ᵐᵃᵏᵉʳˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ, ʰᵃʷᵏᵉ ᵎᵎ

𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂.

[hawkeyde]

altuspavus‌

          A kiss — such a soft kiss. Dorian has never had such soft kisses as he’s found Hawke to be want to give him. He’s got to be the luckiest man in Thedas. Too quickly, though, the soft brush of lips is broken, Dorian’s own trying to chase the taller mage back into a longer, second kiss. No such luck ; the Tevinter chooses instead to sigh again and lean closer.

          „ My logic cannot apply to you, as it’s logic for my own experiences. Not yours… ” even as Dorian speaks those words, he knows how ridiculous they sound. Still, he can’t be expected to make full sense all of the time, or in such moments as these. „ I was not speaking of childhood goals, anyhow. As a child, I wanted to become Archon ; though who’s to say if that was truly my own goal or if I was simply an echo of my parents. ”

          He shook his head, using the movement as an excuse to nuzzle closer to Honey for a brief moment — only long enough to warm his nose, lest it become sniffly. „ You, ‘ farm boy, ’ are not simply good enough. You are a very good man, and I won’t hear you speak otherwise. But… what do I know ? I’m just a silly Tevinter mage. ”

          And his eyes cross to spot the finger only a moment too late, leaving Dorian looking a tad silly for the time it takes ‘til his eyes return to normal ; his gaze jumps back up to settle on Honey’s face. „ Honey, then, ” he tests the name out on his tongue ( it feels good, safe, warm — like the man himself ) and squeezes the hand back: an acknowledgment and agreement. „ I’ll be sure to remind you, keep you from forgetting. It — I know that your name is important. ” He knows that he is ’ Hawke ’ to nearly everyone else. An honour, then.

it is nice to hear his name.   no one calls him that, anymore.     honey soaks in everything dorian says to him ( having audibly and unashamedly sighed when dorian had tried the whole ‘we are different’ angle ) and toys with the other mages fingers as he does.   sometimes, when they were together, it was almost like nothing else existed. 

the champion winds his arm around dorians shoulders and pulls him closer still for another kiss, this time firmly ( groundingly ) upon his forehead, and another on his temple.      ❝  you are a very lovely tevinter mage, and i hold you very dearly.  i hope that makes you feel a bit better at least. ❞    & he ponders more what dorian said last. 

❝  thank you.  ❞    & he glances down at his companion again, expression one of intrigue, amusement.      ❝  important?    i don’t know about all that.   just want you to know me, i suppose, as a man, not a mountain like a lot of other people seem to. ❞   immovable, strong, towering.    hawke may be these things, of course.    but he was still honey.           ❝   hawke makes me sound like a hero.  honey makes me sound sweet, like confectionery. i know which one i prefer.   ❞  

the rebel mage scans their surroundings a while, moving then to rest his chin atop dorians head.  staying here a moment.     ❝   if you want, when you feel better, we can go inside and i’ll distract you from your woes with tea and a good book.  and my ever present, overwhelming charm of course.   ❞  

[hawkeyde]

manidottir‌

       There were times when Signe wondered what tales were being told about her, not only back home but here as well. Though she was an anomaly in this world, more so than in Skyrim. Perhaps she didn’t want to know what people here said about her. The way magic was treated she was surprised some didn’t think her an abomination.

       “I’d almost be willing to see you try.” A teasing look appeared on her face as she spoke. “I think my type of roaring is different than yours, but generally I’m more of the quiet type.” It was never easy for Signe to make friends growing up and that carried over into adulthood. She’d had such a burden thrust upon her at a fairly young age that it pushed her even further into herself. 

the ‘roaring’ comment tickles him.    another smile lingers along his maw, what a pair they were.    what a contrast.    hawke raised bubbly and loud and cheerful, all to distract his family ( and himself ) from the world that wanted them stolen away, or dead.      always filling silences because silence, to him, was heavy. perhaps sometimes he longed for a more quiet life, though that life was far beyond him now. 

❝  i’d be intrigued to learn about your type of roaring, then.     that’s quite alright, too, i’m sure i can chat enough for the both of us. or perhaps we could make a game of it.  for one entire day, i’ll shut up, and you can take the reigns of conversation.    see who gives in first.    probably me.  ❞        probably him.  at least he’s wildly honest about it.

[hawkeyde]

glowyapostate‌

The kiss washes over him like the rays of a warm summer day and he returns it, smiling against Hawke’s lips, his body trying to chase after it as he pulls away managing a quick peck on his chin, the hairs gently tickling his face and he scrunches his nose slightly.  “ What a coincidence. “  He smirks, reaching out to rest his palm along his jaw, stroking the skin with his thumb.  “ I was thinking the same thing about you. I still don’t understand how I could get  so lucky. “  He’s grateful Honey finds him handsome even if he doesn’t understand it. When he looks in the mirror he sees sunken eyes and a haggard face yet with Hawke he can believe himself to be so much more.

A second kiss comes and he sighs with it heart rate quickens and still can’t help but smile.  “ Not to  blow holes  in that idea of yours, and i know such words are  tempting fate  while sitting in a boat, but if you start looking for the most handsome man, it might end up sounding more like an advert for dating. And if you’re so  desperate  for a date with me, all you have to do is ask. “  He chuckles, low and sweet, pressing a peck to his lips then follows it up with a little more needy one.  “ Still sometimes I wake up and wonder if I dreamt it all, if even this moment is some  forlorn fantasy  wishing you could be mine. “  A pause and a deep breath follows.  “ I love you. “

The tip of his index finger traces along Honey’s lower lip, his jawline then travels up to his cheekbones.  “ Do you think it’s possible? Our luck changes one day and our fate becomes favourable to produce a normal and peaceful life? “

hawke sees him in every light possible.    hawke sees the way he creases his features when he ties his hair, like it’s such an act of concentration.    hawke sees the way he cares so fervently that it glows beneath his skin like lamplight.    hawke sees the way anders look at him, and he wonders again if anyone has ever loved another man like they love one another. 

honey laughs, nose wrinkling:     ❝  no!  ❞   he begins,      ❝  alright, point taken.  took me long enough to land you, and i’m keeping you. ❞     & it is very matter of fact.   in fact, honey doesn’t see himself without anders now. it’s so ... fulfilling, to be with him.    his life hasn’t gone how he wanted, but his life had led him to the other mage.     he will be eternally grateful .. and if there is a maker out there, hawke thanks him every day.  

 & he smiles his warm honey smile, pursing his lips out against the finger as it trails his maw,    ❝   i think a lot of things .. mainly garbage thoughts that everyone yells at me for sharing.  ❞    & he laughs again, more sheepishly this time.    ❝   i do know, though, that whatever fate has been to me; it was kind to bring me to you. that’s all i care about really.  ❞       & his hand clasps anders own free hand, thumb trailing delicately along its side.        ❝   i know that i love you, too.  i don’t think you’ll ever get a peaceful life with me though; nor i you !!  ❞

the new ‘champion’ lifts his other hand to rest against the one against his own cheekbone, manoeuvres it to place a kiss on anders palm.       ❝   i don’t mind, though. you’re stuck with me now i’m afraid.  and i’d happily weather a life far from peace if it meant i could stay by your side.  ❞

[brittany-murphy]

Don’t let go.

                           I wont.

[altuspavus]

@hawkeyde

[hawkeyde]

im here to give this loveable poohead some attention after having it stolen by aurelio for a few days !!! i’ll be replying and queuing some things i owe !!!! weeeee !!! 

friendly reminder that i am also available at my black divine oc @unholye​ && he has been eating up my dash presence lately !! :3    i’ll dither between the two blogs tho, just sometimes im more musey for one over the other.      love you all very much <3 

[hawkeyde]

korcariapostate‌

      there was a part of morrigan that YEARNED to prod at that admission – a simply fumble from trusting lips , and years twisting knives in the imperial court , morrigan instead simply crossed her arms and leaned against the nearest wall capable of supporting her meager weight . but here was the CHAMPION OF KIRKWALL , squeamish at the mention of ghosts , ghouls , and the like all being hurled about ike trophies among their peers .

        ❝ unfortunately , the topic of conversation is out of my control … ‘ friends ’ or no , ❞       the witch admitted lightly with a pointed look between honey and ‘ toast ’ .

      but the witch of the wilds WAS quite relaxed – and while perhaps that was the cheap wine the inquisition had managed to collect , part of her believed it was the pleasant company . the HAWKE had not wronged her , and she had not wronged HIM … but she had to admit , she was rather curious about him .

            ❝ ‘tis fortunate , really , for i have no intent of dragging a grown man back to a place where he would rather not be . ❞       face remained stoic , though mirth laced her voice .         ❝ and who is this beast ? ❞

of course, prodding would have been poorly received.  who enjoyed prodding?  certainly not he.  sure: he was terrified of ghosts as a child may be.    hawke doesn’t feel he should be bullied for it, though. 

honey shares with her a smile, and it is an earnest one.   he shares with her, also, curiosity.  of the minor conversations they had had he had found his interest twigged.     in truth, he felt more comfortable around her than most others.  people looked at him oddly, sometimes.   like they didn’t know what to make of him.    like they didn’t quite understand.    he’d seen them look at her the same.

 ❝ i’m sure that’s a sight many would love to see. ❞  he comments on the matter of being dragged, huffing out a laugh.   toast huffs in kind, and he introduces her, stepping to the side of her to do so.      ❝ this is my friend, toast.   i believed her to be a regular nug, when i bought her.  now she is bigger than me. ❞      & he flicks her ear, affectionately, to which she huffs again.      ❝ are you a friend to beasts? or just never seen a nuggalope before? ❞

[hawkeyde]

virassxn‌

﴾ ➼ ﴿ ❝I do my best to avoid it, but I suppose there may have been instances in the past where it could have happened.❞ Cyrran flashed a wide grin at Hawke’s grumbling, raising his brows and leaning forward to observe the fallen man.

It had been a positively thrilling match to watch. The Herald had his own share of training with his various companions, but sometimes it was just nice to sit back and… enjoy!

Reaching out a hand, he winked and commented, ❝Well, since you asked so nicely. And I would never consider kicking a dog lord! Mercilessly teasing him, on the other hand, is absolutely fair game.❞

hawke sniggers as he rises, dusting himself off.     ❝ you be careful with your winks and your wit, cyrran, you’ll have people falling at your feet with such charm. ❞

the champion was a sore loser only when he felt cheated.    that punch to the mouth?  he had deserved, so he takes it well.      ❝   i appreciate your confidence, also, though i must maintain i would defeat you in a duel.  easily.   bull got lucky there,  you? i wouldn’t go easy on.  ❞

does he realise the double entendre to his words?   no .. absolutely not.  a man too innocent for his own good.       ❝ why are you down here, anyway?  no dire matters to attend to? no inquisitor-ly duties that need overseeing? ❞

[manidottir-aa]

@hawkeyde​ said “ i may have the right to remain silent , but i don’t have the ability. ”

The Dovahkiin hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect when meeting Hawke for the first time. She’d heard stories, listened to how Cassandra seemed to revere the man but also refused to read any of Varrics books until after meeting him. She knew how easy it was to spin a tale around a hero. To push the limits of what they actually did from her own personal experience with bards tales back home. There had been a sense of knowing upon first meeting, the same look of being thrust into events beyond your control and pushing forward to help those in need no matter the cost. Though there was also a disconnect between them in that Hawke seemed to be more exuberant than she was. The Dovahkiin was perhaps a bit more bitter at the world with how things turned out for her. “From what I’ve heard of you, I don’t think anyone would expect any different,” Signe replied with a soft chuckle and smile. 

[hawkeyde]

not many are entirely sure what to expect.  varric makes him out to be some grand warrior, bigger than ten men, stronger than twenty.   it’s a dashing idea.   hawke wishes he were bigger than ten men, and stronger than twenty. perhaps he could take fifteen, on a very good day. 

he spares her a glance and a smile.  always having a soft spot in his heart for other unlikely ‘heroes’, like himself.  ❝ true !! anyone who meets me and expects me to be a quiet sort of man has been sorely misled.  i’m quite sure someone actually tried to bribe me to be silent, once.  i didn’t take it. couldn’t deprive the world of my wisom, even for a second. what about you?  are you a quiet type, or a roaring type, like i am? ❞

[hawkeyde]

HAPPY MUNDAY !! MY HAIR IS GETTING OUT OF CONTROL !! Rumni hair is too thick man .. also yes I wear these dungarees almost constantly ♡

[torquentor]

 HALF GODS                                                         ARE WORSHIPPED   IN WINE                                                                           AND FLOWERS,                           REAL    GODS     REQUIRE      BLOOD. 

[hawkeyde]

maharassan‌

        He speaks more truth than he might realize. There’s nothing simple or normal in Thedas. There’s world-ending threats, nations constantly at war with one another, and common folk stuck in the middle of it all. Even now, years after the Blight’s end, more has happened in its wake. And to think the worst they thought they’d deal with is isolated darkspawn on the surface and reconstruction. ❝ One of the few remaining in Ferelden, but yes. ❞

        Ashera’s eyes flicker to figures approaching behind him in the distance, then back to the stranger to answer his questions. ❝ Of course. My name is Ashera, but most just call me ‘Mahariel’. It’s easier, I guess…Might I know your name as well? ❞ As they approach closer, her face softens seeing the animal companions. Oh, it reminds her too much of her own. Enasalin, her mabari, and Ghilana, her wolf, await her back in the tavern with her fellow Wardens. She’ll hear it from them once she’s back in town. A chuckle escapes her lips, arms crossing against her chest. ❝ If you’re sure…then let’s talk.  Even though animals aren’t great conversationalists, they’re there for you when you need them most. They’re a comforting presence when you’re so far from home and a great ally in battle. ❞ 

how thrilled he’d be to learn he spoke truth !!  most write him off as speaking pish.  sure, hawke indulges in his more childish and chaotic side often, but is he not a wise man still? he surely thinks so, and again, would be overjoyed to know his thoughts shared. 

toast makes her way to his side, and sits herself there, drawing in and then unleashing a mighty sigh as if to announce herself. hawke, used to her, does nothing.     ❝ talking sounds nice. ❞  he agrees, signalling to his own mabari as she continues.   bruno steps onto the wider pathway they’d all been following, and honey looks now to ashera. 

 ❝  talk and walk?  lingering may not do us any good, if there are more thieves about.  plus, i’d be happy to tell you the tale of how toast is a fiersome ally in battle indeed.   i once saw her bite a mans entire arm off, as casually as one may bite into a sandwich.  ❞

[hawkeyde]

magursa‌

              //.       LIEV had seen the guy around a few times. he’s heard stories about him but never really had an actual conversation. hawke’s height, stature and now that he’s seen it: his fighting skills were impressive. even to someone like liev.

brows shot up in a surprised manner as he heard he was self-taught. liev didn’t expect that, the way he threw his axe around like it was an extended part of his body. wow. the shifter had seen many fighters and soldiers, but none of them were that in sync with their weapon. 

“ oh really? color me impressed.” a smile appeared on his features, as he leaned his arms on the wooden surrounding of the training area. “ well, i don’t think me, being interested in seeing you train is particularly nosy. i just do it out of pure curiosity and interest.” he laughed softly, “ and thank you for the kind offer but i’m more of a hand-to-hand combat kinda guy. weapons are not really my thing.”

hawkes defences rise and settle, as he in turn settles his arms across his chest.  saoirse the axe strapped to his back once more.   the champion doesn’t come up against many strangers: most people here he’s at least heard of.   not this fellow. 

still he laughs, and laughs earnestly.      ❝ impressed, by me! i like you. ❞    & he runs a hand across his face, eyes tired as they so often are.   somehow maybe he thinks rubbing them will rub the ache from them, but it never does.    ❝ a man who uses no weapons? at all? well, i’ve never met one, aside from a mage. ❞

genuine interest !! hawke loves to learn, moreso to learn about combat.      ❝ perhaps you in turn could teach me a few things. perhaps we could trade! who taught you to fight? ❞

[hawkeyde]

WHERE CAN WE FIND LARA JAY? 

@hawkeyde  :           honey malcolm hawke,      dragon age pc / oc,       main blog & high activity. 

@unholye  :               aurelio jabez lanius,  ( original dragon age character )  the black divine of tevinter,   secondary blog &    high/medium activity

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@hawkeyde

[higheversworn-a-deactivated2021]

TAKE  THE  PAIN     &     THE  GUILT,  ACKNOWLEDGE  IT     &     LET  IT  GO.  IT  IS  TIME.              independent  warden  cousland  loved  by  nan.

[hawkeyde]

WHERE CAN WE FIND LARA JAY? 

@hawkeyde  :           honey malcolm hawke,      dragon age pc / oc,       main blog & high activity. 

@unholye  :               aurelio jabez lanius,  ( original dragon age character )  the black divine of tevinter,   secondary blog &    high/medium activity

[hawkeyde]

wingclipped‌

  ——  WHILE  HIS  DISDAIN  FOR  THE  MAGE  was  well  known,  it  still  makes  something  uneasy  stir  in  his  stomach  at  the  thought  of  his  elder  brother  being  abandoned.  he  knew  that  anders  had  done  much  –  that  there  was  probably  some  sort  of  rift  ( beyond  the  hole  in  the  sky )  that  needed  to  be  mended…  but  he  was  unsure  if  he  could  ever  forgive  the  other  for  what  he’d  done. 

  ❝ i’m  sorry, ❞  he  replies  earnestly,  for  he  does  not  wish  sorrow  upon  honey.  even  if  he  could  never  quite  look  at  anders  the  same,  he  knew  that  his  brother  had  loved  him  with  his  whole  heart,  &  honey  deserved  whatever  happiness  he  could  glean.  damn  the  world.  damn  anders.  their  family  deserved  some  modicum  of  peace.

  ❝ she’s  a  big  large  for  a  nug, ❞  carver  muses,  but  allows  his  brother  to  talk  about  whatever  he’d  like.  ❝ i’m  starving. ❞  there  was  no  point  in  hiding  it,  or  pretending  to  be  stronger  than  he  was.  he  was  tired.  gaze  flickers  to  honey  again,  ❝ are  you…  staying  for  a  while? ❞

hawke picks nervously at his fingernails, shrugging at the apology, which he doesn’t answer.   carver would know his brothers difficulty with emotion by now, he hoped.      hawke has grieved the loss, and though it burns him still, it doesn’t quite leave him fully hollow anymore. 

 ❝ we can eat.  we can go together, or i can bring it here? ❞    & he cants his head, shrugging again --- your choice, it says.            ❝ if we go outside you can meet my oversized nug. ❞       & he chuckles at his own statement, glancing once more, at toast. 

the question brings him pause,  but he replies wholeheartedly.         ❝ i intended to stay with you, and your cause, if you’ll have me.  for however long it takes to set things right. ❞