frikadeller’s Oliver Hawke and Anders. I found Oliver like to keep his hair to keep warm in winter and Anders love his hair really adorable (looks like Anders is having a fetish over his hair..XD)Coz I’m desperately in need of something fluffy, I hope she don’t mind I borrowed her Hawke here…(though I already asked before XD…but… I think Oliver should look cooler :P)
Garrett used the Dog as an excuse to make Anders go outside, leave the Darktown to breathe fresh air and relax- oh look it’s 4 am I’ll better stop writing before something bad happens
if anyone could write an explanation on this, you will have my blessing. It seems applicable in the movie, yes, but with Hawke and Anders….? Not so sure, otherwise I’d write an itty bitty dialogue again
What should have happened to Petrice for what she did to Ketojan. That’s my explanation.
XD this is glorious
There was a reason the seeker ended up falling for Hawke—just a little, just enough to catch her breath or call the guy romantic.
And he wasn’t—the way dog lords and Fereldan turnips never really were, too busy being about the mud and the taprooms and sometimes even the belches, the bad jokes and the worse ones that came as natural as breathing. He’d never met a straight line he didn’t flirt with, or a rogue, for that matter. He smelled like the Deep Roads and the Bone Pit and mabari spit combined, whatever got caught in the fur of his collar, whatever stains he hadn’t wiped clean yet. He cut a profile, all right, and when he grinned you could almost forget about everything else.
The bad timing. The way he was the first to laugh at something he’d said. The piss-poor sense of personal space and a determination to lob a fireball smack in the middle of the appropriate.
He was good for a party, but that was about it.
And Blondie wasn’t the only one who fell for him like being burned up by so much dragon fire, the way he looked even on a bad day, as though he was always on the cusp of rising out of the smoke. Whether he set things ablaze or just had a knack for showing up right after to fan the flames before putting them out… Not even the craftiest of storytellers could tell you that.
But Varric couldn’t convince anybody else to love him if he didn’t know the first thing about it himself. And all that aching he put Blondie through, the awkward coughs Fenris suffered, Isabela’s big boats and Merrill stumbling over her own words…
Romantic wasn’t all it was cut out to be, but it sure looked good on vellum: with too much kindness, broad shoulders and dark hair and eyes like gold. A dragon in his own right, closing his fingers around all their hearts.
i dedicate this to spicyshimmy because she’s been having a hard time. here’s to you, darling, and never-ending hawke feels!
(reference used OBVIOUSLY WHO CAN DRAW THIS SHIT FROM MEMORY)
*Flails* My commission of Corvinus Hawke and Anders is finally done. Aren’t they both utterly adorable? There’s also a pretty Orange version of the magic, which also works well because I statted this Anders for healing/fire anyway. <3