"So, ser Dwarf, before I am off to bed could we play wicked grace or perhaps talk about todays events. I'm sure you have questions." She turned onto her other side so she could help her self sit up, and smiled at Varric whose smile has now faded.

"Well Messere Human..." He said with a smirk, "I would like to know how you pulled the arrow out so quickly and why when we were leaving, you acted like nothing happened."

Hawke chuckled a little, "Messere? I'm not your superior Varric. We're equals."

"Not from what I've seen both before today and today...more so today. You fight like you're leading a small army. The scarier part of that is sometimes you smile about it."

"Oh, you know me Varric, I love all the blood and gore and spider drool." She hinted at the healing hole in her shoulder.

"That's what scares me." He laughed. "So back to my questions..."

"Right, well as you probably noticed the arrow went through to the other side...it was barely sticking out of the front of my shoulder and apparently missed my heart just enough for me to walk away. I jumped towards the next spider but as I was going I used my hand to grab it and drop it quickly."

"Yes but I want to know how you did that so quickly."

"I could teach you if you'd like..."

"It would be useful at times..."

"PERV!" Hawke laughed with repeated 'Ow' sounds.

"Not like that I swear!"

"Oh maker save us! Varric the dwarf swearing he's not a perv. Well tell me Varric, why is it that you talk of holding Bianca so fondly and about how you two have long nights together?" She tried not to laugh and opted for a huge smile.

"Bitch!"

"Ass!"

"You've got me there." He walked over to her and sat at the end of his bed where her feet were almost hanging off. "So, finally why did you fake being okay?"

"I wasn't faking it. I didn't really feel anything off until you started being concerned. I felt funny and I wanted to take a nap really bad." Hawke lightly kicked Varric in the back to get his attention. "What's wrong. You looked like someone kicked your puppy..."

"Maybe it's because someone shot a poisonous arrow at mine." He looked up with a smile and caught a glimpse at Hawke's NOT impressed face. "Uh...well truth is, I had never seen you so weak before. It worried me, and now there is a poison in you that we don't know of or what it was mixed with. I've heard about mages mixing their powers with poison. Some as pranks, some deadly, and some that have various side effect depending on the person. I'm hoping you weren't shot with something like that. Blondie can cure the spider venom easily enough but I think it's going to be a while before we know what hit you. I'll find Sunshine later and tell her what happened."

"Wow, so you DO care." She rested her head on his shoulder. "My head is killing me...so...you were worried about me? Truthfully?"

"Of course! How else was I supposed to get out if there were more spiders!? I'm so fragile Hawke!" Varric faked a pout and puppy eyes.

"You're absolutely pitiful!"

"Madam you wound me! I'm charming, dashing, handsome, intelligent..."

"Okay pitiful and egotistic." Hawke interrupted with a smile.

"Ouch. So, other than the story of Bianca do you have anything you want to ask me?"

"Actually yes, quite a lot of questions. You promise you'll answer them honestly and not like one of your stories?"

"Life is a big story Hawke, one that none of us want the ending to."

She let out a sarcastic sigh, "Fine then what about telling me your favorite color..."

"THAT'S your first question!?" He couldn't help but laugh so much it hurt his stomach.

"Just answer it!"

"Alright alright...I never have given it much thought...probably red."

"Why?"

"I don't know...something about it reminds me of roses."

"Wow, that was actually beautiful!" She gave him a suspicious smirk.

"And deadly if used properly." He smiled back at her. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes I think I would. That should help with the pain and..."

No, I mean like water or tea. I'm sorry Hawke but we don't know what that other poison is so we don't know its reaction to alcohol."

She crossed her arms and turned away with a pout, "You are so damn lucky Anders took my weapons away!"

"So what's the next question Milady?" Varric got up and went to get her a glass of water from the pitcher that was on his table.

"Hmm, I've always kind of wondered...why don't you have a beard? I know Fenris mentioned it and you joked about it with him and by some miracle he even made a joke...but why do you really not have a beard?"

"To be honest I think it looks silly and untamed."

"But a lot of women actually do like beards you know."

"Even if you were one of them, I'm sorry I'm not growing a beard for you. They're too itchy. I did have one...it wasn't braided like Bartrand's I never tied it so I let it hang loose. They told me I had to tie it to look professional in the merchant's guild so I went homed and shaved it. I never went back to having a beard."

"What was the big deal with not tying it?"

"It pulled on my hairs and that hurt more than it itched."

"Well good, I like the stubble."

"Maker! Are you flirting with me Hawke! Alert the chantry!"

"Funny but no. Why would you like me to flirt with you?"

"Funny but no." He gave her another glass of water.

"Okay now you ask me one."

"Alright, Well...uh...have you ever thought of writing?"

"I can write yes."

Varric laughed a deep laugh and looked at Hawke with a smile she hadn't noticed before. "Not what I asked you Hawke but what do you write?"

"I don't write a specific Genre...I write poetry which can be anything."

"Oh wow! Can you do something on the fly?" He was curious now. Maybe it was a rogue thing...maybe rogues became great writers.

"Sure...let's see." She grabbed a piece of paper nearby and a pen..."Here you go read it."

We had fun today that's for sure.

Even with this pain I now have to endure.

Varric almost got eaten by a spider.

He would have become a snack if it opened it's mouth wider.

Earlier today we had a few drinks.

Maybe that's what caused me not to think.

Think what you ask?

That perhaps that arrow in my shoulder was an assassin's task.

He acted quickly and all too smooth.

Now I'm just expecting that's what all writing, rogue, dwarves do.

"Hahaha very funny Hawke, but also very good. Why haven't you written a book yet."

"I have." She smiled waiting for his response

"Really what's it called?"

"I'm not telling you until you tell me why your crossbow is named Bianca."

"Then I guess I'm going to have to search every library." He smiled "So...can I ask you something a bit serious?"

"Sure...that's unusual for you but sure..." She gave a look of concern.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes and no...It feels weird. I know the spider poison has stopped but I think that the other poison is still going through."

"Do you feel sick!?"

"No...I feel almost like I have been drinking a whole bottle of wine and it's just now hitting me..."

"I've never seen you drink wine come to think of it...how do you usually react?"

"I...am more myself than I'd care to admit. No nudity but I become very honest..."

"This should be fun then, but it's getting late...I will bid you goodnight. The bed it all yours."

"Varric last time I check you don't have a couch. just sleep on top of the covers if it bothers you so much! Good night." She turned over and started to fall asleep.

"This is going to be VERY interesting!"


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