I saw him. 

Tobias grizzled at the news, leaning heavily against the shelf as he looked out the windows on the far side of the room. He wasn’t sure if he felt more pain or anger in this moment, finding out that his one greatest fear was coming to fruition. Either way, he needed to remain calm while the young man was in his company. And he knew, before anything else, that he needed to see this proof.

Tragic Backstories

Bronev: I loved my wife and kids very much but it’s heavily implied I’ve killed others in order to become head of Targent and unleash the Azran Legacy? Also, I threatened to kill my dear son Theodore and his friends several times. 

Level 5: We’ve got you covered, Bro. Here’s a tragic backstory where your wife dies, your kids turn against you and you looked after Emmeline! You had such a passion for archaeology as a kid, of course you couldn’t help yourself!

Storyteller (Arthur Cantabella): I created Labyrinthia to help my daughter recover from her trauma, so it’s totally fine to brainwash all these people and write nightmare-inducing events into the story. (They signed up for it!) Also, I could have killed Layton (the man trying to help Espella) with a bunch of mechanical knights, but it’s all pretend so no worries.

Level 5: Poor guy - he was just looking out for his little girl. Let’s give him a terminal illness on top of that, but he gets cured in the end! 

Bill Hawks: I shared a few lines of dialogue with my wife - Who is alive, might I add! - but I also secretly killed people in order to climb the political ladder and tried to have Layton killed. I can pay you -    

Level 5: Nah.

I’m just saying

Dear fandom

Why do you keep forgetting that Sebastian is a sassy little shit? I mean it’s all precious and sweet, that you keep depicting him as this innocent, ever-friendly, Maker-loving choir boy, but have you also considered these?

Before a fight:
“Maker preserve their stupid, stupid souls.“

When killing and enemy:
“Arrows courtesy of Sebastian Vael!“

After a fight:
“And I just cleaned my armour.”

About to KO:
“Why do they always go for the archers?“

Anders: How can you have so much faith? Does nothing bother you?
Sebastian: You’re bothering me.

Aveline: I’ve seen greater men than you use that excuse.
Sebastian: Noted and ignored, Captain.

Fenris: I can’t decide if it is certainty you have, or blindness.
Sebastian: (Chuckles) At least you can’t decide. 

Isabela: You weren’t? You weren’t going to tell me to comfort the needy and give freely of myself?
Sebastian: From what I hear, you already give yourself quite freely.

To Isabela if she returned to give the stolen book back:
“It’s frightening, isn’t it, to realize you have the potential to be a better person?”

Merrill: I’ve always wondered: how do your Divines choose their names?
Sebastian: They write all the best sacred names on slips of paper and stuff them in a miter.
Sebastian: Then the newly elected Divine picks a name out of the hat.
Merrill: What if she picks a name she doesn’t like? Does she have to keep it?
Sebastian: Of course she does. How do you think we got four Divines named Hortensia?

Sebastian with Hawke in the Legacy DLC:
“I wish my parents could see me now. They always said I had “no sense of the dignity of my station.” A disgrace to the Vael name.”
<Location dependent>
“Now, here I am, tracking down dwarven ruffians…”
“Now, here I am, traipsing around the Deep Roads like a common soldier.”
(If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality)
Hawke: I’m sure they’d be proud of you for defending a friend.
Sebastian: They must be rolling in their graves…
(If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality)
Hawke: If you could bring your family back from the dead, that’s what you’d want? For them to be disappointed in you?
Sebastian: (Laughs) How else would I know it’s really them?
(If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality)
Hawke: They’re dead. Let them go.
Sebastian: They must be rolling in their graves…

During the Tallis DLC when looking for Hawke:
Carver:
And we are back to front yet again.
Sebastian:
Blessed Andraste, guide us. Protect our friends in this dark hour.
Carver:
Right. Prayer. Useful, useful. Or we could do something.
Sebastian:
Guide us by the wisdom of your light… in silence.

During the Tallis DLC Act 3:
Tallis:
So if I put an apple on my head, could you shoot it off?
Sebastian: Considering what you’ve led us into, I don’t think that would be wise. 

I’ve decided to make myself a third(but probably going to be smaller than the other two) swtor home. Ebon Hawk it is!