@keywields
“& here I thought I was young when everyone looked to me to save everyone.”
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@heshields
“I should have died instead of him.”
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i’ma do these today! last chance to get a cute lil one liner...& now i have icons!
like this post for a one liner! i’m iconless and nakey but that shouldn’t matter i hope.
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COLIN O'DONOGHUE is gonna be my fc for hawke. i have decided. brb makin’ icons uwu.
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like this post for a one liner! i’m iconless and nakey but that shouldn’t matter i hope.
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they are a fragment—a lost soul terrified of death
18+ only & highly selective
penned by cain
revamped 4-12-2020
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they are a fragment—a lost soul terrified of death
18+ only & highly selective
penned by cain
revamped 4-12-2020
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Hawke has bad arthritis and it's only gonna get worse. Dude is gonna wind up using mobility aids that double as weapons because he's practical. He's doing all right during Inquisition, but by the time he's in his late 40s he's gonna start needing them.
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they are a fragment—a lost soul terrified of death
18+ only & highly selective
penned by cain
revamped 4-12-2020
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if anyone is curious as to the dai companion oc i’m making check out @allwisemenweep...i’m revamping an old companion oc! their about is up! i’m making icons for them currently but if anyone is interested in interacting i could definitely go iconless for a while.
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thinking of revamping @allwisemenweep. i don’t have my solas anymore, which is sad because that dynamic was super fun, but i’d like to make valdra into a companion character that isn’t reliant on hawke existing.
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victoryrite:
“ i do not know why you still persist in calling me such a thing, ” fenris mumbles, and were hawke anyone else, it would be a complaint, but when hawke says such things, fenris finds a warm feeling settles in his stomach – a feeling he’s never been able to find with anyone else, a feeling he doesn’t care to find with anyone else.
he lets out a pleased sigh as hawke nuzzles his sensitive neck and continues speaking. “ i should hope i’m the only one – i don’t feel particularly inclined to share you, after all. ”
and then teeth meet his throat, and fenris has to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle what would be a particularly embarrassing sound. “ h - hawke, at least take me somewhere private before you tease me. ” the idea of not just having a last name but having hawke’s last name . . . it is very pleasing to him. the idea of belonging, of a family, with hawke, who he trusts completely, but . . . “ i would like that, but if i am to be a hawke, i ought to start calling you garrett more, hm ? ”
“Because you are beautiful—precious, lovely, wonderful.” Hawke nuzzles Fenris’ neck again and smiles warmly. “You are so many things. I love you with all my heart. If only I had half the mind to show you as I should have.” Hawke feels whole when he is with Fenris. Whole, loved, appreciated. And not as the Champion of Kirkwall, or the Viscount, but as Garrett.
“I am yours.” Hawke is breathless as he presses another kiss to Fenris’ throat. He drags his teeth along his pulse line once more, teasing. “You would never have to share. You are the only man I want.” Hawke’s chuckle is deep and low as he pulls Fenris into a tight hug. “You want to go somewhere private?” There’s an edge of excitement to his tone. He hasn’t been intimate since they last parted. It would be nice...to have that closeness again.
“I would love nothing more.” Garrett sighs softly and relinquishes his hold, only to take Fenris’ hands in his own. “People don’t call me that anymore, you know? You’re the only one. It’s...nice to hear. Especially from you.”
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victoryrite:
“ this requires the perfect partner. would you be mine ? ” / @slayrite ❤’d
“I am always yours.” Hawke smiles, gently takes Fenris’ hands and kisses his knuckles. “I will follow you wherever you may go, my darling. You are my whole heart, my world, and I will never go astray again.”
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sorry for not being active lmao i have Depression with a capital d. i’ll try to be a bit more active, but i have a ton of school stuff to catch up on so oop.
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Heya new followers! I'd love to plot with y'all. Like this post and I'll slide into your dms for plotting!
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lathsuledin:
@slayrite
it had been a close call. swift feet had rushed to stand behind the other man — Lathas’s body charged with MAGIC, & he roared against the demon facing him. it was the final creature to be killed, & it had stood the longest for a reason ; unwilling to perish. Lathas breathed rapidly, he watched the creature attack the two mercilessly, narrowly missing Hawke as a result of to Lethas’s agile support.
❛ Hawke ! ❜ Lathas glanced over his shoulder. ❛ over here — ❜
Hawke is most powerful when he is near death—now is not an exception to that rule. Blood pours from his wounds and his eyes glow a brilliant red as he turns to look at Lathas—he nearly strikes the other, close to mistaking him for another enemy rather than a friend. “Lathas.” His voice is hoarse and gravely from ill use. The Champion of Kirkwall hasn’t seen reason to speak most days. Bloodied mouth quirks into a jagged toothed smile. “I’ve always appreciated when a man can put his body & his mind to good use.”
Hawke lunges forward with speed unmatched. It’s time to get close & personal. Mouth opens impossibly wide as he takes a bite out of the demon and devours its flesh. His wounds hiss and sing—this will heal him for a price. The demon is staggering, open for attack from the rift mage should he wish to. Hawke has left him with the perfect opening.
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fenris hasn’t missed the staring – because he’s also done his fair share of staring. fenris is not blind; he’d be a fool not to notice hawke, and fenris may be many things – but the only fool he is is a fool in love. fenris knows he is not much of a prize, though. he is a bit damaged, and a bit . . . afraid to be with someone, afraid to be rejected. so he doesn’t tell hawke.
the other thing he doesn’t tell hawke – when he’s home, when he’s alone, he works on new creations. he takes a great deal of pride in it – he doesn’t read too terribly well, doesn’t do the business side of things too terribly well, but when he comes in and has a new recipe that impresses everyone he feels as though he contributes. he’s in the middle of one of these experiments when there’s a knock on the door. he’s not expecting anyone – he figures it’s just some door - to - door salesman he’ll shoo away.
he answers the door, flour dusting his face and his clothes, a bandana pushing his hair out of his face. “ hawke ? ” he’s . . . not dressed appropriately for a business meeting . . . or even a casual meeting. his top is oversized and falling off his shoulder and he’s only wearing boxers underneath – it’s laundry day. “ i – wasn’t expecting you to come by today. ”
When Fenris answers the door the first thing Hawke does is blush. He’s wearing his shirt and appears to be not wearing even boxers? Gods above, Hawke is in heaven, and he knows very well he should avert his eyes and be polite—but Fenris looks fantastic and he cannot help the swell of pride he feels when Fenris wears Garrett’s clothes. “Fenris—I was wondering where that shirt went. . .” He pauses, flusters a little. “You can keep it, of course. You look—heavenly, really.”
He’s going to damn the fact that his body is certainly reacting to what he sees. Heat pools in his stomach and an electric current runs down his spine. It’s not fair for Fenris to look this damn good in almost nothing. “I, ah, got you something.” When they had gone on vacation together, Fenris running off had been awkward at best and damning at worst. Even so, Hawke still wants to try, still wants to give him a chance—erection or not he’s still going to give Fenris the flowers—and then hopefully retreat and take a cold, cold shower.
Hawke reveals the asters with a flourish. “Flowers. I. . .don’t know if you like flowers, but.” He pauses. Swallows thickly. “I mean—you could just throw them out if you don’t like them but—here.” He holds them out for Fenris to take and hopes beyond hope that Fenris doesn’t notice that Hawke’s ‘little friend’ is standing at attention.
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