Hawke wasn’t expecting Cullen to agree. Even though he knew he made good sense, more so than usual anyway, the former templar and the mage never really saw eye to eye. And even with all of that, Hawke would never expect Cullen to simply say ‘well, all right Hawke you can certainly take my bed for the night’. So when he heard that, he did have to take a soft double take.
“I’m assuming that means you never sleep in your own bed, which… probably means you have a special someone hanging around the keep. Should not be surprising, however you could have mentioned that before I spent so much time shamelessly putting myself out there,” he said with a soft and sarcastic huff, not as annoyed as he was trying to piece the entire situation together. After all, Cullen couldn’t be that naive to not take a hint at this point, could he?
“A rather large hole in the ceiling, I wouldn’t think you would want a place that might actually be comfortable,” he added with a tiny sigh, closing the rest of the space between the two of them. And when it seemed as though Cullen might not be in a head space to fight him, Hawke snuck a hand under the warrior’s coat flappy… thing (what WAS this outfit he had now? the fur looked very fluffy and had Hawke rather interested in how that would feel on it’s own in a non-snowball-fight kind of capacity) and shoved the snowball down the back of the man’s pants. Oops.
Hawkes flirtations and meanings are not missed. Cullen
isn’t as dense as everyone might believe, but there are
times to respond to such things and right now, in such
an open space where eyes wander and gossip is born,
he chooses to ignore it. If that makes him seem daft,
then so be it.
But then, allowing Hawke to stay with him…. There
would be rumours anyway, wouldn’t there?
”Unless endless amounts of paperwork count, then no,
there is no one.” He glances at the Champion and for
just a moment, his gaze lingers upon Garretts face,
trailing over undeniably handsome features.
”I could get it repaired, but the resources are better
spent elsewhere, on more important areas of the keep.
I can endure a little cold.” As irritable as it might make
him from time to time. Too late does he realise that
Hawke he stepped a little closer once more, only to
shove a handful of snow down his clothing.
Cullen yelps, attempting to arch away from the snow
and, accidentally, into the other man. “Hawke! Was
that really necessary?!”
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