Mage's company. (1/?) -M!Hawke x Anders
Fucking long day, maybe too long; far too long. Being Kirkwall favorite apostate-refuge-mage, isn't an easy task, even for Garret. But he was finally home
The first thing he notice when he put step into the state, was the silence; He didn't hear barkings, maybe avaline had taken his fearless and cute best friend to the barracks to train some recluits. His old boy seemed more...happier, active, even, since he started to bite avaline's recluits, no wonder why, even him wanted to bite some of them sometimes.
The second one, was the absent of Sendal, Bodham, and Vellana, the dwarfs were probably asleep, it was late, and if Bodham was asleep so did velena.
The third thing, his mother wasn't home, the lack of his favorite Coat in the Hanger was the only signal Garret needed to know it, also, she had mention she would spend the day with Gamlen, maybe they drink a little and she stayed there? It was late to her just to come home alone.
What time is it anyway? He whispered to himself, the only a-and vagely- notion of how late was, was probably that it had been quite sometime since sunset.
Maybe anders is already here Ā»he smiled, hurrying upstairs. It hasn't been more than a mouth since Anders moved in, and let's be honest, Garret was over heels. He was in love, for the first time in years, maybe first time ever.
It's not like he didn't have any lovers before anders, it's just...he never felt this way, or even a little similar to anyone else. If this was love, it was certainly first time he felt it so strongly.
So he adored everytime spend alone with his new lover. Lover...I still love the sound of that witch, wasn't exactly much. Turns out, being the only free healer in darktown, taked a lot of anders time. More than once, he spend not all day, but also entire nights in his clinic, or doing who knows what, only to come back muttering shit about templars, smelling to lyrium potions and being a mess. And even if Anders was home, most of the times he was sleeping, or writting his manifesto.
But even then...he always make time for Hawke.
And Hawke was like a puppy everytime that happened. Not like he had been all day long grumpy because he didn't get a morning kiss from his boyfriend, nope, of course not, neither like he's been looking for an excuse to go darktown and steal that kiss, and maybe a few minutes from anders, nuh-uh, that's ridiculous. And of course!, it's not like he had been craving for anders hold and cuddles, and had been thinking of just going home to kiss those damn sweet lips all day, of course not!
So when he peeked through the door frame, and saw an empty bed, and the lack of his favorite blond robes making a mess on the desk, he certenly didn't feel like a kicked puppy..and alone, heartaching, and needy kicked puppy, nop. Absolutely not.
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