Shower thoughts on the relationship between Hawke and Varric. After the events of inquisition and where Hawke had sacrificed themself:
'look after them for me...' Hawke had said as he faced the nightmare. No warning of his departure other than that open ended statement. Hawke never really said goodbye. That wasn't something that Hawke did and Varric knew that.
Hawke was always diving head first into things, that was just his nature and Varric hadn't expected anything other than the self-sacrificial actions. But in the moment Varric's heart had dropped as he watched his best friend charge at the beast.
That was Hawke... The untamed nature and the sturdy facade made by the grief of all they had been through together.
He'd hoped that Hawke wouldn't have to do this shit anymore. He deserved peace, he deserved to live after everything...
Varric's heart was heavier after the defeat of Corypheus for his second time,
He'd gone back to Kirkwall.
Despite the usual bustle of the port and the fact this place had been his home all his life, it all felt like a place he hadn't been before.
It felt empty and strange as he walked from the docks. He'd stop at the monument that had been made to honour Hawke.
Where the two had once stood and made jokes about its imposing nature, now felt imposing in another way.
Hawke wasn't here anymore and he wouldn't be coming back.
Varric stood there, stone faced and weighed by abyssal grief, critiquing the structure for its ill cast features.
Hawke's jaw wasn't that sharp. He had a softer face than what the artisans had made.
But he couldn't fix that.
It was an image of his closest friend and he's fine seeing him honoured. And especially now that the world was once again not at threat of being taken over by a red lyrium crazed tyrant.
Not that anyone would know what they had truly faced and the sacrifice Hawke had made.
He'd suppose that was simply the nature of all things with grand impact.
Varric sighed. He moved on. He needed to get his bearings before he talked to Bethany and Gamlen... And to send letters to all their former companions. He'd do right by Hawke and look after everyone. Especially Bethany, she was the last of the Hawkes.
Haunted like the creaking wood in a long abandoned house.
Empty, too much dust.
The furniture is long past plush.
With wind it seems to breath and the floor is covered in leaves.
But there's nothing there other than a life once shared.
Unattended.
The fireplace is now home to charcoal and stoked with a broken dream.
On the walls hang pictures that embody the ghosts.
Or perhaps those are mirrors reflecting this abodes' long dead host.
gummygunk
andulkaphoto
titsay
blakekathryn
prguitarman
annaxmalina
turnnoffyourmind
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