I accepted that redesign at record speed even though it is a very strange design due to several reasons but I sure hope my body will look like that when I’m an old, old woman.
Title: I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.
Rating: T
Pairing: Josephine/F!Hawke
Summary: Hawke met Josephine once before.
Notes: I didn’t quite expect this fic to turn out like this or for there to be so much tea. Originally written for the pre-cannon square of my ladiesbingo card but not sure it actually fits. ~6500 words. ~6500 litres of tea.
With all my holiday events finally wrapped up and Listen Closely updated I am back to working on the next chapter of In Dreams Awake, my f!Hawke/Solas post Adamant, post Trespasser Fade… thing
It’s good I swear.
“What are you doing, if I may ask?” There was a humorous lilt to his question, like he already knew the answer and found it amusing.
“Braiding my hair,” she told him plainly.
He snorted. “You call that a braid?”
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if you could do any better. You don’t even have hair.”
