#tethrs

     “ varric--?  well, as nice as it is to see you, i’m afraid      hawke is currently out...  he should be back soon      though...  i could make some tea if you wish to wait?        i do not mind your company, if you do not mind mine. “

CURIOSITY grows taut at the EDGE of cogitation;  the DIVIDED half of Erebos which is strictly feline to warrant FANFARE at the possibility of meeting someone NEW. A sloppy MELODY of clicks VIA the griffon's BEAK heed caution to the BREEZE, undoubtedly to be TAKEN as an ACKNOWLEDGEMENT              or         GREETING        to the dwarf.

         If pressed, Cassandra would have quickly said that Varric's sole purpose in the Inquisition was to irritate her into an early unmarked grave. There was little desire in her to explain the intricacies of their relationship—that being one of equal parts animosity and grudging respect—to anyone that did not already understand that one did not have to like a person to value their contributions to a cause.

         Which is why she has someone else hand the gift to him, pens and paper from Kirkwall bound in a leather cord. Perhaps the dwarf won't hold this over Casandra's head for the next six months or until they close the Breach, whichever is longer. 

Varric,

         Try not to let your astonishment          daze you for overly long. 

         — Seeker Pentaghast.

                     blondie is burning that particular shade of red that varric hadn’t seen since the time isabella asked about his underclothes and if he really ever “got it on” with nathaniel or the warden commander—two people he hasn’t had the pleasure of befriending.  it’s adorable, but curious, and the dwarf is ready to tell him to get on with it until he finally does. 

                        which, of course, sparks his amusement. it alights in his eyes first, features twisting with mirth, glee rushing down to his stomach. theres a laugh in there and he can’t help it when it escapes, despite that he recognizes the serious undertones to this conversation.   ” hold on a minute. let me just.. clarify. you want me to write your adventures with hawke, or you want me to throw in a saucy romance? i can do that,absolutely, but you know—i won’t be held responsible if hawke overhears or if isabela wants to co-write. ‘  

            It takes him some effort not to cringe at the laugh.             He ducks his head, shushing Varric as subtly as he can,             feeling his cheeks burn brighter. Perhaps this had been             as stupid an idea as he had feared. He sighs dramatically,             leaning back into his chair. Relieve washed over him             when his friend stopped laughing in favor of talking.             Pursing his lips, he allows himself to pout ever so lightly,             waving a hand at the dwarf.

            "You know which of the two I mean.                  There is no point in asking you to write                  down something you're already documenting."

         He manages a smile-- something that ends up looking both             shy and mischievous at the same time. At the confirmation             that this could be done, he finds his smile broadening             considerably. A part of him scolds him for indulging him-             self in such perverse fantasies, but the mage is too excited to care.