So this is my second follow forever on this account, but I
really feel like the best way to show my appreciation for the 200 followers milestone is to tell you all how much I love you all!
So here's the deal. Bolded blogs are my faves, people I adore,or otherwise consider friends. I love everyone on this list
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Hawke is that type of sis who smooches her baby brother in public just to embarrass him
"Maybe you have way too many last minute decisions. You need to slow down Hawke… we all do."
He shrugged, almost as if he was ready to ignore his own advice. To be fair he more than likely will, when the soothing fog of the alcohol ceases to calm his mind, he will return to the Anders who’s always worried about the next second and can never really plan as his career can call him away at any second. Tonight the treacherous machine was silent, he was not on call and hopefully, no horrible accident will call him away.
He laughed, actually laughed at Marian’s remark about his parallel universe theory, slightly leaning back to look at her back nonchalantly.
"Are you owed? Really? To me it seems you already have them."
Somewhere within him sober Rick cringed at that.
Wow… good job genius…
Probably better to slide over that.
"I’m not talking about next minute, or even in the next few years, but I think Ser Pounce would have no problem with that. There are couches in the countryside too. Not to mention he might actually experience mother nature in the form of a lush garden."
He let his legs fall off the edge, creating a small splash and a completely feminine shriek.
"Bloody hell! That’s cold!"
His mind slowly wandered back to Marian’s words as he dangled his legs in the water, getting used to the temperature.
"Tonight??? I’m definitely not moving tonight! I would need to pick a house at least for heaven’s sake, woman!” he chuckled.
The blue eyes slid away. Well, that wasn’t what she’d meant. No sense correcting Rick now though. Better to ridicule him for shrieking like a girl having his pigtails pulled or saying something else typically ‘Hawke’.
Stick to the routine.
"Is it cold? I hadn’t noticed," she started blandly, returning the conversation to the water churning at their calves. Marian reached for a joke - any joke - to keep moving but found herself having to stretch farther than usual. "Maybe all that time indoors has made you overly sensitive," Come on, Marian. "Like a cave creature. With a stethoscope."
Oh, sod it.
On impulse, she set the wine down with a thunk and got to her feet, already shedding her jacket. When her dress puddled at her toes she didn’t have to turn around to check Rick’s expression. She knew the one quite well. Sort of the face most people make when they take a bite of a habanero or realize they’ve left the tap running at home.
"It’s my job to fly first into harsh conditions, right?" Without waiting for his response, Hawke leapt over the edge of the dock and into the lake with a splash. Beneath the water, the noise level soared in a way the pilot found comforting. That same rushing in her ears she heard in during takeoff. Swimming wasn’t that different from flying, really. That sense of suspension; of being held up by something bigger than you.
Eventually Marian broke the surface. “Hmmm~ I’d say there’s a storm system coming in from the south,” she noted, paddling over to Rick with her chin skimming the water and her eyes on his ankles. Anyone who’d ever seen one of those reality programs about crocodiles would have been running for the hills. ”Expect wet conditions.”
“It’s the King’s Army,” Marian sighed, taking a moment to wick the sweat from her brow as the noonday sun beat down upon their backs: sore from shoveling a new trench for the privies. “What did you expect? His Royal Highness to show up and offer to pitch in?”
"He’s probably in that purple tent of his eating bonbons."
"Your friends? Is there someone behind me?" Hawke looked over one shoulder, then the other, then back to Bo with a lopsided grin. It was already hard enough to take him seriously with the decorations festooned on his hat twinkling in the light. Now he was just opening himself up for teasing.
"You sure you are droaring runk? Maybe lotally toaded?”
//so i had to move out of my rental and my laptop.
mom is loving me calling her ‘roomie’ about as much as i love using my old Acer Aspire Netbook but hey i can type without hundred year lag again
The only answer from the mage was a very uncomfortable moan and a shake of his head.
Things seemed to have turned for the better after Anders has given up on all hope, when Marian had found him. Maybe they could get back just a small amount of time together, maybe he will say the things he never dared, maybe they will stumble upon a cure… or cures. He was literally out of the woods, and hopefully onto something greater.
But right now, everything seemed horrible and the only thing he wanted was just to get off this sodding ship. Things were moving around and so was his stomach. He wasn’t overweight to begin with, but right now he was fairly certain that he got everything out of himself he ever ate… and his organs were next.
"Hawke… please… don’t even… mention… food… right now…"
"Not even cake?" she chided, sitting down next to him on the sagging mattress. She set the tray aside, careful not to spill any of the precious concoction the ship’s cook had made special.
'Give it t'all the new lads. It'll stop the chunder, rightly enough,' he’d said, wagging a meaty finger at her. 'Just make sure 'e keeps it down.'
Now, Anders’ forehead was sleek with sweat, the moan he gave twisting Hawke’s insides in their own right. How did he even deal with her injuries all those years? The arrows, the broken bones, the bites, the chasm the Arishok had left…
She brushed the limp golden strands off his brow with a sigh. “You’re a mess.”
Gently, very gently, Hawke slid her hands beneath Anders’ shoulders to help him sit up (still light as a feather). After that, she reached for the cup of still-warm liquid that was green as grass stains in high summer. “Drink. I’m told it will make you feel better,” she instructed, holding the cup just shy of his lips in her crooked fingers; proof she was no healer. “It can’t be any worse than darkspawn blood, right?”
☣Ɲєωт ƓєιѕzƖєя☣: the Hawkes and their hawking ahah
☣Ɲєωт ƓєιѕzƖєя☣: I bet Malcolm would find it amusing
Rune: i bet he’s right into it
☣Ɲєωт ƓєιѕzƖєя☣: like oh yeah we’re Hawkes, our sigil is a hawk
we will go hawking BI
Rune: don’t like it you can hawk off BT
☣Ɲєωт ƓєιѕzƖєя☣: omfg