#gender neutral hawke for maximum enjoyment

[mancentipede]

Anders molts feathers and dirty socks and drafts of his manifesto all the way across Hawke’s estate, in a trail leading to the bedroom. The housestaff never complain but Hawke feels they should offer to clean it theirself, except when it happens they’ve always got an armful of apostate kissing them desperately, or else half asleep and in need of someone to help him out of a unconscionable amount of layers and buckles, and it’s easy to lose track of… everything else. And Anders has so precious little in the way of belongings despite the impossible fullness of his life, the entirety of his worldly possessions held in one chest, easily tucked away in the corner of the bedroom and forgotten. He’s earned the right to a mess. Proof that he existed in a space that was as much his as it was anyone else’s.