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Frost
Hawke
Hawke rubbed her arms, starving off the chill in the air of the Wounded Coast. She was asked to help Avaline confront and fight an ambush, but she was pretty sure they wern't going the right way. Sighing, she looked at the setting sun. Traveling at dark wasn't all that dangerous considering her party, but she was growing tired and she could see Varric shooting her concerned glances. They would stop soon. Silently she wondered how Avaline could move around with all her heavy Guard armor and her weapons.
"Hawke."
She turned. Varric motioned to the darkness enclosing on them.
"Think maybe we can set up camp? Not that the night lessens my magnificent chest hair, but Bianca needs her rest." He joked poorly.
There was a short laugh from behind. Hawke nodded and they all set to work. Avaline took off her shield but kept her sword, just in case. Fenris was clearing an area to make room for them to lay. Varric decided Avaline might need help with the food. That, and he noticed the puppy stares that were famous from the elf. Smirking, he and Avaline left as Hawke made their make-shift beds.
"Do you think we'll need a fire?" She asked anyone.
"Unless you are willing to eat your meat raw."
She glanced up. Oh, she thought. Fenris. He hadn't spoken a word since they left. And when she asked him to come he only gave a curt nod and followed. She felt herself blush as she thought about what he said. Shaking her head so her hair somewhat covered her face. Hands shook as she cleared away some dead leaves and twigs. Fenris rose an eye brow at her sudden nerves.
Damn it Isabela!
"Hawke." Fenris spoke again. "You are trying to clean dirt off….what exactly?"
"Oh!" She chiled herself. Dirt trail. Dirt road. They're outside. Lots of dirt.
She heard a chuckle. Well all be damned. Varric was right, he does have a sense of humor. Smiling to herself she thought about how akward his laughter is. Akward and cute. But puppy kind of cute, not glowing blue elf kind of cute. Not that glowing elves arnt cute. Glowing elves with white hair. Are cute, she means. But not this kind of cute. Not that Fenris wasn't cute! Well he was. But….she decided to stop thinking, she was confusing herself.
"You mumble as you think." She heard his deep voice murmur. Not all the darkness in Kirkwall could be used to hide her flaming cheeks. She just gave an acknowledging Hmm and made a pile of the leaves and twigs to start the fire when the others came back. Better he think it wasn't a big deal if he did happen to hear her outward thoughts. She'd just play it cool, maybe a little flirty. Either way, she wouldn't let him see how weak a little blush made her. Not her. She was suppose to be their leader. Leaders don't blush.
Fenris
"….humor…cute….. glowing….… aren't cute…. white hair…. are cute…. cute… Fenris… was…" Fenris heard the whispered rant, but only in pieces. He smirked inwardly. Whatever she was thinking, it made him exceedingly happy he heard Fenris, and cute, instead of Anders, and…well anything actually. No matter what the mage did, he made no effort in hiding his disgust. Since he met both Hawke and Anders at the same time he lumped the two together and branded them as untrustworthy or enemies. But he noticed Hawke never took them both anywhere at the same time. Possibly not wanting to cause a conflict about mages and such. He glanced at her futile cleaning of the ground. She too was a mage. But he had since learned to trust her, seeing as when it came too blood mages she wasted no time or pity onto them. She struck down every demon, every temptation, and even Anders attempts at courtship. Well…maybe not every temptation… She did hang around the…questionable pirate.
Hawke…he thought of her often. He wasn't sure what magic she used; he never actually witnessed her use of it. Her robes and staff look that of a mage, and he's felt energy push away their enemies but never actually saw it come directly from her. At first he was trying to convince himself maybe she wasn't an apostate at all. But she was, she just took measures to make sure she didn't raise attention.
"…..don't you think?"
He stared at her. She was looking oddly at him. It took a moment to realize she had asked him a question.
"Maybe if you're done staring at my ass you'd be willing to answer me?" She arched an eyebrow at him.
He gave a bark of laughter.
"Your vulgar language surprises me, Hawke. What had you asked?" He smirked as he noticed a tint of pink on her face. She thought darkness would keep her well hidden but she could see him clearly. Obviously the dark wasn't much cover.
"I asked when you think the others will be back." She had her steady voice. The reasonable one she used when trying to give her opinion without insulting.
"Why Avaline, we must make haste to leave here. Broody actually speaking to our lovely maiden, how dare we interrupt?" The dwarf had returned empty handed but full of sarcasm. He sat by the pile of twigs and looked at him oddly.
"Varric, if you're done harassing them…" The red haired guard came back with a wild boar in tow.
"…..Broody, this…"He gestured to the small pile what could fit in the palm of his hand, "wont cook that…" He pointed at the boar.
"Hmm. So it won't." he looked at Hawke.
She stared.
"Wait…you mean me?" sighing, she got up, grabbed her staff, and waved. "Alright, I'll be back in a little while. Don't make Avaline do all the work either, Varric." And with that she walked a small distance away from the came to bust up some boxes or barrels to use the wood to burn.
The dwarf took that time to look over Fenris.
Varric
"So….anything happen?" He asked Fenris. Obviously he was deep in thought. Shaking his head, Varric waved a hand in front of him.
"Hmm…" The elf gave him an annoyed look.
"You and Hawke, any progress?" He winked, making Fenris roll his eyes. Which got a laugh from Avaline.
"Varric, leave him alone. And Hawke said not to make me do all the work." Ginger tossed the boar towards the boys. Varric gave a dramatic huff.
"Just seeing if Broody here has a….thing for our lovely Hawke." Another wink. Fenris knew he wouldn't get out of this useless talk.
"No. And I don't care for your sudden interest."
Varric knew better, but he wouldn't press it. He just gave another dramatic sigh and made his way toward the dead animal in hopes of stopping Avaline's glares.
"….besides…" That perked both Varric and Avaline's interest.
"Fenris, I know you hate magic, I don't care for it either. But if you use that as an excuse to dislike Hawke-" Fenris held up a hand to stop her mid sentence.
"Hawke is a beautiful woman, mage or not. I do not dislike her. I-" Varric stared at him for a moment and realized why he stopped. Hawke was walking back with quiet a bit of wood.
"Woah! Did you take every scrap you could find in a forest?" He gave in mock surprise. Maybe it was getting late, his jokes were falling flat.
A single "Hmph." came from both she and Fenris.
Oh yes, Varric was going to write volumes on this.