Hellooooo.
I wrote a little thing! It's a little drabble with fluffy fluff fluff. I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a while and I finally decided to write it out.
I'm just borrowing BioWare's toys as per the usual. Hawke is mine though. Enjoy! :)
It had been so long. He took a deep breath, pressing his nose into her hair. She was here. He squeezed her tightly, unconsciously. He felt her smile into his neck and he could finally exhale. His Hawke was back with him. She had flown away in the night, disappeared into the darkness, making it impossible for him to follow. He had raged and stormed, torn apart all the surrounding area before being forced to accept that she was gone. He channeled his remaining emotions into slaying any slavers unlucky enough to cross his path. It wasn't enough of a distraction. He'd had no idea where she had gone, he'd only had faith that she would come back. And she had. He chuckled, beside himself. She pulled back to look at him, her dark hair slashing across her forehead, shorter than it had been the last time he'd seen her. He pushed it out of her eyes, cradling her face brushing his thumbs across her cheekbones. She was the same, but different. Her armor was more worn than before, her staff battered. But she was the same height, all limbs were accounted for, though maybe more thin than before. All of her freckles were still in place, her eyes the same shade of gray. He was soon distracted, however. His fingers trailed down her cheek to her jaw and traced a pale line that had appeared there. He frowned; it wasn't the sort of line that appears on one's face as a result of the passage of time.
"What?" She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his wrist lovingly and leaned her head into his hand.
"This wasn't there before." He said, his eyes finding hers, looking sad.
"It was an arrow that strayed a little too close to me for my liking." She smiled as she said it, as though it was the smallest occurrence. But no, it had changed her; this small pucker in her skin was a marker of his absence. He had not been there to prevent it. His mouth became set in a harsh line, his serious gaze boring into her happy face.
"I should've been there." His serious tone made her face drop. She looked back at him in a way he had never experienced and he shifted beneath its weight. He wondered if this is how everyone else felt beneath the Champion's scrutiny. She stepped away from him, holding on loosely to his hand.
"No. Then it would've been you who had been too close to an arrow for my liking." That was it. That was the thing that did it. He had been without her for too long. He yanked her to him with a quick snap of his arm, kissing her in a way that made up for every second of their separation. He made it clear that he would not have her gone from his side one second longer than was necessary and she responded in kind. After a moment she made a small noise and pulled back from him slightly.
"I've missed you too." She said this with an intoxicating smile and he was lost again. He kissed her, unable to contain himself. He ran his thumb over the scar on her jaw again, thinking he'd rather like to find any other scars she had accumulated while she was gone and make up for them as well. If he could not be there to prevent them, he must be there to make up for their existence.