So I'm assuming if you are here reading this, you must like something about my story so far...am I right? :D Hopefully things are turning towards everyone's liking. Please, please feel free to send me any comments or suggestions. - C
Hawke ended up slumping into Gamlen's in the wee hours of the morning. She could hardly keep her eyes open. Whether it be from the booze or just being out right exhausted there was only one thing that was calling her name. She opened the door to her room and saw that Bethany was asleep in the bunk above her bed. She began to slip off one of her boots, being careful not to wake her. Caboose ran over and hopped onto the bed barking happily to Hawke.
"Caboose! Shut it!" she whispered, though it was anything but quiet.
"Mmm, Hawke?" Bethany lifted her head up looking at her, "Where are you going?"
She froze for a moment thinking about her next move. If she went to bed now, more than likely Bethany would tell their mother at what hour she slipped in. He mother would put together that she was out drinking all night instead of at home sleeping like she should had been. It wasn't really an argument she had the time or patience for right now. She groaned under her breath, shoving her boot back on again.
"I'm going out." she said while shoving her armor into a nearby potato sack.
"Really sister, you shouldn't-"
Hawke had let the door close behind her before she could say anymore. She walked to dark town, making her way towards Anders clinic. His lamp wasn't lit, which meant he wasn't taking any patients at this time. So either he was gone or asleep. She opened the clinic door quietly peering into the darkness, Anders sat at his desk asleep with a quill in his hand and papers scattered about. She closed the door softly behind her and walked over to his desk placing her things by a nearby cot. She grabbed one of the packs of papers examining it.
"Anders manifesto..." she read the title. Briefly thumbed through the rest of it, she rolled her eyes setting it back down onto the desk.
"No...blasted - Templars.." He was muttering in his sleep as if he read her mind.
She smiled at him, "I see your plight never ends Anders"
In the short amount of time he had become one of her favorite people in this world. Whether it was drinking obscene amounts of liquor or fighting side by side...he was a true friend. Hawke didn't really have many of those, but since coming to Kirkwall a lot has changed in her life. She grabbed a blanket that was near by and draped it over him.
Hawke yawned loudly as she made her way back over to the cot, slowly easing herself down onto it. Never had she thought a cot of all things could feel this good. Her aching body felt relief finally, all except the burning cuts on her back of course, but she was too drunk to give a crap either way.
She cuddled up into a little ball letting out a long and relived hum, and was out like a light.
Anders woke up to an empty clinic or so he thought. It was late afternoon from what he could tell. He made some coffee and was getting things ready for the day, when he heard a loud snore come from the cot by his desk. He went over to it expecting to find a patient who wandered in during the night. He tripped over the bag of armor, stubbing the hell out of his foot. "What in the Maker loving green earth was that?"
"Sorry Blondie" Hawke's voice came softly.
Anders looked towards her voice and could see her pearly whites even in the dark. "I see Varric's rubbing off on you" he picked up his mug and took a sip.
"Mmmm, maybe." she walked over from the bathing chamber in her tight fitting under armor clothing. Anders blushed at the sight of her. Her dark hair was long and beautiful and still dripping from her bath Her bangs clung to her face. She toweled her hair dry as she looked at him. Her cuts began to feel like they were on fire. She made a small noise out of discomfort, cringing slightly.
"Here let me take a look at that." He said while pouring Hawke some coffee. He handed her the mug and she took a sip giving him an annoyed look, setting the towel down on the table next to her.
"You didn't seen enough last night?"
Anders kept his mug to his face pretending he hadn't heard what she had said. He didn't even want to think about that night. Thinking of Fenris being there watching over her made his blood boil. It should have been him caring for her. "Just let me help you Hawke. I've seen plenty of women bare chested to last a lifetime, I'm sure yours are no different." He laughed as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Alright, but I swear if I feel uncomfortable at any point you're dying a painfully slow death." She pointed at him giving a very stern look.
"I'll make a mental note." He laughed. He rummaged around his desk until he found some bandages and salve he closed the drawer and looked up at her. Hawke had her back to him and took off her shirt in one swift motion. Her back was slightly bloodied. The cuts ran from her left shoulder down to her right hip bone. There were 3 in total. He didn't know how she survived that honestly, but she was Hawke after all. If anyone could make it out of a nest of dragons and live to tell the tale it was defiantly her. She was too stubborn to die.
She sat down on the cot with her back still facing him, sipping on her coffee slowly. He went over to her and set the supplies on the cot. He placed his hands on her shoulders. He examined her wounds. The area from where the claw had once been lodged into her shoulder was a fresh burst of pink and was still raw to his touch, but overall healed. "They've improved by a lot compared to where it started from..." He trailed off as she leaned her face into his right hand that was resting on her shoulder. He looked at the contact between her cheek and his hand. He didn't know what to do.
He rubbed his thumb along her shoulder soothingly...or what he thought was soothingly. He stared at her freckled shoulders and returned his eyes back to the task at hand. This was the wrong time to be thinking anything other than helping Hawke now, to make sure she was fine. "Sorry about last night Hawke." he said trying to break the silence.
"Sorry? Sorry about what? Catching a glimpse of my goodies?" she asked looked at him over her shoulder.
"No..." he laughed smally. So she hadn't heard him and Fenris arguing, it might have been for the better that way. "I just felt the need to apologize."
"So...am I going to live?"
Anders chuckled. "Yes, I won't heal it anymore however, your body needs to heal itself. Otherwise it will begin to depend on magic to do the healing for you."
She nodded in reassurance.
"The stitches need to stay in for a few more days however..that middle gash is by far the biggest." He took some of the salve rubbing it on her wounds. In some places it had already began to scab over, which was defiantly a good sign. He asked her to lift her arms and he began to wrap her up with the bandages. He blushed deeply when his hands brushed up again her chest by accident, Hawke's shoulders stiffening slightly. He kept working and ignore the small tingling in his gut. When he was finished, she stood up replacing her shirt.
"I hope I'm not being rude, but I have somethings to take care of with Aveline today" She started putting on her armor, but was having problems buckling a few buckles on the sides.
"You can sleep off hangovers anytime you want too Hawke." Anders chuckled walking over to her to help her with the buckles.
"Thank you Anders, for everything." She turned to him and smiled sheepishly at him. She gave him a swift kiss on the cheek, drained her coffee, and left.
His cheek still felt warm from the touch of her lips, even long after she was gone.
Here Hawke was, not even a day later from her near death experience, fighting with a group of thieves to save guardsman Donnic. Not of her own accord, but Aveline's. In which Hawke would do just about anything for that woman.
Her back seared with pain, as she sliced and diced her way through the crowd. An archer launched an arrow at her. She knocked it away gracefully jumping into the air, managing to get behind the archer. She stabbed both daggers into his back and removed them quickly. She scanned the area for anymore opponents, but her companions had already taken care of them.
Aveline ran over to Donnic helping him up. She seemed flushed as she talked to him and so unlike herself as he called her a beautiful sight. Hawke returned her blades and walked over to Varric, crossing her arms in front of her. She leaned against the wall carefully. She felt light headed from the pain in her back, but chose to ignore it. "You think we should go over there?" she mused at the two guards.
"Don't be cruel Hawke, let them have their moment." Varric laughed placing Bianca on his back again.
"What moment is that?" Merrill asked innocently.
Hawke laughed standing up from the wall unable to look at the two any longer. Having a relationship with someone was far beyond Hawke's reach no matter how she looked at it. Seeing other people able to achieve that level of things made her feel weird inside. The word jealous came to mind, but she shook her head at the thought of it. Jealousy wasn't in her vocabulary anymore...she had her family and that was enough, it had to be.
"Daisy, do we have to explain the birds and bees to you now of all times?" Varric smiled to her.
"Explain them to me? I could just got to the forest and see those, it's nothing to need explaining Varric."
Hawke and Varric exchanged a quizzical look for a moment and began to bust out laughing.
"Oh Daisy, you shame me with your innocence." Varric wiped some small tears forming in his eyes.
Aveline and Donnic came over to them.
"Serah Hawke, thank you for you assistance. I don't even want to think of what would have happened to me if you hadn't arrived." Donnic said gratefully.
Aveline was beaming at him. Never had Hawke seen her this way since...well never actually.
"I'm at your service." Hawke took a bow. She noticed the satchel that started this whole mess and began digging into it.
"The captain said this to route was supported to be pretty quiet..." he huffed trying to catch his breath.
"The seal of the vicount? Office details...city accounts?" She question.
"Everything a guild of thieves could need to take over Kirkwall" Varric shook his head at the thought.
"A sacrificial delivery with one of our own? Captain Jeven will answer for this." Aveline's eyebrows knitted together in anger.
"Let's pay the Captain a visit then." Hawke smiled to Aveline.
"Its almost dark you two. How about you take Donnic home Aveline and we'll pick this up in the morning?" Varric questioned.
Aveline gave him a nod and turned to Hawke. "In the morning then?"
"You know I wouldn't miss the chance to watch you wipe away the filth from this town, not even for a hill of gold."
Aveline smiled at the thought, "I always can count on you Hawke."
They all said their goodbyes and Hawke and Varric walked in the same direction for awhile till they got to a fork in the road leading either to High town or the Hanged man. There had been something plaguing her mind...well more of a someone.
"I have to go take care of something Varric, I'll catch up with you later." She gave him a quick slap to the back making him smile.
"Going to see Broody, I take it?"
Hawke dropped her arms and began to say something, but decided against it. Her eye began to twitch out of annoyance.
"Common Hawke, it's written all over you face." He laughed, "and I was just guessing but your reaction gives everything away."
"I'll see you tomorrow" was all she said as she stalked away.
"Tell him I said hi...Oh! Oh! and don't forget to do that sway you do with your hips. That gets 'em every time."
Hawke stopped for a brief moment and continued walking while flipping Varric off over her shoulder. Which in turn made him bust out laughing. She rolled her eyes at how obnoxious he was being, a small smile playing on her lips. She was slightly surprised at how well he could read her now. The sun was beginning to drift down slowly as she walked to Fenris's mansion, she just hoped he was home to give him a proper apology for yesterday.
This one was fairly short, I promise to make up for it next chapter! Speaking of next chapter It will happen in Fenris's point of view on what happened after Hawke stormed out of the bedroom after flashing most (but not all) of her lovely lady lumps. Just so no one gets confused. Anyways, thanks for reading :3