#this is from ye olde blog....im gonna be reblogging / reposting some of my old hcs over the course of the next few days

[lastbled]

banter ---

COLE:  stay.  please. HAWKE: are you speaking to me? COLE: i’m not.  he wishes he could. HAWKE: i don’t follow. COLE: tears can crack stone.  it’s just slow. HAWKE: ah. HAWKE: he’s stronger than that. COLE: he thinks he has to be.

VIVIENNE: champion — HAWKE: don’t. VIVIENNE: hawke, then. HAWKE: it’s not the name i take issue with.  it’s you. VIVIENNE: i suppose i should not have expected civility from one like you. HAWKE: you’re right

VARRIC: how many does that make for you, hawke? HAWKE: only one of us keeps track of how many people we kill, varric. VARRIC: i was talking about times the seeker’s glared at you, not kills. HAWKE: ah. HAWKE:  twenty - two.  that’s only counting today. if present —— CASSANDRA: i was not — HAWKE: twenty - three.

SERA:  so you — you’re a blood mage, yeah? HAWKE:  yeah. SERA: and people call you a champion?  like some kinda hero? HAWKE: some do.  not most. SERA:  only people callin’ that sorta shite heroic are other blood mages. HAWKE: shame is less than effective on me these days. SERA: pfft.  whatever.  do what you want.  away from me. if present —— VARRIC: watch it, buttercup. SERA: she’s a blood mage! VARRIC: [  sharply  ]  that’s not all she is.

DORIAN:  so.  your blood magic. HAWKE: don’t. DORIAN:  what?  don’t like the prying?  i’m just trying to get information. HAWKE: you’re trying to hurt yourself. DORIAN: i’m — what? HAWKE:  i hurt myself too much not to see when others do it. if ‘last resort of good men’ has been completed —— HAWKE: i’m sorry, for whoever used blood to hurt you. DORIAN: ah.  word travels fast. HAWKE:  no. DORIAN:  no? HAWKE:  i don’t need whatever gossip you think i’ve heard to know what someone damaged by blood magic looks like.  don’t ask me about my magic just to hurt yourself hearing the answer. HAWKE:  it doesn’t prove that you’re stronger.  it just makes you a fool.

SOLAS: hawke, i must ask that you — HAWKE:  cole told me.  i’m being careful. SOLAS:  ah.  thank you. HAWKE: i’ll keep from going near your spirits.  if they’re corrupted, it won’t be by me. SOLAS: and cole?  has he reported feeling strangely near you? HAWKE: no.  he says he’s too solid for it.

HAWKE: you can stop looking at me like that. THE IRON BULL:  i could, sure. HAWKE:  believe me when i say that if i wanted you dead, magic or no magic, you would already be dead. THE IRON BULL: who says i’m staring because i think you want me dead?  maybe i’m staring because i’m a big fan. HAWKE: so was the arishok. THE IRON BULL: point taken.

BLACKWALL:  it might not be an opinion you hear often, but i think that you’re every bit the hero the stories make you out to be. HAWKE:  not an opinion i hear often from mundanes, anyway. BLACKWALL: you did everything you could to keep a city safe on your shoulders.  you can’t be faulted that it crumbled anyway. BLACKWALL: it’s not right, how much you gave, and how little everyone acts like it mattered. HAWKE:  you should have met my mother. BLACKWALL: i’m assuming she agreed? HAWKE:  no.  no doubt in a few hours she’d have you convinced that i was solely to blame for all that happened. BLACKWALL: surely that’s not true. HAWKE:  we could ask her if i hadn’t let her die, so perhaps she was right.

CASSANDRA: champion — VARRIC: watch it, seeker. HAWKE: let her speak. CASSANDRA: i wanted to ask if you had any idea that we were searching for you.  while varric kept you hidden. HAWKE:  i did. CASSANDRA: and you would have refused, had we found you. HAWKE: yes.  i spent my life running from the circles.  i wouldn’t let the chantry turn me into its puppet now. CASSANDRA: the inquisitor is hardly a puppet. HAWKE: you wanted a figurehead.  and you wanted the rebels to look at me and see a renegade mage working with the chantry, submitted to its laws.  because we both know you didn’t want a hedge mage maleficar. CASSANDRA: what we wanted was a leader. HAWKE:  then you’re even more foolish than i thought.  surely varric told you the story.  how well did i lead a damned thing in kirkwall? CASSANDRA: you’ve made your point. HAWKE: good.