#ofkirkwall

"WHY-YYY DO you gotta be so mean t'me." To be fair, it's all an act. Starting the night with his face on the ground wasn't exactly his plan, but he isn't hurting as badly as he might fake. All he feels is an itch that's bound to disappear in a few minutes, together with whatever scratch might cross his cheeks and forehead. Besides, he knows that she would help him if he were seriously injured. Well, maybe after laughing at him and cracking a joke or two at his expense. That's what friendship is also all about.

“why! why should i look at you! are you going to come forward and laugh at me? or poke me until you get a rise out of me just like you used to do in kirkwall?” cullen snapped. he had known hawke for years, and the memories between them had never been good. this man had been the cause of many headaches, both literal and metaphorical. and while he understood it had to happen, the fact that hawke had been basically the cause of the downfall of kirkwall. 

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . || @godworn​

     HE GROANS in pain, but he isn’t faking it entirely. Miles did catch him off guard while he was sitting on the couch and kicking his shoes off after a long day of traveling, so forgive him if he wasn’t entirely ready for his attention-starved boyfriend sneaking up to him and biting him in the crook of his neck. An affectionate gesture, even when their teeth sink a bit too much into each other’s skin and it hurts a little more than it’s supposed to. It seems only fair that Miles would greet him back home this way, and Sy - well, he definitely won’t complain. He missed this too, no matter what his muttered swearing might let anyone else believe.

     "NOW YOU’RE just being plain rude.” Complaints aside, he plops himself down on the first empty chair he finds, unfazed and not concerned in the slightest about the dagger that missed his face by a few inches seconds ago. By the way he moves and smiles, one’d find it hard to believe he sneaked his way into a house where he’s never been before to meet a person he never talked to, not even once. He looks too much at ease, and others might be scared by the confidence that oozes off him. Not her, though. He’d be disappointed if she weren’t a little bit different than most in this (and many, many other) regard.

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@ofkirkwall

❝Ar lath ma, vhenan. Var lath vir suledin.❞Her arms are wrapped around him for dear life — and for once. 

For once — since the most horrible day — she feels happy. The rings that she had pulled from — that had belonged to her parents weighed heavily in the pocket of his shirt that she wore, loose around her shoulders.

❝I am yours — I have always been yours. Will you —❞ 

Trembling fingers retrieve her father’s ring, and closed around it in a loose fist and then she offers it to him.