#or considering he seems well-off like he was well-off anyway he might ahve owned a boat and named it after his wife

[circusroyal]

he really has an interest in boats too , huh ?

[ahvarchive]

im gay and love writing banter and also romance so have som varr / ahv romance banter:

varric:  i know this is a radical suggestion, but have you considered just... talking to her? blackwall:  no.  never occurred to me.  end of story. (  if varric and the inquisitor are already together.  ) blackwall:  besides.  i seem to recall she had to do most of the talking for you, anyway. varric:  tough but fair. (  if varric and the inquisitor are just flirtin’  ) blackwall:  you might take your own advice, you know. varric:  please.  everyone knows the rogue sidekick doesn’t get a love interest.  the brave knight, on the other hand? blackwall:  ugh.

blackwall:  so, varric.  i’ve heard some exciting rumors lately. varric:  i’m guessing these rumors are about me? blackwall:  you’re half the rumor, yes. varric:  hate to put a damper on a great story but, no, me and chuckles haven’t decided to to form a traveling duo. blackwall:  well, that wasn’t the rumor, but somehow i wish it was. varric:  i tried so hard to convince him, too.

varric:  you have to know that it gets back to me when you start asking around about my business, sparkler. dorian:  just verifying gossip. varric:  you could just ask her.  it’s not like she’s going to lie to you about it. dorian:  while it’s true that the inquisitor has wondrous taste and thus counts me as a friend to confide in, it ruins all the fun if i just ask. dorian:  also, if i asked her and she told me that the rumors were true, she would probably be angry at me for wanting to hit you. varric:  ah.  there is that.

dorian:  so what's your estimation, varric?  think we could win? varric:  you aren't asking me to give odds on our beloved inquisitor's success! dorian:  what would that look like?  three to one? (  laughs.  ) varric:  in her favor? dorian:  after corypheus pulled an archdemon out of his arse, are you joking? dorian:  what about you, inquisitor?  what do you think the odds are? ahvir:  huh?  what?  ir abelas, i got distracted on ‘beloved.’ dorian:  i think i just threw up in my mouth a little. ahvir:  also?  i’ll take three to one. varric:  this is why i love you.

sera:  so, the inky likes desks now, does she? varric:  maker, i hate this so much. sera:  i heard josie finally convinced you to get your own office.  for the best, probably.  keep knocking all the little pieces off the war table and cully’ll throw a fit. sera:  guess the war table is better than your little table right out front, though.  surprised you haven’t gotten caught. ahvir:  is this your way of asking for a show? sera:  what?  ew!  no!  just gettin’ a kick out of watching varric squirm.  it’s hard to get him to do that. ahvir:  not for all of us. sera: (  a beat of silence, then --- hysterical laughter  )

cassandra:  i have a question for you, varric. varric:  i like that you’re prefacing this like i have a choice about whether or not i answer. cassandra:  i am curious if your --- if you ever --- your stories, they... varric:  seeker, i’ve never heard you stutter!  this must be good. cassandra:  the romance in your stories.  it’s so...real.  i was curious as to if you ever... varric:  ah.  you’re asking if i use my actual relationships as story fodder? varric:  the answer is absolutely yes, but not in the specific instance you’re talking about, no. cassandra:  then the duel... varric:  can you imagine?  me?  with a sword?

varric:  seeker, it actually terrifies me that you think the romance in my stories constitutes as ‘real.’ cassandra:  well, actually, the realism struck me in the most recent chapter.  the one the inquisitor asked you to finish. cassandra:  the way you described him gazing at the knight-captain, especially.  focusing on the details of her freckles and lips. cassandra:  there was more care put into it than in the other chapters. varric:  ------ well, shit. ahvir:  (  pleased giggle.  )

(  after oh, shit.  ) cassandra:  am i to understand your bianca is married? varric:  oh, have we reached the state where we gossip about each other's love lives?  did you hear that boss?  don't worry, i'll tell you whatever she says. ahvir:  i don’t want to talk about bianca.  both of you, stop it. cassandra:  forget i mentioned anything.  it was a simple question. varric:  there was nothing simple about it. varric:  and she’s not my bianca. ahvir:  (  muttering  )  she better not be.

cole:  you're happier now, varric. varric:  really?  shit, i guess you’re right. cole:  too long, too bright, too good.  too good for you.  you made yourself forget about forever. cole:  but forever is just tomorrow, over and over.  tomorrow wanted you, too. varric:  so she did.

(  during oh, shit.  ) cole:  dalliance, dalliance, dalliance.  stuck on the word, repeating, hating it and her and not him. varric:  kid, not right now. cole:  he was waiting for her to come back, wasn’t he?  she talks to him like he’s the only good thing.  what does that make me? varric:  cole. cole:  sorry.

bull:  so, boss, tell me.  does he ever call out the wrong name?  specifically, does he shout a name that starts with ‘b’ and ends with ‘ianca?’ varric:  i’ll have you know that she’s the only one calling bianca’s name between the sheets. ahvir:  it’s true.

vivienne:  varric, i have read some of your stories. varric:  the madame de fer has read my tales?  will wonders never cease. vivienne:  it is because i have read your books that i find myself wondering what future you have in mind for yourself and the inquisitor. vivienne:  your stories end either with the hero dead or suffering alone.  it seems to me that one so aware of the beats of a narrative should know how this ends. varric:  maybe an author is the only one who knows how to keep this shit from going bad.  think about it!  i know the ins and outs of a tragedy, so i know how to keep this from being one. vivienne:  hm.  if you say so, my dear. varric:  and vivienne?  this hero isn’t going to die.

cole comments: cole:  stories to keep it all distant and false.  he promised he’d never love a protagonist. cole:  he dreams less about bianca and more about tomorrow and wonders what that means. (  trespasser.  ) cole:  if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer.  maybe even throw in a heroic death.  but not like this.

sera trespasser journal entries: - viscount and inquisitor.  somethin out of a fairytale.  nobody notices how much more varric’s smiling. - ahvirly hasn’t stopped blushing since she talked to cassandra, and keeps looking at varric all weird.