A/N: So, I'm terribly sorry about the lack of an update. And even sorrier to say that Without You is going to probably have to go on hold for a while. I'm wrapping up my senior year of college, and my internship is literally taking up all of my time. I will try harder to find time to hammer out snippets here and there and get something cobbled together, but I'm not sure when it will happen. I've got a long weekend coming up, so maybe look for an update around the 20th of this month (February). In the meantime, here's the bit of Chapter 4 that I have completed as a bit of a teaser to tide you over. And yes, the pun title DOES delight me, thanks for asking.
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Hawke moved smoothly, an unnatural calm in the eye of a hurricane of chaos. Her companions were, for the most part, scrambling about packing up their lives. Aveline was fretting over which keepsakes from her honeymoon she could take and which she could bear to leave behind, and which shields she should take, and which armor would be of most use (". Isabela was hunting for a spare pair of boots, a bottle of Antivan brandy ("Hawke, to leave without one would be a SIN. The Maker would smite us!"), and a scandalous list of mislaid underthings that would have made Bethany blush and Merrill ask awkward questions. Varric was, in his usual way, holding court at the Hanged Man (which had, by hook or crook, survived the fighting), attempting to make contacts and store up information while spreading conflicting rumors about Hawke's fate. Merrill and Bethany had already been smuggled out of the city, despite Bethany's furious protests at still being "treated like a baby. I'm a grown woman, for the Maker's sake!" Meanwhile, Fenris was a relatively calm, if impatient, lurking shadow at Hawke's side, monitoring the madness.
"I fail understand this foolish obsesion with things you have, woman."
"Trust me, Broody, you'll thank me for the delay when, IF, I let you taste the brandy... Once I find it... And my Orlesian silk garters."
A/N part 2: I feel like Isabela would have a different (sexual, because let's face it, it's Isabela after all) nickname for Fenris (the last line there is hers if you didn't catch that), but for the lfie of me I can't think of what it'd be, or if DA2 provides one. Shame on me for it having been entirely too long since I played. If there isn't one, cookies to whomever suggests a good one. Hugs to all my readers and friends on here (especially kurgs and idrawcubes) and hopefully I'll be back soon!