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Trying to distract myself from waiting for da4 with those two

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"i miss when the dragon age companions were mean" y'all can't even handle vivienne

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"You have to stop the world just to stop the feeling."

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man was proper chuffed to lose

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fires of nibelheim

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oh hunter, if you didn't want the beautiful so badly, perhaps you would've found it in your spirit singing softly.

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oh hunter, if you didn't want the beautiful so badly, perhaps you would've found it in your spirit singing softly.

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finished "inner demons" quest. feeling UNWELL

lyrics are from here ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

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being your own doom all by yourself handsome?

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doubt comes in

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wasn't it gonna be the two of us? weren't we birds of a feather?

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Once again we have to do what Bioware doesn't do themselves

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some old friends...

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i am continuing to spread the zevistair agenda

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Once again we have to do what Bioware doesn't do themselves

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Everytime they look away, you stare at Hawke with those sad puppy eyes.

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He felt a weird twinge that at first he thought was the lyrium in his veins. An ache sinking from his chest to his stomach that he mistook as a bruise from the night before.

He would thumb his gauntlet or his chest plate to be sure they were still there. That he hadn’t forgotten to put them on somehow.

But they were. They always were.

It was just Hawke, as they were, as they pleased to be, that made him feel this sort of doubt. This nakedness.

They were always looking right at him, through the steel and the grit and the anger. Practically tracing along the scars that etched across his body. Pained to the touch and pining for it all the same.

Fenris wondered if Hawke could feel the holes he had burned between their shoulder blades as they wandered the city; the gaze at the small of their back.

He’d pull a heavy, long breath as he wondered what Hawke was thinking.

Did they think of him?

Think of him the same way he thought of them when he watched the sunrise over the rooftops, thumbing the chest plate of his armor? Wondering if it was still there?