Just finished Trespasser (finally), and the best part of THE ENTIRE GAME was during the credits when Cassandra was reading excerpts from Varric’s book about the Inquisition. She was imitating everyone’s voices and I was absolutely dying.
I’d forgotten how cold it gets in Ferelden. You’d hate it, of course.
Still, Skyhold is quite lovely. Varric misses you (he says hello). He doesn’t
say it, but I know he misses Kirkwall as much as I do and he’s been away
longer. He’s made friends here at least. The Inquisitor is so young, Fen.
Reminds me of me when I first got to Kirkwall, before everything went to… well,
you know. At least I found you through all of it. Maker, I miss you. It hurts
how much I miss you.
Her name is scrawled at the
bottom of the page, that swirling Hawke. His fingers trace it, and he smiles at
the splotches of ink on the page. She’s always hated writing. Fenris folds her
letter carefully, places it on the bedside table. She’s ruined him. He used to
be fine being alone. Now the empty space on the bed is agony, the absence of
touch an ache. He allows Mr. Barks on the bed, who gratefully drapes himself
over Fenris’s legs. It isn’t much, but it will do.
We found Stroud – after putting to rest a bunch of undead in Crestwood
and killing a dragon. This one could spew lightning! It was amazing Fen. I was
amazing. You should have seen it! I tried to bring back the skull for you but
it was too big for me to carry. (Fenris laughs at the messy sketch of a
sad-faced Hawke, buried underneath what he thinks is supposed to be a skull.) We’re off to the Western Approach. I’ll
write you as soon as I can.
There is sand in places there should not be sand. I’ve found so much of
it in my smalls. This is the worst Fen. If the sand doesn’t kill me, the heat
will. If that doesn’t, maybe the possessed Wardens might. This is getting
crazier by the day. I wish you were here. You might be able to make sense of it
all. At the very least, I wouldn’t feel so scared.
We’re attacking Adamant Fortress. The first volleys of the trebuchets
have just flown. I’m heading inside with the troops. I’m sending this with the last
courier. I love you Fenris. Maker, I love you so much. More than you know. Fenris,
I love you. I am always, always, your Hawke.
The parchment is half-scorched,
half-ripped, and there’s a pool of ink spilled on the bottom. Her writing is
messier than he’s ever known it to be. He clutches at it, stares at the words
as he sits down on the couch. He runs a hand through his hair, rubs his face.
His hands shake as the parchment slips from his fingers, falls to the floor. He
doesn’t receive another letter from her.
He’s known to the vendors in
Hightown. The baker sets aside fresh rolls from him, and the old woman who
sells fruit always has a bag of apples ready. They tell him that someone who helped
save Kirkwall doesn’t need to pay. He insists they take his coin anyway. It’s been
months since he’s heard any news of the Inquisition. He buys the paper every
day, listens to each scrap of gossip, desperate to hear anything of the
Fenris learns not to expect
anything. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t believe it when he first sees it. A head
of raven hair. A flash of blue eyes. A familiar face staring at him across a
crowd, on the other side of the market. Apples go rolling when he drops the
basket, breaks into a run, his arms outstretched towards her.
He gathers her up, arms around
her waist, lifting her clear off the ground and spinning her round with him.
Hawke is half-laughing, half-crying, her arms just as tight around him. Feet
touch ground, and he can still scarcely believe it. He brushes away hair, cups
her face in his hands. He crushes his mouth against hers, holds her in shaking
arms once again.
“Hawke, I have missed you,” he whispers to her, and he
squeezes his eyes closed as they breathe each other in. He listens to her
watery laugh, feels her hands bunch at his back, winding into his tunic. “I am –
you are – I.” I am yours, he wants to
tell her. She already knows, drawing him into another kiss.
Just a quick style guide I whipped together in the last few hours. It’s in response to an anon from several days ago, I hope this helps! (And a sneak peak into the next card I’m working on for my personal deck.)
I really want to continue this series :) So if you want, send me an ask with your favourite character and a quote of theirs that means something to you, and I’ll see if I can use it! I’m trying not to use romance-specific quotes so that everyone can identify themselves with them regardless of their personal playthrough.
(Oh yeah, though they’re not technically companions I do intend to go with Josephine and Cullen as well because let’s face it they’re amazing. So if there’s any other non-companion characters you’d like to see, shoot me an ask!)
No one told me the mage outfits in DA2 were daggy as hell. ;P Can only imagine Hawke’s companions not resisting the urge to snicker and make lame jokes every time he thinks he’s finding himself better clothes.