i like to imagine the act 1 kirkwall gang hanging out on those steps outside gamlen’s place for no reason. just sort of lounging and bickering
leandra: darling can you tell your friends to stop sprawling over the steps i’m going to trip over them someday and break my neck
hawke: [leaning their head out of the door] mum says get off the steps, your legs are trip hazards
varric: dwarven legs excluded surely
merrill: she doesn’t like us? :(
isabela: of course she does kitten we’re decorative
hawke: [leaning head back inside] they say they’re decorative
promised myself i will draw this the next time this post finds me

















