#sneaking in more unrequited varrichawke and requited sebhawke

[brother-genitivi]

DA2 Hawke + Companion Banters - Isabela

Hawke: What’s it like to sail on the ocean?

Isabela: It’s less about the ocean and more about the boat. The sea can be violent and hard to navigate, but a good boat will get you where you need to go. Until you sail into a storm.

Hawke: Ah.

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Hawke: I was wondering if you could help me with something, Isabela.

Isabela: Oh? There’s not much I can do about that tension you carry. Unless-

Hawke: Unless you find a magical massaging mallet that won’t break my bones and beat it out of my shoulders?

Isabela: That’s exactly what I was going to say.

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Hawke: I was actually going to ask if there’s anything you can do about seasickness. I can’t handle being on boats. Makes my stomach cave in on itself.

Isabela: Nothing I can do. Sorry!

Hawke: Shame. What about your crew members who got seasick?

Isabela: We’d throw them over the side.

Hawke: Oh.

Isabela: (laughs) Not really. All they needed was a bucket.

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Isabela: You’re very ride or die, Hawke. I like that.

Hawke: You like that, or you like that?

Isabela: Oh, Hawke. Don’t you go falling for me now.

Hawke: Alas, my heart belongs to another. Beautiful, beautiful Kirkwall.

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Hawke: You have beautiful features, Isabela. I’d love to paint you.

Isabela: Are you trying to get me in bed with you? Because it’s working.

Hawke: Oh, no. Just stating a fact.

Isabela: Case in point.

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Hawke: You doing okay?

Isabela: I’m fine. And that’s only thanks to you. I still don’t know how to thank you. I mean, why would you even do that for me?

Hawke: You’re my friend.

Isabela: It’s that simple? I’m a backstabbing, thieving snake, Hawke. I lied to you. And you killed the Arishok for me!

Hawke: You’re my friend. Not a snake. My friend.

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Isabela: Hm. I’ve figured you out, Hawke.

Hawke: Uh oh.

Isabela: You and Sebastian.

Hawke: Uh oh.

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Hawke: You’re the only one who hasn’t brought up my mother yet.

Isabela: Yeah, well… I just figured you’d talk if you want to.

Hawke: Thank you.

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Isabela: The Dwarf is in love with you, you know.

Hawke: Varric has a name, Isabela. And no, he isn’t.

Isabela: Sometimes I think you’re being coy on purpose, but I’ve realised you’re actually just… really blind.

Hawke: I can see just fine!

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Isabela: So your brother is a Grey Warden and you’re the Champion of Kirkwall. Those are big titles.

Hawke: Yeah. I’m not sure whether to be proud of Carver or terrified.

Isabela: A bit of both is healthy. What about yourself?

Hawke: Less proud. Not terrified. Just ‘eh’. I feel that’s the general state of people living in Kirkwall.

Isabela: You can say that again.

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Hawke: Things just get worse and worse. I'm so tired, Isabela. I'm just so tired.

Isabela: (Sigh) I'm going to miss our time together. But this shithole makes you want to leave and never come back.

Hawke: Sounds like you have an escape plan all figured out.

Isabela: Don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind.

Hawke: Oh, it has. But…

Isabela: I know. You just can't stay away. You're the Champion of Kirkwall, but that doesn't mean you have to solve every problem in this city.

Hawke: Someone should.

more banter here