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Dark Orchid: The Eciton

             ❝ Finally !! ❞ teeth flash as he smiles, mirth glimmering in his eyes and chin lifting as if PRIDEFUL AND SHOWING OFF —— then again, that’s his default, isn’t it? Posture goes loose, arms crossing ❝ Someone with good taste. And here I thought there wasn’t a soul in the Inquisition who would appreciate my fine mustache. ❞

“     𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃   𝙷𝙰𝚆𝙺𝙴     ?     ”     The   myth     ,     the   legend.     Word   had   travelled   fast   about   the   Qunari   attack   on   Kirkwall     ,     and   more   specifically     ,     of   the   mage   who   had   stopped   it.     As   was   such   with   people   lauded   as   heroes     ,     stories   and   tales   about   him   had   been   numerous     ,     varied     ,     and   likely   exaggerated.     “     Everyone’s   been   saying   you’re   at   least   ten   feet   tall.     Did   you   really   just   walk   into   the   room   and   the   Qunari   were   so   intimidated   they   left     ?     Oh     ,     please   don’t   disappoint   me.     ”

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GRAND WORDS are ones that lighten her heart so at the determination and verve that underlies them, but she softly shakes her head. ❛    i do not quite think that is the life for m-me …   ❜ despite negative response, she does ponder the possibility. so few have ever even known her name, spoken it aloud. to be remembered forever as HERO ? as a beacon of hope in times of adversity and hardships ? it’d be a lie to say that it doesn’t hold a certain appeal. even to her, who has no dreams of grandeur. a warm place to lay her head and make her head: a happy home, is all she really wishes for. or thought she had …

but here lays a possibility so seductive in nature that it takes a moment for reality to catch up to her. to be someone important when she has never garnered attention or love or adoration of any form. who would not wish for such a thing, jump at such a chance ? 

ok but what kind of hawke fanfic

CASEY CLEANS OUT HER INBOX // NOT ACCEPTING

sandalwood: she catches it on the breeze as he stands beside her atop the parapets, light enough to nearly miss. she likes when they stand like this, the crisp air rolling off the mountains surrounding them. hawke makes her feel more human, somehow, not so entirely alone, and she wonders what they would both be like without all of this. 

pine: he tells her what he can remember about ferelden as they travel, about the remnants of his childhood. it’s difficult to imagine hawke as a child. she can barely consider him to be anything but the muscled warrior before her, anything but some sort of very bearded hero. he makes her laugh and they trade tales about how they drove their parents wild but there’s sadness in his voice too, it creeps in before he can catch it. sidri suspects neither of them know where they’ll end up eventually, how exactly to carve a home out of the chaos around them, but she hopes he finds the closest thing. 

wine: his faces lights up whenever he talks about fenris. maybe that’s home for him, not a place but a person. sidri wants to ask more but is never certain how to but fenris makes hawke happy and that’s enough. they deserve happiness.