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THE HISTORY OF LIGHT AND SHADOW WILL BE WRITTEN IN BLOOD !
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“I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.”
— Margaret Atwood (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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What’s this? The hand upon her arm might as well be a scorpion. So unexpected that it breaks her next chastisement off at the stem. In a strange world so full of the bizarre, such a small gesture should be inconsequential, and yet— interruption shocks her somehow. For the first time, Diana learns what it is to be silenced.
She looks at this newcomer with hot eyes, but he is already speaking, naming her… a friend?
Ah! Reinforcements! Diana whirls back to face the city guard, expression steeling. He won’t be so smug now, with a second warrior at her flank, sword at the ready, heart burning for justice, fingers…. tapping her on the arm and asking her to leave?
She blinks.
The guard raises both eyebrows. Despite the wiry scruff of facial hair, she can see that his smile is even wider, dripping provocation. She is beginning to think that this man does not care for the plight of the impoverished in Kirkwall at all. With a last burning glare, the Amazon puffs through her nose to let him know their affairs are not over. Then she turns on her heel, and follows her new companion without a word.
❛ You have a plan? ❜ She chases him down a side street. Doesn’t bother with introductions. ❛ You know how to reach the city general? A secret entrance to their keep? A method of diverting the men who keep guard? Tell me. ❜
Wow, she’s definitely determined and--- enthusiastic about bringing any authority in this city to its knees. Which Hawke can respect, really, but he doesn’t want her to do something that will get her killed or locked up. Meredith is not kind, she is not merciful, and she will not stay her blade simply because this woman is new in town and doesn’t know how things work around here.
“A plan? No, not necessarily,” he replies. A pair of Templars walk past, and they make a point to veer as far away from Hawke as they possibly can. “Not much one for plans. But---” He comes to a halt, tapping his chin. “---I do always know how to make their job a little more difficult for them.”
He smiles, slight but with a shimmer in his eye. A twitch of his fingers, and an ember ignites at the hem of one of the Templar’s uniforms. The poor man yelps in surprise, and one of his comrades stomps it out.
“You’re looking for revolution, aren’t you?” And it’s definitely on the horizon, he thinks. Anders has been acting stranger and stranger each passing day, the tension between the Templars and mages has almost reached its boiling point and any day now someone from either side will snap, there’s been whispers of acts of rebellion in the Circle being dealt with instantly ( meaning, more Tranquil---or dead---mages ), blood magic, Templar abuse growing worse and worse. “Well, I’ll tell you that walking up to the Knight-Commander and giving her a piece of your mind will just land you in a prison cell.”
Hawke keeps his voice low in case of potential eavesdroppers. It must be a slight disappointment to her, knowing there is no real plan--- yet. But he doesn’t want her thinking he’s complicit in the oppression of those in this city. Not when he is a part of the group being oppressed. Despite his influence, the Knight-Commander looks for any excuse to lock him away like she would any other mage.
“I know a lot of things. One of them being, you won’t be able to do much on your own here,” he comes to a halt, turns to her fully. “So I’m willing to help. Call me Hawke.”
He leaves off the ‘Champion of Kirkwall’ bit. Doesn’t like throwing it around unless he has to pull some strings.

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"You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met."
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Garrett, not Hawke ( for he reminds himself there sometimes a difference between the two ), states with a hint of something he can’t quite place. It’s seedy in a sense, almost mirthful yet also sardonic with that dry wit they oft tossed one another when it was easier to that then ask if the other party was okay — or was even uninjured.
“Thanks, Garrett — that says quite a bit when it comes to you.” It does. It’s heavy and drops between his hands, slipping between fingers and landing at his feet ( to weighty to be held, but not so that it bruises him in a way that it rings on forever ). “Considering all the places you’ve been and all the people you’ve met.” That echoes, but in a way that does not fill him with dread or hallows him out, it’s claret and leaves him with a sense of pride that he rarely feels ( nor should he feel in this instance, most of the people they know are dead — and the rest are murderers ).
It’s true. Words are insistent, with a hand on his shoulder and another removing quill from betwixt pinched forefinger and thumb. Brows furrow at this action, and he finds the plane of Garrett’s side, pushing him away for a moment ( it’s now apparent the man wants some kind of attention, and he needs space of some sort to be able to get up and give it ). There is a step up, but he is still crowded between the desk and Garrett. Words are swallowed, kept in the pit of his stomach — for there is so much he could say at this moment, so much he could do, alas he keeps those thoughts to himself, inscribing this closeness for only him.
“You know, you’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met.” There are more things that should be said, but even with those weak words a smile blooms over Garrett’s features.
It’s good enough for him.It’s good enough.
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idk what you’re referring to but probably
BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS ( S2. )
❛ and the worst part is, i don’t even have my holy water! ❜
❛ you escaped the clutches of yet another demon. ❜
❛ there may very well be a hot dog vendor in chicago who is a bigfoot. ❜
❛ demons, you cowards! ❜
❛ this is like satan’s cement butt hole. ❜
❛ i think your douche meter is usually half mast but right now it’s about three quarters full. ❜
❛ i think a moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts. ❜
❛ well the only way to really provoke them is to provoke them! ❜
❛ i think the ground is cleaner than this couch. ❜
❛ holy shit, it’s a jacuzzi tub! ❜
❛ i stole them off a woman who died on the titanic! ❜
❛ no, no, no, you’re going to scare the ghosts away. ❜
❛ if i see people taller than me, i get concerned about them because i think they’re gonna die. . young. ❜
❛ jesus christ, do you always have to insult the ghosts at the place we’re at? ❜
❛ if george clooney was on the tonight show and you set him on fire, one of his feet would burn and the other one would probably still be planted there on the floor in a very nice shoe — clooney’s flammable. ❜
❛ i’ve always gotta’ think about stuff, y’know? like this mannequin in this tub, what’s he doing here? ❜
❛ hey demons, it’s me, ya’ boy. ❜
❛ it is a very old piece of footage, but so is die hard — still good. ❜
❛ so it was aliens? they showed up, gave ‘em ipads, gave ‘em a zune, built the pyramids, left, and that’s it? ❜
❛ stop telling the ghosts to follow me home. ❜
❛ oh so you’re going to make me sit in the shitty chair? ❜
❛ this guy has been inhaling too many cat shit fumes. ❜
❛ i took an improv comedy class once, ‘cause i’m a white guy. ❜
❛ i just got startled by a disco ball. ❜
❛ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ❜
❛ just, to be fair, fuck christopher columbus. ❜
❛ i’m not doing this because i want to steal, i‘m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. ❜
❛ hey ghouls! the boys are here. ❜
❛ i think everyone needs a hobby, and if you don’t have one, that’s when you’re probably gonna start killing people. ❜
❛ i wasn’t fat-shaming bigfoot! ❜
❛ this is what happens when people are passive aggressive full-time. ❜
❛ ghost 101: one, knock book off shelf. week two, hold a candlestick in the middle of a hallway. three…sheets. ❜
❛ it looks like one of the conjuring films. ❜
❛ anytime you get uneasy, that’s me! ❜
❛ if there were a town full of me in the puritan times, we’d have landed on the moon in 1790. ❜
❛ we’re just two guys sitting in a tub. ❜
❛ demons! you’re not trying hard enough — plunge us into darkness! ❜
❛ you gotta’ fuckin’ calm down, man. ❜
❛ why is it someone who chokes on a peanut doesn’t get a ghost? ❜
❛ i think it’s a little bit more fun to believe that humans are capable of some truly horrific things. ❜
❛ i’m exposing my cranium to you. ❜
❛ there’s a good chance tonight is the night you see me die on camera. ❜
❛ shadows do tend to follow you though, that’s how they work. ❜
❛ this is gonna get a little morbid, but who’s to say that a burning body doesn’t smell like barbecue? ❜
❛ i didn’t even get to do all the things on my bucket list. ❜
❛ i don’t wanna be a ghost hunter, this is all bullshit! ❜
❛ you keep tricking me into talking to them, you fuckin’ dickhead! ❜
❛ spooky, huh? ❜
❛ is it very european to — to burst into flames? ❜
❛ and i guess this is where we’re fuckin’ sleeping because we’re idiots. ❜
❛ ( wheeze ) ❜

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these are the ones that change the world forever
“mother, i am trying. i cover up my bruises, i rub my scars. mother, i am trying. i scratch at my tears, i yank at my heart. mother, i am trying. i reach up to the stars, i try to pull them down. mother, i am trying. i bury my hands in the dirt, searching for something cleaner than my soul. mother, i am trying. i plead for help, i beg for mercy. i ask them to see, to please please see. there is something else, there is more to me.”
— but it is oh so hard to be loved (p.b)
a shriek, and a peal of laughter — the sound of heels running across stone before the inquisitor comes to a dead stop in front of the champion. dark hair is disheveled, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. another laugh, and Lileigh's ducking around Hawke; pausing long enough to lean upwards, lips brushing against scruffy cheek in a chaste kiss. "If she asks, tell Cassandra you haven't seen me." she murmurs, then pulls away — running off to disappear behind another door.
There’s no time to react. As soon as she’s there, she’s gone, with only the ghost of a kiss lingering on his cheek. He reaches up, gently touches the spot where her lips met weathered skin, blinks, then lets himself smile. At least she can laugh amidst everything, it makes him want to laugh, too, and Maker knows he hasn’t had a good laugh in a long time.
He doesn’t comment on how he’s been avoiding the Seeker as well ( she’s all too eager and ready to bombard him with questions, for answers she couldn’t wheedle out of Varric, and she’s very---forceful ), just turning his attention back to the novel in his hands, his smile never fading.

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Pre-romance.
Hawke: When have you last cleaned your mansion? The smell is starting to follow you.Fenris: Flattering as ever, Hawke. The mess is a part of its charm.Hawke: Certainly not a part of yours. I’ll come over and help clean. Broken glass everywhere, it’s a wonder you don’t cut your feet on it.Fenris: Unlike many, I look before I step.Hawke: Unlike many--- hey!
Romanced, after the main events of Inquisition, before Trespasser.
In the ruins of Lothering.
Fenris: We should move on. The Blight still plagues these lands.Hawke: I used to live here, you know. Before the darkspawn.Fenris: This is painful for you, is it not?Hawke: Almost cathartic, in its own way, to finally see the ruin for myself. I haven’t been here in over ten years. I wonder if my home is still standing.Fenris: Would it help you to check?Hawke: No, I don’t think so. It would only make this all the more painful. I only wish I could have shown it to you how it was before it was destroyed. We could have settled here, I think. But it will be a long time before anyone can live here again.Fenris: Hawke---Hawke: (voice cracks) Let’s keep moving.