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ladylike-foxes · 6 years ago

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How about a prompt out of your comfort zone? Sebhawke, angst or fluff or what have you?

You’ve already read this, Jo. It’s weird writing my Hawke, so forgive me @dadrunkwriting 😅

Just some background on Hawke: She’s frequently referred to as ‘Mab’; her name is Marian Mabel, since I love both of those names too much to choose. She romanced Fenris. She’s also got a serious drinking problem. Okay, here goes!

"Join me in the Chantry! Pledge yourself to the Maker. We can serve Him together, with a chaste marriage in his eyes—"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Sebastian," Marian shirked away from him, talking a long step back.

She was furious, confused rage bubbling in her veins. Dragging a sweaty palm over her face, she pushed her hair back, glaring at him furiously. Sebastian was staring at her with crimson shame painted across his cheeks.

"A chaste marriage? Pledging myself to the Chantry? Who are you talking to," Flinging her hands up angrily and pacing a circle, "Do you know me at all, Sebastian?"

She was being cruel, she knew: he didn't deserve this. It had certainly been a misplaced offer, thoughtlessly made in a moment of nervousness. He couldn't possibly feel anything half so strongly for her as to mean it. Still, she couldn't seem to help herself. She raged on.

"A chaste marriage?!" She was shaking his shoulders now, not realizing that she had barely touched him in years.

"Do you understand that you're a Prince? That without a child, your line ends?" His brows rose in surprise, and Marian released him, turning crimson, "And anyway, that's not the point—"

"Hawke," Sebastian tried to touch her shoulder, but she pulled sharply out of his reach.

"No. No!" She pinned him with a look, shaking her head with warning, "UGH! DAMN IT!"

Slamming her fist on the table, she shoved his stack of books off onto the floor before storming off. She refused to even meet Elthina's gaze on her way out, stomping furiously to where Varric waited for her by the doors.

"Hawke," He followed her outside, grabbing her wrist when she didn't reply, "Mab! Hey, come on. What's wrong?"

"Fuckin' Sebastian—he just—I can't," She was still flinging her hands around, clearly unsure what to do with herself.

"Hey, hey. How about a drink, and you can tell me about it."

"Yeah, okay," Marian took a deep breath before nodding, her usual smile creeping back in, "But I'm gonna need more than one, and you're paying."

Varric laughed and slapped her back, but her smile wavered slightly. She was ashamed by her behavior, though what had Vael been thinking? They weren't kids anymore, and he was acting like a damn fool with all his Chantry bullshit. Marriage? To her? She kisses him a few times in a dark alley and he proposes marriage? No. No, that was on him. He knew where her heart lie, and he hadn't been thinking clearly when he asked her.

She should have been flattered, musing as they ambled off toward The HangedMan. He was a Prince... and her friend. Why was she so angry, then? How could she explain it in any way that made sense? She couldn't. She didn't know how to detangle the emotions into words that could help him see. And there was a lot to untangle. Varric went up to the bar while she found a table in a dark corner. Dropping wearily into a chair, she cradled her face in her hands, steeling herself for a long and embarrassing talk with her best friend.

"Maker, help me...."

Several hours later, Mab was nearly on the floor, tongue thick and slurring. Varric had fetched some water, attempting to sober her back up before trying to walk her home. She was a mess, hair in her eyes as her cheek pressed against the wood, fingertips hooked over the table edges.

"He's gonna think Iwaz mad aboutha sex," Groaned unattractively through her nose like a Snuffleur.

"Probably," Varric tucked her hair back behind her ears, "Here. Drink water."

"Thanks'lot," Sarcastic, lifting a hand to push the water away, "No more water."

"Yes more water," Varric recognized an approaching figure, "But you weren't mad about the chastity thing?"

"Immean, off course," Snorting a chuckle into the table, too dizzy to realize their guest, "But no' really. Iss'more than that, y'know?"

"Not really, no," She didn't seem to recognize the voice that chimed in.

"Seb's my frien'. I've known'im forever!" She slowly tried to lift her head, "Iss no' like that withuss, an' what if I hurt'is feelin's?"

She finally caught sight of Sebastian, kicked back in the opposite chair, arms crossed over his chest.

"Hiya, hanssome," She dropped her head again, forehead bouncing on the table, "Sscrew you, Varric."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Varric patted her shoulder as he stood up, "I'll give you two a minute. I'm gonna go pay the tab."

Hawke could feel the heat of her face radiating back off the table, dread pooling in a pregnant pause between them. She finally looked back up, balancing her head on her chin. Seb was smiling at her, but it lacked the bitterness she expected. It was almost tender, the way he was looking at her. She didn't like tender: it felt like pity.

"So."

"Ssooo."

"Shouldn't I be the one drowning my sorrow? I'm the one that got rejected," Teasing, he leaned forward onto his elbows.

"I'm not drownin' anything, I'm jus'a lush."

"You're certainly something, Mab. A few somethings, actually."

"Areya mad at me?" She shot him a sheepish glance, "I'd be mad at me."

"Well, I wish you hadn't thrown my paperwork on the floor," Humming fondly, he twirled a strand of her hair around a finger, "But no, I'm not mad at you, lass. You made a lot of good points."

She sighed in relief. Grabbing his hand, she squeezed it gently, pulling her hair as she did.

"Oww," She sighed again, "Thanks, Seb."

"Sure enough, Mab," He chuckled softly, placing a chaste kiss to her temple.

They were silent for a long moment. She heard Varric return, but he didn't speak. Sebastian began to scoop her up, preparing no doubt to carry her lanky ass home. An abrupt thought pulled a low, wicked giggle from her belly.

"What's so funny, Hawke?" She snickered into Sebastian's shoulder, and Varric barked a laugh, knowing immediately what she was thinking.

"Bethy's gonna be sooo jealousss!"

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