So if you made it this far, it means you don't completely hate me for that last one, right? Right? I'll give you a couple of silly fills before I try and break your heart again.
Being mean to Merrill...
Merrill stormed past him scowling, eyes blazing with annoyance and the tips of her ears an angry red. She didn't even acknowledge him on her way out of the Hanged Man. That almost wounded his pride.
Hawke raised a brow at the chuckling dwarf at the bar, "You wouldn't happen to know why the most annoyingly cheerful elf I've ever met looked ready to shoot lightning up the ass of the first person who doesn't get out of her way, would you Varric?"
"Maybe I'm a bad man, Hawke, but being mean to Merrill is like drowning a puppy and liking it."