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[undwarfy]

Come here for musebox stuff, PSLs, or post-captcha meme continuation. Put the verse or PSL or whatever in the subject line plz.

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[undwarfy]

"Sure it is, but at what cost?" He asked dramatically. "It's full of... Antivans."

Clearly, such a nightmare could not be borne. He leaned against the railing next to her, attempting to put her at ease with some casual grab-ass.

"Listen, Hawke, you haven't been back since. I have. The city is thirsty as hell for you- in a good way."

[questionablewit]

"You'd better hope I don't tell Josephine you said that," Hawke warned, a smile stealing across her face. Whether from the overly-dramatic tone or the way he groped her ass, who could say? She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and if that conveniently pulled him closer to her breasts, that was just a bonus. Honest.

"That's what I'm afraid of." She made a face. "I'd much rather be notorious for being the lover of the most prolific, popular author in all of Thedas, and skip the part where everyone asks me to rescue their lost cats or clear out the latest nest of undead dragonlings. I could adopt a pseudonym. How about 'Joan'? Think I could pull off being a Joan?"

[undwarfy]

He nuzzled into her sideboob almost casually. "I actually have some thoughts about that. The lost cats and the dragonlings- even though we both know you love getting up to your ass in danger every once in a while."

Varric squeezed her ass affectionately; her shithouse-crazy flair for danger was one of the many things he genuinely loved about her. It made him feel alive, like life wasn't just something that happened to him but something he had to earn, to fight for, to keep keep fighting for. So maybe they'd done a little too much fighting and needed a reprieve- that didn't mean embracing mundanity.

"Every other group has a guild, right? You got cobbler's guilds, cooper's guilds, Merchant's Guilds, and whatever's going on with the mages. Why not start up something for more adventurous types? Give the people of Kirkwall somewhere other than Casa Hawke to go crying to when they need a spider nest cleared out."

[questionablewit]

She laughed and bumped her hip against him, not denying the point. She did love the thrill of a good fight, going unexpected places and finding unexpected trouble. She still did. It was just that these days she preferred to do a little bit less of it, and was more choosy.

Probably meant she was getting old. Ah well.

His idea caught her by surprise enough that she considered it seriously instead of making a wisecrack. "Huh. Some sort of mercenary or fighter's guild? That's an interesting idea."

Interesting enough that she stopped to think about it. Hawke actually had quite a good brain under that hair, when she shut up enough to use it. She could see a number of pros and cons in rapid succession and weigh them up. "Definitely worth thinking about," she said finally. "If you really think the city's going to be glad enough to have me back that they won't set me on fire."

She didn't really think they'd set her on fire, but she did really have trouble believing the city would be as glad to see her as Varric claimed. The jokes about the various tortures that would be imposed on her by blank-faced city officials (under the orders of Seneschal-now-Viscount Bran, of course) had been nonstop since they got on the boat.

Meanwhile, she groped his ass just as blatantly as he groped hers. "My real question is, can I convince you to stay at my place for a while, or am I still going to have to trek down to the Hanged Man whenever I want to see you? I love you, but I'm not sure I love you enough to put up with the noise of nonstop drunken bellowing in the background whenever I want to get some sleep. Or do other things." She pinched him, just to drive the point home. As it were.