‘kill your darlings, hawke,’ varric said, sitting by his bedside, taking notes for how to improve on the grandeur of the scene. ‘that’s the first piece of advice they give you when you get started. so you’re lucky i only knocked you around a little; maybe i’m too soft, not willing to take the narrative risks i need to.’
‘and maybe you’re pure evil in a very small, hairy form,’ hawke replied. when he laughed, blood spread across his bandages, but he’d be just fine.
for all the self-centered, egotistical, self-aggrandizing nug-shit he’d done in his time, he really had no idea just how handsome he looked while struggling to his feet, the strength in his arms, the heat in his eyes. and that was what made him so charming.
varric shrugged. ‘i don’t see any reason why we can’t choose both,’ he said. ‘at least—not this time.’
#meanwhile hawke is like #is it not enough that you have ONE enormous weapon #you have to hold two #don’t you think that’s a bit overkill at this point #and i thought the qunari were supposed to be about restraint #or something #granted i don’t know much about the qunari #do you suppose i’m babbling because of the blood loss #or is it really just my brilliant tactic to distract you #while my trusty mabari warbeast nips at your ankles some more #it’s not working is it #two GIANT weapons have i mentioned those #two GIANT weapons and you had to kick me #that hurts #it’s just rubbing salt in the wounds at this point #that’s not very qunari of you #why won’t anyone cheat to help me #varric i really hate you #no i don’t #but i think you might hate me
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