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Toray Pan Pacific Open 2017, Tokyo

1R Caroline Wozniacki - Shelby Rogers 4-6 6-1 6-4 QF Caroline Wozniacki - 3-6 7-6 (5) 3-1 Cibulkova retired SF Caroline Wozniacki - Garbine Muguruza 6-2 6-0 Final Caroline Wozniacki - Anastasia Pavluchenkova 6-0 7-5

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[hauntics-arch]

@chmpion​

hawke    :    you    trust    your    good    ,    very    close    ,    most    trustworthy    friend    hawke    don’t    you    ?    :) anders    :

[hauntics-arch]

@chmpion​    :    “  yes  it’s  dangerous,  that’s  why  it’ll  be  fun !  ”

         𝑃𝐼𝑁    𝐼𝑇    !    𝑎𝑐.

    𝐻𝐼𝑆    𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑅𝑁    𝐼𝑆    𝐵𝑅𝑈𝑆𝐻𝐸𝐷    𝑂𝐹𝐹    ,    𝐴𝑆    𝐼𝑇    𝐼𝑆    𝑆𝑂    𝑂𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑁    .    but    it    stands    nonetheless    .    he    humors    hawke    with    a    smile    and    shake    of    his    head       ❛        i    hear    you    say    that    and    yet    i    still    doubt    it      ❜         

    his    definition    of    fun    does    not    exactly    include    the    possibility    of    getting    mauled    .    as    it    had    meant    in    the    past    before    .    anders’    open    hands    face    eachother    ,    trying    to    signal    a    disparity        ❛        you’re    the    only    person    i    know    that    puts    fun    and    danger    on    the    same    step      ❜          and    yet    -    those    same    hands    already    reach    for    his    staff    .    of    course    he’ll    tag    along    .    someone    sensible    has    to    .    the    repurposed    branch    snaps    into    its    holster    and    anders    turns    ,    to    face    hawke    once    again    .    as    if    he’s    waiting    for    her    to    hand    out    more    information        ❛        hypothetically    speaking    ;    if    i    was    to    join    you    on    this    little    expidition    .    how    high    are    the    chances    of    us    meeting    our    grim    end    ?    higher    or    lower   than    last    time    ,    when    you    told    me   ‘    it’ll    be    fun    ‘    ?      ❜        

[glorykill-a]

          he   was   often   busy    ,    for   it   was   not   just   battle   and   war   that    made   up   the   inquisitor’s   duties    ━    nobles    ,    treaties    ,   polity...    things   he   often   did   not   care   for    ,    thrust   onto   him   with   little   warning.    hard   to   get   used   to    ,    he   could   hardly   find   the   words   to   say    ━    let   alone   speak   with   the   ‘   refined   ‘   mannerisms   that   they   truly   desired   from   him.    was   it   so   difficult   to   speak    ?    josephine   had   no   problem    ,    but   then   again    ━    she   was   an   ambassador...    her   whole   life   had   been   drenched   in   politics.          i   would   call   it   sad    ,    but   she   does   not   seem   to   mind   it.          any   chance   of   a   possible   reprieve   from   reading   and   signing   the   same    ,    over  -  bloated    ,    perfumed    ,    notices   of   greed   and   desire   of   stature   would   be...    worth   more   than   gold   at   this   point    ━    which   is   why   he   was   so   eager   to   meet   this...   hawke.

          champion   of   kirkwall   is   what   they   called   her    ,    though   he   was   sure   that   the   name   wasn’t   chosen...   a   title   she   didn’t   ask   for    ,   but   one   she   had   to   wear   all   the   same.          hm    ,    sounds   familiar.          one   in   the   same    ,    not   leaders   by   desire    ,   but   out   of   necessity...    a   common   theme    ,    the   people   of   thedas   need   someone   to   look   up   to    ,   to   provide   structure    ━    or   someone   to   put   the   blame   on.    the   anchor   glowed   dim   beneath   his   golden   gauntlet    ,    quick   flex   of   his   fingers   and   wrist   quickly   dissipated   the   dull   ache...    habit   now   second   nature    ,          (    𝚊   𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗    ,    𝚊𝚜   𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑   𝚊𝚜   𝚒𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚊   ‘   𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝   ‘    ,    𝚊𝚜   𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚜   𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍   𝚒𝚝.    𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗    ,    𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚎𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.    )          perhaps   a   reaction   to   someone   of   great   strength   being   present.    rarely   does   he   speak    ,    a   fact   that   varric   must   have   told   hawke   prior   to   her   arrival...    he   possessed   the   ability    ,    he   simply   chose   not   to   do   so.    everyone   knew   better   than   to   ask.    armored   boots   stepped   heavily    ,    wide   gait   as   he   approached   rather   silently.          what   do   you   have   to   say    ,    champion   of   kirkwall    ?

/   /   starter   call    (    open    )    :    @chmpion​

[seahaloed]

♜ : Shoulder rubs || @chmpion​

He feels a thousand miles away... or like he’s sinking into the churning of the Waking Sea somewhere along the shipping lane to Amaranthine. There is a tremor to his hands that he thinks will never leave and time is moving so slowly.

Mae’s voice is dull against his ears before all of a sudden with long monotone ring does sound come back into focus. The rogue reels a moment, clenching his eyes shut tight and his hands follow slowly, flexing a few times. The rowdy patrons of The Man can be heard only to be dulled as he watches Hawke close the heavy wooden door of his suite.

(his hands are no longer bloody, but the wash basin tinged rust is telling.)

Varric cannot recall much of what happened after they had found Bartrand. The smell of viscera and rot lingered as one of the unfortunate memories, but he knows he was bloodier when they left. His shirt is soft and fresh from being washed, Bianca is set with care in her place, and his coat is hung over the back of his writing chair.

Tethras turns his gaze upwards and to Mae finally, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “What did we see—” and he can’t get it out as he sees Bartrand’s face all over again. He can hear his brother ask for mercy, and while he may not have liked Bartrand he did not deserve that fate... what ever that fate was. 

Lost in his thoughts Varric feels the bed dip at his side, and fine fingers resting on his shoulder before it smooths and slides across the width of him to bring him closer. Neither him nor Mae found solace in touch, both reeling from the comfort others might find or give, so his temple falls with hesitance to her shoulder as her hand smooths back across his taut shoulders, her thumb smoothing against his spine before out to his shoulder again. He’s seen those hands wound and kill, but he has never rarely felt safer than he did now with her at his side.

“It’s still missing... who’s next?” Varric wonders, swallowing thick around what ever grief rattled in his chest for Bartrand.

[seahaloed]

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire. || @chmpion​

There’s an affectionate glint to his eyes as he turns his gaze towards Margaret. “Arson, unfortunately, doesn’t fix everything” he sighs with a bit of a dramatic wave of his hand as he moves around his suite.

(it’d make things easier sometimes if it were.)

“If you’re itching to turn something to ash I have a thick stack of Merchant Guild letters that need tending to” he motions slightly to his writing desk, scooting the chair Hawke was currently occupying at his table in a little to get past her and to one of his trunks. He opened the lid, shuffling about the assortment of clothes before he found the second harness for Bianca. The other was looking rough, and he didn’t want to be without during the expedition if his current one broke.

“I ordered some food--” he notes, readjusting his clothes back into their proper places, “Why don’t you call your brother up from the rabble and you two help me finish the meal? I’m not too hungry--” if he’d ordered a double helping well that couldn’t be helped, could it?