#da 2

fenhawke in 2026? Fenhawke forever in fact

Anders turned around when he heard the elf’s yelp. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her, sitting on the floor, clutching her foot as a crimson liquid flowed through her fingers. He ran to her, and gently took her hand away to see the damage. 

“It doesn’t hurt, much.” Merrill smiled sweetly at the man. Anders grimaced, wondering if that was also a side effect of the blood magic. 

 Hawke walked into the Hanged Man with a look sharp enough to kill a man and enough blood on her to suggest reasonably that she recently had. 

 Hardly any patrons paused in their carousing or chatter to look up. It was simply another sticky, hot summer night, and the drinks were flowing, or at least not stoppered, unlike the other night when there were templars in-bound. 

“Hawke, I suggest you go to my suite, I’ll take this round. You get next.” Varric said, scrapping his boots against a wiry boot comb near the door. 

“Dead marksmen not to your liking? Guess they missed on your wardrobe taste.” Hawke retorted. It fell flatter than the table ahead of Hawke as she watched two men try to bluff themselves into a win at Wicked Grace. 

Maker, they have nothing between the two of them, including brains. 

Also how come with Isabela he just hooks up normal but with Hawke is this whole thing