It's been three weeks since the fire was rekindled – Since she left his home after their long awaited night of passion. Though, they haven't been seeing a lot of each other of late. You'd thing they'd be on each other's doorstep every night. But, no. The most they have seen of each other is on the battle field, watching backs and causing damage. "Hawke! Watch your left!" The silver haired elf yelled, guarding Hawke from a brutal blow.
"Whoa, Thanks Fenris!" She grinned, while firing a blast of energy toward an oncoming bandit. "Watch yours."
Fenris caught Hawke's smirk out of the corner of his eye, as Varric finished off the remaining enemies. "Now, now, Chuckles – teasing the Elf is my job." Beardless and proud, the Dwarf joked, mounting his trusty cross-bow, Bianca, on his back. "My apologies, Varric," Hawke spoke, sarcasum dripping off every word, " I never realised our roles were allocated."
"Of course they are! How could you forget?! Daisy here keeps us entertained with her naivety; The King of Broodings' title speaks for itself, you, Hawke, are here keep people focused and engage in witty banter, and me? I'm here to be my charming, attentive to detail self. And, that includes mocking the Elf." Varric finished with a smug smile, satisfied.
"I don't brood."
"Naivety? I'm not that slow…"
"Of course not, Daisy, you certainly kill people fast enough."
"I, for one, am quite happy with my role." While pointing out her opinion, Hawke couldn't help but stifle out a small laugh. She enjoyed having her friends around, especially him. That fine, dashing warrior of a Tevinter Elf that could be condemned to burn at the stake with Andraste, for challenging the Magisters with his sex appeal, has been in her thoughts every day since their submission to desire. Their bodies melting into each other, a perfect fit, like they were meant to be – Caressing every crevice of the others' body until every inch of the territory was memorised - A passionate kiss that led to all out seduction.
"Hawke?...HAWKE?!"
Snapping of fingers brought her back to reality. HIS fingers. You could compare her to a tomato. "I apologise." She let out a nervous laugh and fiddled with her fingers. "I was in my own little world."
"Are you sure you're ok, Hawke?" A hand on her forearm and her heart in a choke hold, emerald green eyes flickering with concern. Those same eyes soon held a deviant gleam when noticing her expression.
"Achem, stuffy in here."
"But, we're outside Varric?"
"I know that, Daisy." In fact, he knew about the whole situation. Varric had eyes and ears throughout Kirkwall. The kind natured, merchant cast Dwarf kept tabs on all his friends, and their "significant others". "Let's head back to the city. I'm sure Corff has our usual table lain out for us. Remember? Wicked Grace night? Isabella will be waiting."
"O-Oh yeah," flushed and flustered, the black haired beauty managed to avert her gaze towards her Dwarven companion. "You lot never miss a game"
"Not one yet," Fenris added, a smirk fighting its way upon his lips. A simple sentence playing on his mind as they made their way back to civilisation.
'This is certainly, an interesting turn of events.'
