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The Whole Story

A tale spanning Dragon Age 2 and Inquistion, prehaps even beyond.

Introduction

Varric meets a fan

Age of the Dragon 9:38

"Well dwarf," The Seeker sneered, making the word sound like a curse, "I will need to confirm everything that you have told me, but know this - if I find out you have not told me the complete story..." The Seeker turned on her heel and stormed away, the door slamming and the sound of her boots echoing as she walked away.
Varric was left alone for the first time in what felt like years, he waited until he could no longer hear the clank of her boots then gave a sigh of relief. He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing at the greasy feel of it, how long had it been since he had been clean? Slumping more comfortably in the chair, his hand touched a welt, making him wince; a "gift" from one of the Seeker's friends. To be fair, Varric did bash the guard's nose in, but the human had touched his beloved crossbow, Bianca, without permission. That just couldn't slide. Cassandra was lucky he was feeling generous, well that and if he was a smidgen more honest, he also needed to make sure someone defended Hawke. Maker knew that choirboy Sebastian wouldn't, and everybody else had gone their separate ways after Hawke was forced on the lam.
Varric's face darkened a little, before pulling what looked to be a pocket watch from one of his duster's inner pockets, opening it to reveal a picture of his 'sainted' mother as well as his timepiece. A twist of the dial, a single short press followed by a pull, the watch detached from the back to reveal a lock of silvery hair with odd black, almost blue, tips, and a picture of a young woman with two coloured eyes.
Varric gazed at the picture, stroking the hair idly. The woman wore a bright red scarf that covered her chin, her faintly tanned skin almost ivory, unpainted pink lips barely showing over the scarf. The woman's hair was loose, almost scruffy showing she could not be bothered with such frivolous things like bejewelled combs as his normal dalliances used to wear. But her hair was like moonlight against her skin, with a hint of blue-black at the very tips, like a silver fox's fur.
Foxy Hawke, he remembered calling her that once, after she had cut her hair to prove, one and for all, that it was her real hair colour, and ended up with her knuckles digging into his skull while everyone guffawed at the name and sight. It also began his habit of calling her "The Vixen" in more private settings. Varric gave an absent minded chuckle, remembering, his eyes landing again on her striking eyes.
The artist had done a fantastic job considering Varric could not get Hawke to come for a single sitting. The fact the man had even noticed Hawke's bi-coloured eyes was a testament to the artist's skill. Most people either said she had glacial blue eyes or demonic gold eyes that burned like fire, not noticing they were only half right.
People never noticed anything past the fact she was a pretty girl, with almost frail looking features. They couldn't see she had stupidly long and thick lashes, a heart shaped face with soft, sweet lips that gave a smile people would die to see, that melted even a Qunari's heart, hidden strength in those small delicate hands...
Hold it together, Tethras... Varric scolded himself, closing the watch with a snap. He held it tight for several long moments, simply trying to collect himself, then gave a tired sigh and allowed himself to remember the things he didn't tell the Seeker... things she couldn't or wouldn't be able to find out...

Welcome to the very start of story that's been needing to be told! If you've glanced at this before and notice something different, that's because I came to the realization I can't just throw 35k worth of words into one section and call it done. This has become an Epic, and must be treated as such. I hope you enjoy the ride, its going to be a long one!