YOU SHOULD HAVE GIVEN BETTER!

i was not lying when i said i would let you down. independent & private custom hawke of dragon age 2. as written by rain.

[villainsmemes-deactivated202503]

GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

[visionofanarchy]

Platonic Touch

Sometimes, characters want contact that has nothing to do with sex or violence. Send one of these for your character to reach out to mine.

Shoulder Clasp

Across the Shoulder hug

Hair Ruffle

Gentle headlock

Full body lean

Feet in lap

Head in lap

Hair petting

Ambush hug

Not so ambush hug

Pulling mine into their lap

Cheek kiss

Forehead kiss

Brushing hair out of mine’s face

Fixing shirt collar

Fixing shirt cuffs

Fixing a clothing tag

Tying shoes

Taking off shoes

Carrying while half asleep

Hand holding

Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly

Absently tracing patterns on the nearest exposed skin

Pushing glasses into place

Offering their drink

Offering their snack

Kissing the back of mine’s hand

Looping their arm around mine’s waist and leaning against mine’s back

Crawling into bed with

Using shoulder as a pillow

Pulling mine’s arm around their shoulder

Hair brushing

Brushing lint off of

Giving a foot massage

Giving a back massage

Giving a scalp massage

Rubbing circles on mine’s back

Sharing a secret smile

Booping the nose

Touching noses together

Resting foreheads together

Resting cheeks together

Sharing a blanket

Taking over mine’s seat while they’re in it

Poking with fingers/toes

Painting mine’s nails

Putting jewelry on mine

Doing mine’s hair

Pinkie promise

High five

Fist bump

Secret handshake

Hipcheck

Pulling mine into a dance

Initiate a tickle fight

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i wrote banter because i Felt Like It ---

COLE:  stay.  please. HAWKE:  are you speaking to me? COLE:  i’m not.  he wishes he could. HAWKE:  i don’t follow. COLE:  tears can crack stone.  it’s just slow. HAWKE:  ah. HAWKE:  he’s stronger than that. COLE:  he thinks he has to be.

VIVIENNE:  champion --- HAWKE:  don’t. VIVIENNE:  hawke, then. HAWKE:  it’s not the name i take issue with.  it’s you. VIVIENNE:  i suppose i should not have expected civility from one like you. HAWKE:  you’re right

VARRIC:  how many does that make for you, hawke? HAWKE:  only one of us keeps track of how many people we kill, varric. VARRIC:  i was talking about times the seeker’s glared at you, not kills. HAWKE:  ah. HAWKE:  twenty - two.  that’s only counting today. if present ------ CASSANDRA:  i was not ---  HAWKE:  twenty - three.

SERA:  so you --- you’re a blood mage, yeah? HAWKE:  yeah. SERA:  and people call you a champion?  like some kinda hero? HAWKE:  some do.  not most. SERA:  only people callin’ that sorta shite heroic are other blood mages. HAWKE:  shame is less than effective on me these days. SERA:  pfft.  whatever.  do what you want.  away from me. if present ------ VARRIC:  watch it, buttercup. SERA:  she’s a blood mage! VARRIC:  [  sharply  ]  that’s not all she is.

DORIAN:  so.  your blood magic. HAWKE:  don’t. DORIAN:  what?  don’t like the prying?  i’m just trying to get information. HAWKE:  you’re trying to hurt yourself. DORIAN:  i’m --- what? HAWKE:  i hurt myself too much not to see when others do it. if ‘last resort of good men’ has been completed ------ HAWKE:  i’m sorry, for whoever used blood to hurt you. DORIAN:  ah.  word travels fast. HAWKE:  no. DORIAN:  no? HAWKE:  i don’t need whatever gossip you think i’ve heard to know what someone damaged by blood magic looks like.  don’t ask me about my magic just to hurt yourself hearing the answer. HAWKE:  it doesn’t prove that you’re stronger.  it just makes you a fool.

SOLAS:  hawke, i must ask that you --- HAWKE:  cole told me.  i’m being careful. SOLAS:  ah.  thank you. HAWKE:  i’ll keep from going near your spirits.  if they’re corrupted, it won’t be by me. SOLAS:  and cole?  has he reported feeling strangely near you? HAWKE:  no.  he says he’s too solid for it.

HAWKE:  you can stop looking at me like that. THE IRON BULL:  i could, sure. HAWKE:  believe me when i say that if i wanted you dead, magic or no magic, you would already be dead. THE IRON BULL:  who says i’m staring because i think you want me dead?  maybe i’m staring because i’m a big fan. HAWKE:  so was the arishok. THE IRON BULL:  point taken.

BLACKWALL:  it might not be an opinion you hear often, but i think that you’re every bit the hero the stories make you out to be. HAWKE:  not an opinion i hear often from mundanes, anyway. BLACKWALL:  you did everything you could to keep a city safe on your shoulders.  you can’t be faulted that it crumbled anyway. BLACKWALL:  it’s not right, how much you gave, and how little everyone acts like it mattered. HAWKE:  you should have met my mother. BLACKWALL:  i’m assuming she agreed? HAWKE:  no.  no doubt in a few hours she’d have you convinced that i was solely to blame for all that happened. BLACKWALL:  surely that’s not true. HAWKE:  we could ask her if i hadn’t let her die, so perhaps she was right.

CASSANDRA:  champion --- VARRIC:  watch it, seeker. HAWKE:  let her speak. CASSANDRA:  i wanted to ask if you had any idea that we were searching for you.  while varric kept you hidden. HAWKE:  i did. CASSANDRA:  and you would have refused, had we found you. HAWKE:  yes.  i spent my life running from the circles.  i wouldn’t let the chantry turn me into its puppet now. CASSANDRA:  the inquisitor is hardly a puppet. HAWKE:  you wanted a figurehead.  and you wanted the rebels to look at me and see a renegade mage working with the chantry, submitted to its laws.  because we both know you didn’t want a hedge mage maleficar. CASSANDRA:  what we wanted was a leader. HAWKE:  then you’re even more foolish than i thought.  surely varric told you the story.  how well did i lead a damned thing in kirkwall? CASSANDRA:  you’ve made your point. HAWKE:  good.

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abanasala‌:

AS THE BARMAID PASSES, meraad orders another drink. better this swill than nothing, he thinks, but only by the narrowest of margins. the chair he lounges in is at least as cheap as the ale, and it creaks beneath his shifting weight, moved to balance pracariously on its two back legs. he smiles. perhaps if he does it enough, faye might eventually learn the gesture by sheer association.

❝  ah. but it would be much more likely that you would only get another one, and then where would we be?  ❞ in the deep roads, presumably, gradually devolving into a mindless ogre. meraad severely doubts that his beauty would be adequately appreciated among the darkspawn.

He’s the picture of languid relaxation, and she can just picture watching the chair’s legs shatter under him; she’d probably laugh.  The thought almost prompts a smile, however dry --- though not quite.  (  keep trying, meraad.  someday you’ll get a grin out of her.  )

“What’s got you so convinced you’d turn?  I’m not heading underground convinced I’m going to turn into a ghoul.”  Or that Carver is.  She would never take him if she thought --------- well.  She knows the dangers, but there’s few other options.  They need the coin, and badly.  She leans back, loose but still coiled.  “I’d say that I’d protect you, but I feel like that goes without saying.”

[lastbled-a]

anyway hawke killed herself trying to be a good person and every time she tried no matter what she did the world spat it back in her face and turned her into a monster and staying in the fade is no different

[lastbled-a]

me thinking abt how hawke literally mutilated herself to be a better protector and how she failed anyway and how hawke literally destroyed herself to be a better person and how the world will remember her as a monster anyway:

[lastbled-a]

‘ when we die , we turn into stories and every time someone tells one of those stories it’s like we’re still here . ’

@valorcorrupt

“You’ll get the good stories, I’m sure.”

Inara, with her flaws and her kindness and her love.  With her strength and her impossible bravery.  Inara, who is too foolish to see in herself half the goodness that Hawke sees in her.  It seems fitting that Inara should be remembered fondly, a hero who saved the world.  The hero who saved Ferelden.

Hawke, though — that seems unlikely.  Hawke, the maleficar who burned Kirkwall.  Who could not save her city, or her family, or her friends.  The mages flock to what she represents, but even they wonder and whisper.  She can’t fault them.  Hawke, who has forgotten how to make use of her mana.  Hawke, who nearly killed Anders.  Hawke.  Hawke will be remembered as a monster by most ——— and that doesn’t make her grieve, but it might if she were capable of feeling anything at all.

“When I die first, keep Orana from tackling anyone who calls me a monster.”  If there is meaning to the when rather than the if, Hawke Faye Hawke says nothing about it.  “You know how she is.”

[lastbled-a]

‘ your fingers are so cold & bruised, but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference. ’ not dorian @ faye i just thought the concept was visceral and i want to you just. drabble about it. if that makes sense.

@bornpariah

She looks at her hand, bruised and badly broken, nearly mangled (  the ogre had wrenched her up by her hand and crushed most of the bones within it  ) and thinks, for the first time in a very long time, of the first time she went into the Deep Roads.  Carver at her heels, always trying to keep from being at her heels.  She thinks of slitting Carver’s throat, I’ll make it quick, and hating the hands that did it.  She thinks of slamming them into Deep Roads walls once, and Merrill and Varric shouting and worrying.  She thinks of slamming them into the stone again and again and again.  Her hands had looked like this, by the time they’d finally gotten out.  Mangled almost beyond repair.

Anders had helped her, then, but it’s the necromancer who hovers over her now, the Vint who she cannot hate but who she cannot love even more.  It’s hard for her, to love anything new.  It doesn’t tend to end well.  His brow is furrowed, frustrated with more than for her, but not entirely without care.

“That was foolish, Hawke.”

“Your warrior was down.  I’m the strongest that was left.”

He lets out a quiet string of curses.

“We both know that you weren’t going to take a strike from an ogre and survive it.”

Maybe he doesn’t know that.  He’s still talking, after all.  “If this is all some long - winded suicide attempt —”

He cuts out at the sound of her bark of a laugh.  That would make sense, wouldn’t it?  Hawke, who’s lost everything, exhausted and sick with sadness and something worse, can’t even dream right any more she fucked herself up so bad.  Hawke who wants to die, and who lets the world know that she wants to die.  And she does.  She does.

But that isn’t why she put herself between the ogre and the Vint.

The world is ugly, and cruel, and has never once rewarded her for being good.  Every time she has tried to save anything, it has spat it back in her face.  Every fist she has ever broken to protect another creature or another hope has met her force and shattered it.  She gazes down at her hand and wonders why she keeps trying.  It never matters.

He lets out a frustrated noise and attempts to heal her hands.  She pulls them back, the slightly less fucked one drawing over the properly mangled one.  It’s easy, to force the fingers into place; to manipulate the blood within them to set the muscles right.  “Healing magic doesn’t work on me.”

She keeps slamming her fists against the fate that demands she be a monster.  It just breaks her.  But she won’t stop.  Maybe she can’t.

 “Don’t waste your mana.”

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asomniari‌:

She doesn’t believe him, but it hardly surprises him. “I have a lot of practice.” It’s a weak excuse for someone as intuitive as her. “If you don’t trust that I’m able to keep the soldiers off your back, then you’re welcome to try me and see for yourself.” He had more to hide than where he learned his magic, and he was intent on keeping it that way. “It’s up to you.”

“It’s not lack of skill that I suspect,” she says, though they both know that.  It isn’t in Hawke’s nature to pry; that requires both curiosity and will, and she has precious little of either.  She merely hopes he understands her threat.  “So long as you use your skill for good and don’t cross anyone,” the monster says, voice low, “I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it?”

[lastbled-a]

hawke’s connection to the fade is so threadbare that spirits that attempt to approach her are almost inevitably corrupted into demons.

[spctlessminds]

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

[lastbled-a]

abanasala‌:

THE DEEP ROADS? oh, she has to be kidding. meraad knows what happens to qunari with the blight  ──  at least, he knows the rumours  ──  and it would so be a tragic waste for a face such as this to be lost to an ogre’s. 

that is, of course, if hawke’s little band of misfits don’t mercy-kill him, first.

❝  you know i would for you, my dear,  ❞ alright, great start, ❝  but my gut tells me bringing a giant with horns to small enclosed tunnels is, perhaps, not such a good idea.  ❞ completely fucked the landing. what else is new? ❝  i would probably only have to hit my head once and, wham!   ❞ he lifts his hands, taloned fingers splayed. ❝  cave-in!  ❞

Can’t say she faults him for his hesitance ------ the first time Hawke had even seen Darkspawn it had begun when they destroyed her village and ended when they KILLED HER SISTER.  (  though she helped with that.  )  She won’t pretend she’s eager to subject either herself or her brother to the Darkspawn again.

What she wants rarely matters any more, of course.

“You could have just said no,” she says, voice dry and brow raising, though the expression isn’t sincere enough to indicate true offense at his words.  He’s dramatic (  and flirtatious, if shitty at it  ) by nature, and she isn’t yet so broken that she can’t appreciate it.  “There goes my chance at lessening the size difference between our exploring team and an ogre.”

[lastbled-a]

maegick‌:

          ❝  here .  ❞     to  call  it  a  gift  would  be  to   soften   it ,   make  it  into  something   soft   and   sweet   and  something  neither  of  them  are  prone  toward .   s t i l l ,   jesamyne’s  fingers  brush  the  inside  of  faye’s  palm  with  a   suggestion   of  a  suggestion  as  she  drops  the  chain  into  her  hand .   IT’S  SIMPLY  A  CHAIN ,   no  pendant ,   not  exactly  beautiful .   that  isn’t  faye’s  style  anyway ,   or  so  she’d  assumed .  eyes  drift  about  the  estate  with  boredom  before   the  lady  of  darktown   turns ,   hands  finding  purchase  on  her  hips .   the  corner  of  her  lips  curve .   ❝  don’t  worry ,   i  didn’t  curse  it .  ❞   yet .

            ❝  the  metal’s  lyrium  infused  and  it’s  got  a  bit  of   healing   thrown  in  for  good  measure .   well ,  ❞   jes  makes  a  face ,   flip  flopping  a  hand .   ❝  it  sucks  the  life  from  those  who  intend  to  do  you  harm ,   so ?   same  difference ,   i  suppose .  ❞   

@lastbled .

Faye isn’t foolish ------ for all that she is neither soft nor romantic, she is not blind to either softness nor romance, or the suggestion of either.  She takes the chain within her palm, allows her fingers to brush against Jesamyne’s when she pulls away despite knowing that it’s foolish.  The necklace is efficient.  Clean.  Unobtrusive but useful.  Like it was made for her --- and it was, she supposes.  Something about that makes her stomach twist.  When had she last been...given a gift?

Mother and Brother hadn’t wanted to give her anything for her birthdays --- sister killers don’t get parties --- and Wintersend and its ilk had gone by the wayside.  This feels stranger, but... “--- Thank you.”  It’s flat but those familiar with her might note that it is not, as it often is, unfeeling.  She wishes she had something in return.  “I’ll take good care of it.”

[lastbled-a]

‘ i seldom am well behaved . ’

@abanasala

“As I’ve learned,” she says, chuckling quietly beneath her breath.  Her head rests upon her palm so that she can get a better look at him, though she’s made no move to lift her body otherwise.  The bed is comfortable and he’s warm, after all.  No need to rush out of bed, even if it is well into morning.  One of those rare smiles crosses Hawke’s mouth (  cherish them — they’ll be fleeing soon  ) as she runs her long fingers through her hair — “I’d say you need to be punished, but that sounds like it ought to come from Isabela, doesn’t it?”

She pushes herself a little higher; still not standing or sitting up, but her palms and lower arms press against the cheap bed’s surface so that her eyeline goes slightly higher.

“I’m surprised she didn’t burst in on us.  Another reason I need to get out of my Uncle’s home — too many people I know live in this damned bar for me to having sex here.”  

[lastbled-a]

fun fact:  if faye hadn’t become addicted to blood magic and thus severely cut off her connection to the fade she’d probably be undoubtedly worse and even less stable by the end of the game because kirkwall is an eldritch location and anyone with unfiltered connection 2 the fade is Fucked within its wall

[lastbled-a]

hawke would benefit enormously from not being in control for once but u have to be level 900000 partner 2 actually get her to do that in an capacity, sexual or otherwise, so good fucking luck scrubs

[lastbled-a]

❝ at this point, the headache i’m developing is preferable to the templar order. ❞

dragon age generator sentences.  /  accepting.  /  @skysaved

“There’s very little that ISN’T preferable to the Templar Order, Inquisitor.”  SHE DESPISES them with a fervor matched by little else (  she hates slavers and herself more, but that is it  ) --- suffice to say she is as close as the shell / remnant / result can get to pleased that the Inquisitor shares her sentiment.

Still.  The humor isn’t lost on her, for all that she’s lost the ability to take part.  “That’s why we kill them.”