#anders hawke

[lgvalenzuela]

I spent so long making this Hawke family tree for no reason bahaha

And now with everyone who is currently dead!

[djennty]

OC w Anders

[annaiese]

Eyes

Alistair’s eyes reveal every thought he has. The brown lightens when he laughs, goes deep and dark when he's angry. He smiles with his eyes, and you learn to watch them as the days pass. It's the only place you can see his real thoughts, at least until he trusts you enough to share them.

Anders' eyes glow with power and purpose. There's a savage kind of beauty as the color shifts and the lyricism leeches over the gold. You don't know him well enough yet to be terrified, but when you do the sight freezes the blood in your veins. You breathe only when you see the gold come back.

Fenris' eyes are guarded. Always. He has spent so long keeping his thoughts to himself that even his eyes hide them away. His self preservation instincts aren't always fast enough though. You spend a lot of time watching him, and those rare instances of emotion that flicker in the green depths show you more than you thought you'd ever see

Kaidan's eyes are hypnotic. You wouldn't know he was a biotic if you weren't watching, but you see those flickers of blue underneath the gold when you study him. The longer you stand there, the more you see. They glimmer in the simulated light when he laughs, and ice over when someone comes back injured. His eyes are his tell. They give him away everytime.

[annaiese]

Sassy Hawke

I want Hawke being sassy sarcastic grammar police.

"I would drown us both in blood to keep you safe."

"Well then we wouldn’t be safe, we’d be dead. Did you even think this out?"

[annaiese]

How they kiss

So I’m the least artistic person you’ll ever meet (seriously, I can’t even draw a decent stick figure) but you know those adorable little comics that have the nose kisses, cheek kisses, lip kisses, etc.? This is my version (only y’know, not drawn-cause I suck). 

Fluff under the cut.

The entire ball room glows. They enter from opposite sides, meeting in the middle. He takes her hand when they meet, as if they weren’t standing next to each other arguing about the Barkspawn’s need for a bath five minutes ago. When she drops into a curtsy Alistair chuckles, and bows, pressing a kiss lightly to her knuckles. She meets his eyes over their joined hands, seeing his sparkles with humor and affection. Later, when they’re alone, he repeats the gesture, before running kisses up her arm and startling a laugh out of her. When they fall back on the bed, they are still kissing, still laughing.

Blood covered his fingers, his hands,  and most of his forearms. Anders was pretty sure there was some splattered on his face, and he just knows his robes are drenched in the stuff. Hawke lets out a startled shriek as she rushes through the door, the basket she carried forgotten as she searched for the templars. “It’s not mine, I promise.” Unconvinced, Hawke studied the mage, but seeing no wounds she relented. Anders stared at the basket still clutched in her hand curiously, tilting his head in question. When she pulled back the cover to reveal a plate of Orana’s sandwiches and some cookies Anders grinned sheepishly, wiggling still bloody fingers. “I’ll go clean up and we can have lunch.” As he walked past her, Hawke grabbed a part of his coat that wasn’t covered in blood and pulled him down, nuzzling his nose with hers. Anders smile bloomed larger as he walked away.

"I have a gift for you." Fenris studied the brown wrapped parcel suspiciously. Not because he doesn’t trust Hawke,although the woman was often more mischevious then anyone ever gave her credit for, but because no one has ever given him a gift. He’s not entirely sure what to do with it. Hawke watches him expectantly, waiting as he pulls on the twine that holds the paper together. The scarf is bright red against the brown paper and Fenris picks it up, running his fingers over the soft fabric. "It’s a scarf," Hawke explained, "Kirkwall isn’t as cold as Fereldan, but the nights are damp, and you do tend to wander dark alleyways at midnight." Silence. Hawke back pedals quickly, sure she’s made a terrible mistake. "If you don’t want it. I’ll take it back. It’s a nice color and I-" Her tirade is cut off as Fenris presses a kiss to her cheek. "It’s a lovely gift, Hawke. Thank you." He takes to wearing it around his right wrist. 

He isn’t sure when it became a ritual. It just sort of evolved. The last hour of the day, especially now that the war was over and people weren’t actively trying to kill them, was reserved for reports. Kaidan would settle into the couch, data pad and drink in hand. Shepard would follow him in, carrying a stack of files and her own. Wrapping an arm around her, they'd sit, going through their own work. Eventually she'd shift, snuggling into his lap as she sent requisition orders and filed reports. Twenty minutes later, like clockwork, she was out. The first time Kaidan picked her up she woke up with a start. Now she'd murmur sleepily as she nuzzled into his neck. As he settled her on the bed she stretch up pressing a kiss to his lips. When he slipped in behind her, he'd press a kiss to a temple. She could feel his smile.

[annaiese]

Don't Imagine (Take 2)

Don't image your otps having a huge fight. Screaming, accusations, recriminations. Words neither mean shouted at top volume. 

Don't image one storming out and the other watching the door swing angrily shut. Both immediately regretting it, but to hurt to do anything about it. An hour passes, then two, and they both start to worry. They go looking or come home.

Don't imagine the scene when they see each other again, relieved and anxious at the same time. Don't imagine the heartfelt apologies, or the steamy makeup sex against the door.  

[annaiese]

How they watch

Anders watches her with a mixture of awe and trepidation. She's with him the entire time, fighting at his side even though she doesn't agree with his methods. Every single thing he does drags tragedy closer, and she's already lost so much. He sees her dead in his dream, and hates himself. He doesn't know she shares the same nightmare, only in reverse. 

Fenris watches her with a hesitant hope. She's beautiful, talented and fierce. He doesn't understand what she sees in him. He owns nothing, can give her nothing, and the knowledge leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He says 'I am yours' but it's not enough. He doesn't understand that what she wants most is him to believe her when she says it back. 

Kaidan watches her in bewilderment. She risks herself everyday for people she doesn't even know. Covered in bruises, she limps to the medbay, while everyone else is relatively unscathed. He wishes he was strong enough to protect her from everything. He doesn't see her watch him as he treats his own bruises, or that she views them as her failures. 

[pumpkinpassenger-blog]

Writing a cute fic about Nathan and Anders.

Again. -^w^-

Why are you so hard to design Nathan?! I have drawn like five versions of you and I'm still not convinced that that's how you look like.