Gritty eyes when you stare into fire too long for Dorian x Varric =)
Thank you so much for the ask! Been a moment since I've done one of these! For @dadrunkwriting!
“...And between you and me, that’s what really happened in Kirkwall,” Varric finally turned back from the fire, what little was left in his flash sloshing sadly against the engraved pewter. “Hawke made her choices and I stuck by her. Always will.” He poured out the remnants of his whiskey, even though Dorian thought for a surety the man could’ve used another swig. “Even after this.”
“I’m sorry,” Dorian said limply, the words hollow as they left his lips. “You were a good friend to her. I could tell she cared for you deeply.”
“Yeah,” Varric shook his head, a slight, somber smile playing on his lips. “She cared for everyone, really; that was part of the problem. At the end of the day, she’d have thrown herself in front of a moving cart to save a random passerby. This…” He sighed deeply, as though the weight of the world was trying to escape from his lips. “Maybe not exactly how she wanted to go, but close to it.”
“To Hawke,” Dorian raised his now-empty wine glass for what must’ve been the fifth time that night. “Who faced down terror itself and laughed in its face.”
“To Hawke,” Varric chuckled darkly, his eyes turning back to the flickering flames, gold glinting at his neck and in the rosy waves of his hair. “I hope you find the peace you were searching for, old friend.”
