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dracosaeculi
And then the eyes come. Honestly, a man his age, pouting?
“I stopped the blight in Ferelden and travelled for months to come see you in Kirkwall and this is how you treat me?”
Yeah, like that’ll faze her after all those years with Bethany and Carver.
“The only pout I ever fall for is Merrill’s. And I thought it was a bunch of you Grey Wardens... Varric would just love a storyteller like you.”
dracosaeculi
“Yes but— I’m starving. You wouldn’t let your own family starve, would you Mallory?”
“Then ask Bodhan to make you something, Daylen. Maker, you’re not helpless, I don’t need to baby you.”
dracosaeculi
“I uhm– Don’t suppose you were planning on finishing that, were you?”
“Down, boy. This is my food. You’re worse than Anders...”
Cooking/Baking rp Starters
"No, no, no! Don't put that in yet!"
"Are you sure that you cooked it all the way?"
"Well, something definitely smells good in here."
"Are you... baking?"
"Here, you stir this while I set the oven temperature."
"Do you wanna lick the bowl?"
"It's boiling over!"
"Uh, that looks a little... overcooked."
"You got some batter on your face."
"What is this mess?"
"Why are you covered in flour?"
"Are you sure you're supposed to add that much sugar?"
"Ouch! That pan in hot!"
"Don't take that out of the oven with your bare hands!"
"I don't think you know how to use a mixer."
"Wash your hands, and then you can help me."
"Those aren't quite done."
"Does something smell burnt to you?"
"Now, fold the eggs in gently."
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Name: Lady Mallory Hawke of Lothering
Titles: Champion of Kirkwall
Age: 31
Participating in...
Magical Competitions – Mallory may not know her way around a sword or horse, but she does know her way around a staff. She's proud of her mastery of force magic and loves to show off just how good she's gotten at setting people on fire or freezing their feet to the floor and making them fall right on their faces.
Misc
Gambling: Varric brought out this bad habit over the nine years she lived in Kirkwall, and she will hardly turn down a game of Wicked Grace or Diamondback.
Feasting: Oh yes please.
Drinking: Not too much, Maker forbid she get out of control and get too crazy, but she'll have a few harder spirits.
Storytelling: She'll leave the stories to Varric, but she will add in details he's forgotten. "Spiders, Varric, don't forget the spiders. And the ogre."
Singing + Dancing: She knows plenty of tunes from her childhood in Lothering and her mother demanded she learn how to dance at least a proper waltz. If she's drunk enough, she'll join in either of these activities, but she'd rather just watch.
Favor:
A simple red silk scarf, devoid of any designs.
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Varric smiled softly as he fiddled with the signet ring on his finger. When she spoke, he looked up to her, an eyebrow raised, a soft chuckle shaking his chest.
"That’s…kind of a loaded question, you know that?"
"I wouldn’t say this makes me more important by any stretch. It does make me happier that it’s back in the family. What’s left of it…”
"Was it? I wasn't aware..." She had been joking, knowing Varric would not pick her over the crossbow and the girl it reminded him of.
"Well I'm glad I could help make you happier... you deserve something nice every once in a while."
He scoffed happily.
"No kidding, ‘lucky you!’ That is, indeed, the family seal. Quite a sight to behold after so long…"
with a grin, he pulled of his right glove and slipped the ring onto his third finger. Eyeing it happily, he sighed.
"Fits like it was made for me…"
"I wonder if I've a family seal somewhere... Should probaby ask Gamlen or Mother." The mage shrugged, crossing her arms and laying them on the table, then resting her head on them. She watched Varric admire his new ring for a moment, a small smile on her face.
"Well, it was... more or less. So, does this make you incredibly important and far out of my league? Must I go wallow in my pain and sorrow knowing I may never become Serah Tethras?"
fenris’ dialogue from “a bitter pill”, pitched up.
moodboard - mallory hawke [part 2]
alotofwalking
❝It’s a dagger, Hawke. What did you think was going to happen when you jammed it into the table?❞
"I didn't--" She tugs with one hand, nearly falling on her arse when her hand slipped. "think this--" Again, another tug, but with two hands and a foot on the edge of the table to help pull. Still nothing. She puts her foot down and growls. "WOULD HAPPEN!" She slams her hands down on the table and her eyes glow yellow with force magic. The desired effect was that dagger would come out of the table, instead the table just started to float. "BY ANDRASTE'S FLAMING BREASTS."
"Don't you dare say a thing, Fenris."
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Maker’s Breath he loved this woman. He loved this mage. If you would have told him he’d feel this way about a mage years ago, he would have called you insane. But now, now he was happier than he had ever been. Hawke made Fenris feel alive, wanted, safe. It was something he could never thank her enough for. The little nip elicited a small gasp from the elf, and he tightened his hold on her, continuing to deepen the kiss.
She never thought she'd fall in love with Fenris. When they first met... well he made it quite obvious what he thought of mages, and being a mage was a big part of her life. But between all the adventures and their talks, she must have shown him that all mages aren't bad. It also helped that loathed slavers and others who hurt the innocent nearly as much as he did, Mallory supposed. She wasn't sure when she herself fell for the elf, but she did all the same and was happy about it more than she'd ever tell. He made her happy. Mallory happily continued kissing Fenris, one of her hands gently finding its way into his hair and cradling his head. There was a small smirk on her lips when he gasped and she took advantage of it to tease his tongue with hers for a moment.
alotofwalking
❝Hawke, what exactly are we doing here?❞
"Well Fenris, this a pub." Hawke smiled back at the elf. "We can drink, gamble, make barmaids extremely uncomfortable with lewd comments... maybe start a fight. Do you not drink or something? Is it against the rebel elf code of conduct?"
