#thunderhawke

[selfmedicatingmayor]

@thunderhawke from x

Not a comforting thought. Mael actually really liked Hancock. They hadn’t known each other long, but the elf was a good sort. He swallowed. Fuck it, if anyone was worth outing himself Hancock was.

“Stay with me, mate. I can help. I can- I can heal you.”

He held out his hand, a gentle blue glow held between his fingers. Hancock would survive this. And whether they were still friends after this… well, he would deal with that later.

The elf had made it pretty far on his own, dragging himself well off the road and into the forest before eventually collapsing against a tree. This was not the way he’d expected to spend the morning, his people were all dead or scattered, his town burning, and there wasn’t much hope for himself either, more than one arrow sticking from his back and a gaping wound in his gut that was sure to kill him without magical intervention.

“You..... wha?” Between the pain and the dizziness, Hancock wasn’t sure he’d heard that right, brows furrowing in confusion as he looked down at the other’s hand. Realization crossed his features a moment later. “Fuck, I..... ma serannas, lethallin. My life is yours, I’m in your debt.”

[lcgacyofages-a]

*throws popcorn at Lir’s face* Adala told me to do it

Lir catches the popcorn, raising a single brow at the Champion.

“If Adala told you to jump off a cliff into a darkspawn infested ravine, would you?”

[valorcorrupt]

"I'll let you pet my dog if I can pet yours. This is not an innuendo, I'm just Fereldan."

     “No deal. You can’t pet my dog.”

[secretsandhushedwhispers]

Mael lifted Brutus’s hand to his mouth and kissed his fingers. His other hand ghosted over Brutus’s jaw, soft and reverent and barely touching. He leaned forward, asking permission with his eyes. /Can I kiss you?/

    There was a certain feeling that the gentle touches invoked that Brutus couldn’t describe. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a very long time, but one he longed for. He wanted to tense up but he forced his muscles to relax. Mael was someone he trusted with his life; although they hadn’t known each other for long.

    He leaned into the touches, eyes closing the fully appreciate them. Mael was right in front of him when he opened them again. 

    Without a second thought, Brutus leaned forwards so their lips would meet. It was the most delicate kiss he ever did. And he would savor it.

[selfmedicatingmayor]

@thunderhawke from x

Mael leaned his head on his knees, curled up against the cold with Bear tucked into his side. He didn’t have it in him to look Hancock in the eyes. Mother said it made him look guilty when he didn’t look people in the face, but all he was guilty of was being tired. Tired of going through the motions, of pretending that the things others did without thinking came just as naturally to him. Too tired even to sleep. Part of him wanted to be alone, but a larger part of him wanted a hug that lasted a century. Neither was particularly feasible.

“Hell of a night, Hancock,” he slurred exhaustively. Words were hard.

The elf was right there with him, propped up against a rock with his arms wrapped around his middle, looking nearly as exhausted and shell-shocked as he felt. Fortunately, he wasn’t in the mood for much of anything either, eyes on the ground in front of him, unfocused and sad.

“That’s putting it lightly.” He mumbled softly. “Thank you..... for saving me.”

[selfmedicatingmayor]

It was a spur of the moment thing. Hawke couldn't really explain why he did it, other than a sudden surge of affection that overtook him looking at Hancock. He leaned down and kissed him. Just once, closed-mouth and soft. Then, realizing what he just did, he pulled away, his face rapidly growing red.

The kiss caught him off guard, a surprised look crossing the elf’s face as he felt Mael’s lips on his. Just as quickly, they were gone and Hancock was left slightly stunned, blinking in surprise as he processed what had just happened.

Slowly, a smile spread across his face and he leaned in, taking the other’s face in his hands as he pressed another kiss to his lips, slower this time but just as soft and sweet. When he pulled away, the smile returned and he sat back, letting his hands fall away from the other man’s face. “I’m definitely not complaining, but what did I do to deserve that?”

[valorcorrupt]

‘  whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect this demon.  ’

     “Interesting take,” Inara grants, though she’s somewhat confused by the fact that it’s the demon’s stance on racial sensitivity that seems to be the issue here, and not its relentless, passionate assault on the rock behind which they are hiding with very, very hot fire that is making things very much uncomfortable back there. 

     “Well. Maybe we can give it a stern talking to, once we find a way to you know. Not melt and die. If you have any thoughts on that, by the way, boy am I listening.”

[goldenvelleityarchive-blog]

@thunderhawke || cont. from x 

     “Hmmh... yes. And then, when they have to gain something... be it only prestige... all of a sudden, they always believed in you. Indeed, in their hearts, they supported you from the moment you stepped unto the scene... and let me guess... the moment you need them... they never even heard your name.” 

     This was the fate that awaited her, there was no point in having any illusions about it. The moment she was no longer needed... the moment Corypheus was gone and the last rift closed...  they would fall upon her like famished wolves. Until then... Indeed, what was one advised to do in such a delicate, bleak situation?

    “thank you for the advice... I suppose.” Though she could not say that she had anything in common with the people some considered her ‘companions’.