✋ she's got big hands
hold my god damn hand morty | accepting.
THEIR DAY HAD TRIED THEM TIME AND TIME AGAIN. trudged out in the wilds of the exalted plains, it had actually been cassandra’s idea to stop for camp. rounds of rising dead and hounding demons could do so much to a human body, sturdy as it was; while the others worked on setting out their bedrolls, hawke had chosen to instead saunter after cassandra, seemingly unseen.
she found her out by a drying creek that’d been long lost in a mountain of broken branches. even in solitude, she remained stiff, shoulders pulled, legs together, back straight ------ hawke pondered if she’d ever relaxed a day in her life.
as not to startle her, hawke made sure to purposely step on a twig and make her presence known before approaching. cassandra whirled her head back as expected, and it was then that hawke saw what she’d been so focused on: a roll of gauze on her lap, most of it already wrapped expertly around her hand. hawke frowned, but perched herself on a small rock beside her nonetheless.
❛ rough day? ❜ she quipped, reaching idly across their laps to study one of cassandra’s bare hands. a rare sight, indeed, as she’d usually been so careful to keep them gloved; perhaps the reason her marooned knuckles seem to stand out so brightly against the rest of her sunkissed skin. ❛ oooo, seeker. so brutish. just like your sparkling personality, ❜ hawke commented, lining the long lengths of cassandra’s fingers against her own. brazed by fire, no doubt -------- something odd that she didn’t think they’d share.
her mouth contorted to the side, considering something as she allowed the seeker back her appendages. she opted to instead reach into the small pouch clipped to her belt, her free hand lightly cupping the rounded edge of cassandra’s strong chin.
❛ here, put this under your tongue. it’ll help the pain. also, i never say this, but don’t swallow. lest you want your esophagus to be burned right out of that pretty little neck. ❜
