Pink plot bunnies attacked me viciously while playing Dragon Age 2 and I couldn't get this idea out of my head

Anyways, I just always felt that the main Hawke could always use a twin himself/herself, seemed cool, cooler than Bethany and Carver anyways.

But I chose between the two because really one of them needed to die

So I chose Carver to live, even if he is a prick, I like his character more than super nice girl wonder Bethany

Really, can Bethany do no wrong ?
Not that I have anything against Bethany really, she's just too nice.

Oh, this takes place during the beginning Act II, and Carver has joined the Wardens, because in the game I feel safer knowing he isn't going to randomly burst into my house and smite me if he's a templar. Even if he is my brother.

Sophia is a mage and James is a warrior.

Anyways, I don't own Dragon Age, Bioware does

Sophia and James Hawke walked into the Hanged Man, followed closely by Varric, though the two were in deep conversation and really took no notice to the shorter man. Not that he minded, Varric was busy listening in on their conversation of using magic to make food with relish, mentally making notes and smirking as he heard James recount all the horrors he had encountered with her experiments on magical food.

Sophia was an extremely attractive woman. Wearing her father's old grey robes that she had fitted to enhance her womanly curves she cut a dashing figure especially as she used her rather tall golden staff as a walking stick as she strode across the room. Her shoulder length white hair was halfway pulled back, ensuring that except for a few stray strands, her hair did not get in the way. She had an extremely pale complexion, highlight by the dark red eye shadow she wore and the light red blush across her cheeks. She had red tattoos on her face that curved gently in patterns on her cheeks running upward to disappear beneath her hair on the side of her face. She had light silver eyes that could pierce anyone's gaze and make them shudder, though they often twinkled with mischievousness, as she was rather fond of sarcasm and joking. She walked with a purpose and always stood tall, carrying an air of nobility and deadliness about her.

James also had shoulder length hair pulled halfway back, those his was the color of gold wheat. His eyes were a gentle steel blue that held a warmth to them, giving his face an extremely open and trusting look. While he was more on the lanky side of muscles, James Hawke still had enough corded muscle to make anyone think twice about him and he filled his gold plate armor out nicely, though this night he wore a simple yet nice tunic and breeches, though he had a dagger stored in his large boots. He had a slight tan and his cheeks had a natural ruddy color to them, giving him a healthy glow. Though his strides were long and solid, he walked softly, letting himself look more relaxed as he walked through the Hanged Man.

Both older twins took after their father in looks, and while Sophia acted more like her father and really almost didn't seem related to their mother, aside from the fact that Sophia had an extremely maternal side (which she only reserved for close friends to see) James was more their mother, because he was open and caring for everyone, even strangers. Though their mother herself often argued that they both seemed like spitting images of Malcolm Hawke in both physical features and spirit. Both of the younger twins, Bethany and Carver, took after their mother more than their father.

"I'm telling you, as I've told you countless times again, I did not expect that if I simply magiced the recipe together in one go, that the second you bit into the pie it would've crumbled into a horrible grey paste. It was unintentional I swear!" Sophia huffed, throwing her arms into the air as she tried to defend her cooking skills against her brother.

"It doesn't matter! I don't understand why you coerce you into me being your cooking guinea pig. You should be the first to taste your own concoctions, not me!" James retorted back, though he did so with a smile on his face, clearly enjoying flustering his sister.

"What ! You volunteered you prig!" Sophia screeched indignantly, making an angry snarling sound as she seated herself down at the table in Varric's private backroom in the Hanged Man.

Before James could retaliate against her claim, Sophia suddenly let out a squawk and pointed an accusing finger at James.

"You bastard you! You're just teasing me! Again! I won't be made a target of your jesting, even if I enjoy our banter as much as you! You know I'm gullible and you use that to your advantage you sly weasel!" Sophia leaned back in her chair and let out several peals of laughter as she finally realized her older brother was merely teasing her, James joining in with her.

"If you were anymore gullible Sophie I'd be seriously worried about letting you hold onto all that family gold. The way you act sometimes it's a wonder you haven't been scammed out of your house and pants." Varric chuckled happily, settling himself at the head of the table while he pulled out a pack of cards and began shuffling them, preparing himself for tonight's diamond back game with the rest of the Hawke sibling's companions.

"Hey, I'm a smart girl; I'm just easily flustered and teased. Not my fault certain people –cough- James and Isabela –cough- decide to use it against me. You know I'm too cute for my own good." Sophia responded, grinning as she propped her head into her hands as she leaned on the table.

"Heh, I'll agree with you on that Twinkle." Varric chuckled again as he proceeded to order a round of drinks and have them waiting for when the rest of their companions arrived.

James merely shook his head and grinned at his sisters words. Sophia and James jerked their head towards the entrance to see Merrill step through. Merrill smiled and waved as she came to sit towards the end of the table Varric was at, the twins being at the opposite end. James inclined his head in greeting as Sophia gave a small wave of her hand. James was a bit more soft toward Merrill, often trying to deflect his sister's ire toward her. Sophia didn't mind Merrill all that much, but being a mage herself she did not agree with the fact that Merrill used blood magic, her face often hardening when Merrill decided to join in on the discussion of magic. Both Fenris and Anders combined with Sophia often glowered at her so fiercely that she would meekly duck her head and mumble out stuttered apologies. Sophia felt that Merrill was like a little sister, and while she did enjoy her company due to her innocent nature (which was just too cute according to Sophia, though it often got Merrill in trouble) she tried to avoid any topics of magic around her, often leaving it up to James to try and redirect the conversation before someone started an angry ranting, whether it be Fenris or Anders.

As Varric greeted Merrill and checked up on her, the next person to step through the entrance was Aveline accompanied by Fenris. Sophia frantically waved her hand at them in greeting and gave them both toothy grins. James smiled as he watched his sister motion Fenris to sit next to her. Her attraction to him was obvious, even though she tried her hardest to cover it up, and she often blushed furiously if questioned about it, usually either loudly denying it and embarrassing herself in front of other people, or stuttering out an excuse to leave the room, face as red as a tomato.

Isabela arrived not too soon later, and then Sebastian came, though the twins felt like the only reason he came was really to chaperone the rest of them and ensure no one did anything too stupid and ensured that everyone made it home safely. The last person to join was Anders. James gave a shy smile to Anders as he took a seat next to him, trying hard not to blush or grin like a maniac. Ultimately he failed as he looked at his sister who gave him a knowing grin, and flushing as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and winked at him, motioning over to Anders. James scowled, not appreciating her making him blush, and especially not appreciating that she made those facial expressions as she sat right across from Anders. Anders gave a small cough, and James glanced over to him, surprised to see a small blush across the mage's cheeks as well. Fenris rolled his eyes at Sophia's antics as she broke into a fit of small giggles, a small and rare smile gracing his features before she turned her head to continue her conversation with Fenris.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, I say, let the gambling commence!" Varric cocked an eyebrow at all those seated at the table, daring them to join in on the card game, knowing most of them except him and Isabela were rather pathetic at it.

"You know I'm not joining in Varric, I have absolute rubbish luck at cards, especially if we're playing for money." Sophia replied, rolling her eyes.

"Don't worry Twinkle, one day we'll oblige your wishes and play strip diamond back, but I insist that most of the group needs practice before we bump up to that level." Varric grinned, knowing that Sophia and Isabela had been begging for some time to play strip diamond back.

"I cherish the thought that at least you have considered my wishes dear Varric." Sophia laced her fingers in front of her as she put her chin on top of them and gave a somewhat lecherous grin at Fenris. Fenris gave a nervous laugh as a small blush showed on his cheeks before he promptly took a long sip of wine from his cup, in order to prevent him saying something stupid in front of Sophia as she still gazed at him through lowered eyelashes.

"Sophia, I've been meaning to ask, why in the Maker do you have white hair? That's not a natural color, for neither you nor Fenris considering you're both extremely young and relatively healthy.

Sophia cocked an eyebrow at Anders, slightly surprised that he had asked her a question like that with Fenris seated next to her. Either that or she was wondering why she hadn't been asked sooner. It had after all, been three years since everyone had met the Hawke siblings.

"It's simple really. If a person experiences an extremely horrible trauma, then it will often lead scars, whether they're mental or physical depends. The stress from the trauma can make a person's hair whiten or grey long before they're supposed to. When I was young and didn't have any control over my magic I ended up blowing a barn up if I remember correctly, it's still a bit fuzzy, and I nearly killed myself. I stayed in a coma for a few weeks afterwards, and even though my hair didn't immediately go stark white after I woke up, over the years it did. I actually lost all my hair after I woke up, as I was still recovering from nearly blowing myself up. Your body has to make a choice: grow hair, or live. To the body it's a rather simple choice. As for Fenris I imagine the trauma of his lyrium being branded into his skin did it for him. I had frosty blonde hair before the incident; it probably would be Jamie's color right now if my hair still had pigment."

James shuddered as he remembered the horrible incident. It had happened when they were only seven, and he thought for sure that his sister was dead as he came across the rubble of the old barn they used to play in, having witnessed the immense explosion she had produced.

Anders looked amazed, as did the rest of the table, except for Fenris who started at her in open surprise, gaping slightly. James wasn't sure if it was in surprise of the fact that his sister had lost control of her magic, or merely the fact that he hadn't thought of the explanation himself.

"Oh my. Well, it does look rather nice on you two. It's a very pretty hair color on both of you I think." Merrill commented with a smile, breaking the silence.

"I think it makes them look exotic. Can you imagine what their children would look like with stark white hair? Awh, they would be so cute. Both Sophie and Fenris have amazing looks. Both of you are extremely attractive." Isabela practically purred her thoughts out, giving them both a look as if they were meat and she was sizing them up.

Both Sophia and Fenris flushed at her baby comment. Sophia gave a small polite cough, giving a pointed look at James, begging him to change the subject, while Fenris glanced uncomfortably everywhere but where Sophia sat.

"Ahem. Right well, while we're all here, we should probably discuss current missions and who is going where." James said, trying to steer the topic to something more productive.

After redirecting the conversation, James laid out the missions that they currently needed to attend to, and decided which Hawke would go to which and who was going to go with whom. Sophia told Anders (more like demanded Anders thought to himself) that he needed to accompany James on his quests since James was a warrior and needed a healer to go with him, to better ensure that he wouldn't end up dying on his own. James scowled at Sophia before looking down at his parchments and explaining what else needed to be done. While James was distracted Sophia gave Anders a pointed glare that meant 'he better come back unharmed or else'. Before Anders could start shaking in his boots (which he very much wanted to do every time Sophia Hawke cast her glare towards him) Sophia gave him a wink and inclined her head towards James, the glint in her eyes basically telling him 'be sure to be good to him and make him have fun'. Anders felt heat rise to his face at the knowing glint in the sister Hawke's eye, shaking his head and returning his attention to James he thought it was either rather amazing or really scary that Sophia could practically talk to people just using her eyes to convey her feelings.

After finalizing the plans, and Sophia giving her opinion on what to do with who and what, James rolled up his parchments and maps and Varric called for one last round of diamond back before everyone went home.

Sophia joined in for once, declaring she 'felt lucky', which Varric promptly laughed at knowing that whenever she declared she felt lucky at cards she often left frustrated and down a few sovereigns. Though she really just wanted to be able to sit next to Fenris and privately point out what hand he had and what he should be doing. As the game progressed Fenris and Sophia's heads were nearly touching as Sophia leaned over and pointed out what good cards he had and gestured to her own cards, often going 'and these are the cards you don't want'.

James looked on at the couple who were too absorbed in their own conversation that they didn't notice the knowing grins the rest of the group gave them. Even Merrill noticed and she would've commented if Isabela hadn't shushed her and told her not to ruin the moment. Merrill wasn't really wasn't sure what was going on, thinking that Sophia was merely being nice and helping Fenris arrange his cards, so Isabela proceeded to tell the oblivious elf that Sophia and Fenris fancied each other, even if they vehemently refused it. James wasn't really sure how his sister's relationship with the broody elf was progressing, as they often tried not to talk about relationships because it led to teasing each other; or an argument on why so-and-so was clearly not good for the other. Sophia always tried to catch looks at Fenris while he wasn't looking, but Fenris did the exact same thing to his sister also, and when they occasionally both looked at the same time, they would either break into small shy smiles, or blush and hurriedly look away.

James hoped Fenris either caught on so or acted on his feelings else his sister was going to be forever giggling and blushing, knowing that Sophia would rather Fenris make the first move, as she didn't want to startle him and risk ruining the friendship they had.

James shook his head, hoping that he wouldn't be forced to take the small moody elf into a room somewhere and either explain to him he needed to court his sister, or threaten to kill him if he broke her heart.

Finishing up their last round of cards (which Fenris won), Varric stayed behind to clean up the 'mess', as he put it, that they left behind. Sebastian left to escort Merrill back to her house in the alienage, claiming that no young woman should be left to wander the streets of Lowtown and such a late hour. Isabela stayed behind chatting to Varric, and both Anders and Fenris told their respective partners goodnight, before glaring at each other and leaving.

"Maker, it's a wonder those two haven't killed each other yet." Sophia sighed and shook her head, getting up and heading over to her brother's chair.

"Don't worry dear sister; they still have plenty of time to do that." James replied as he scooped the last of the things he owned into his bag before hefting the pack onto his back and getting up to accompany his sister out the Hanged Man.

"Or maybe all this glaring is just pent up sexual frustration and soon they'll be holding hands out in public and declaring their love to the world." Sophia said in a fake thoughtful tone as they stepped out the Hanged Man.

James snorted incredulously before replying. "Right, and when that happens you realize I'll be forced to kill Fenris for breaking your heart?"

Sophia let out a snort of her own as she retorted. "Yes, and while you're busy running Fenris through, I'll be cornering Anders and flaying him alive with my mind."

Both stopped walking and glanced at each other before grinning and continuing on their way home.

"Good thing this'll never happen, right?" Both twins said together, and they each gave out a few chuckles at their shared answer.