#itsahawkething

[serasbeesandarrows]

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Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.         

- She likes stars, but looking at them fro too long weirds her out

[secretsandhushedwhispers]

Repressed || Closed

@itsahawkething booped for a starter!

“I don’t mean to press or anything but... what’s your opinion on Templars? It must be awful wandering Skyhold with them at every corner.” Eon knew it was awful for him. He was just curious to see if others were the same.

[verrcter1]

@itsahawkething Roam sighed softly before smiling to Hawke, "Well, I visited the Winter Palace; uncovered that all of the higher ups are corrupt and now are bound to work together." She said, pausing for a moment before rolling her eyes. "I hate politics. Honestly I just hope I made the right call..." all of Thedas had been practically at her gasp, and what if she'd just set it up for failure? The comment about Dorian made the Inquisitor smile once more, "Don't tell him that, either he'll be appalled 'at the notion' or it'll just make his head bigger." She teased, leaning over the balcony to overlook Skyhold. Judging by the scent of burning vegetables and the subtle buzzing, her spirit friend was at it once more. "Naw, but really: he's a good man." There was another long pause, then the elf spoke up once again. "Hey, something troubling you?" She could see it in the other woman's expression, something was most certainly off...

[serasbeesandarrows]

💓- A memory about their friends

Peer into my muse’s memories// Accepting

@itsahawkething

Of course her favorite memory of her friends took place in the tavern. She flitted from table to table, cracking jokes. Inky laughed, as well as Varric and some of the others, as they traded funny stories and ideas. Bull tried to convince her to let him toss her at their enimes and Krem not-so-subtly was checking out Maryden’s...songs. From his chair. That he was standing on.

She doesn’t really remember anything specific about that night, except the feeling of home.

It struck her after the fact that she’d never felt that content before. Thinking back on that night and her friends gives her the stength to defend it. With bees, if need be.

[silvertonguecunningwit-a-blog]

[ @itsahawkething from X]

He could deal with the pacing, with the bouncing leg, and her genuine inability to sit still. It was Hawke, that was kind of her thing. What he couldn’t deal with was the endless jumble of whatever was running through her head. “Would you relax for a second?” He asked, patting the seat beside him with a smile. “Stop thinking. Just for a second, shit’ll work out. Always does.”

[desire-spirit]

Charming the Champion

(Inspired by: https://desire-spirit.tumblr.com/post/158754357970/queerly-it-is-hawke-being-tormented-by-desire) @itsahawkething Desire wandered the fade often, looking for mortals in dreams to tempt. This time, however, they came across something that they had not seen before. A human, physically in the fade. The human was exhausted, had little hope left, a large longing for something, and the demon could easily sense the things that the human wanted most. They changed their form to that of a man that the human knew, a mage with golden hair and a feathered coat. They took on the mages voice and went up behind the stranded human... "Hawke?"

[finedwarvencadash-blog]

Cont From X == @itsahawkething

“Something about killing flowers and not appreciating their beauty on the ground. Blah blah blah.” She held her hand in a mocking mouth chatting gesture and then put more flowers in her beard.

“Mmm.” Asenath lifted her head at the question of the flower location. She let her big brown eyes dart around the giant garden and the different nooks and over hanging bushes and vines that surrounded it. “There is a small cobble path not that far off in the back. It leads to a little private garden.” She said and realized she probably shouldn’t have been there. But she was a rogue. That was just her nature to go where she wasn’t supposed to.

“You want to go see it?” She asked with a bright smile on her face. “It’s got a very neat fountain?”

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

itsahawkething:

Hawke stood there for a moment before sighing. ❝Alright. You haven’t given me a reason to not trust you so be my guest.❞ She said with a small shrug. ❝Maker please don’t make me regret this.❞ The mage said quietly to herself.

***

Three days later Farris appeared at the Hawke Estate doorstep with a mysterious bag in her hand. “Before I give it to you, I must warn you - be careful with it.”

Her hands dug in the bag and she pulled out the bunny. Alive and well. It’s nose wiggled at Hawke curiously.