Ahhhh I love the pictures surveycorporal took from us sooo much! We were all soaked to the bone and quite cold, but I am so happy I could at least take some shots together with bonesonmyface andabessinier ! And so much thanks to Ijdie for being a champ and wanting to take these wonderful pictures whilst she herself was sick and soaked from the rain, thank you!
I want you all to take a look at our badass Fenris who made it to the con despite being ill and despite, well, german bus and despite the bloody weather that had us all soaked! That is one tough little elf! And some day we will take more pics together! Also thanks to surveycorporal from me too bc she went through the same con catastrophy and still took these pics ;n;
This is going to be the angsty start of a series about Hawke and my Inquisitor Lavellan. Albeit here, not being yet inquisitor. Would you like me to turn these into comics? Let me know below.
Enjoy!
Somewhere in the Free Marches, 3 years prior the Temple of Sacred Ashes
The silence settled for a moment between them, the soft hum of the wind the only sound in the meadow. Then, the elf spoke, clutching her staff close to her body.
- You know I have to, Hawke.- Eren insisted. Her eyes were pointed, narrowed, on the patch of grass between the man’s feet.
- Let me come with you at least - His voice always steady, but barely composed.
- You can’t, Hawke. How could I let you? It’s about my clan.
- It is always about your bloody clan! - He cried out - your traditions, your ideas, yourfamily. But them, they don’t care about you! What about our family, Eren?
Eren raised her eyes towards Hawke. He was much bigger than she, cloaked and armed, but in that moment she felt she could shatter him. She saw it in his eyes. She was so angry.
-You go about, Champion of Kirkwall - she spit the title in his face - with your tormented past, looking as if you can just sweep me off my feet, and drag me away from my responsibilities—He stepped heavily towards her, his hands open at his sides as though summoning some kind of energy from the soil beneath him- Don’t! - she interrupted him, her eyes now unfocused with anger. - You can’t see me over that past of yours. So you know what? If you don’t respect me, my culture, if you don’t try, why are you here still?-
-Because! - he grabbed her shoulders, gaping desperately at her - Because you can be my family.
Eren shoved him away.
-YOU HAVE NO FAMILY.
That, that silenced him. And she knew she should have regretted the words, and would, later. But she was tired of him dragging her back into his glorious shadow, over, and over again. And she was actually enjoying making him suffer now, see him bend over the cruel truth hidden behind her words, no matter how much she loved him, she knew it had to be done.
-You keep losing your family. Even before it is born, it seems - She said, while instinctively shifting a hand over her own belly - but you don’t know what it means, still.
She turned away then.
- Go back to your Kirkwall, Champion. Forget about me, and the Lavellan name.
She said, and without looking back, she rode off towards the Dales, to her clan, which she had left for a long time for this man.
And Hawke stood there, the wind now screeching in his ears, nails on glass.
I commissioned @dichordart for my elf-blooded Hawke cuddling with Justice and Anders from my “The Healer and The Bard” series, and I can’t begin to say how much I love this pic ♥ (I’m a sucker for justhanders fluff)
I have a headcanon that Justice isn’t capable of sleeping. That’s part of the reason why Anders is tired all the time. Who wouldn’t get antsy having to stay still for 7-8 hours with nothing to do if you’re not capable of sleep. Justice gets bored, and then he gets restless, and then he accidentally wakes up Anders. So when the three of them start living together (and Garrett finds out about the sleeping issues) he starts buying books for Justice to read to give him something quiet to do while him and Anders sleep. The three of them get into the habit of reading together on their off hours between jobs and writing and adventures.
I’m so glad you like it, and thank you so much for commissioning me!!
Hawke: Isabela left us a letter. Isabela’s Letter: If you’re reading this, I’m dead. And I only have a few things to say: DON’T TOUCH MY STUFF. Isabela’s Letter: No one gets anything! I leave it all to my ghost.
Carver:Beer me! Hawke:What? Carver:Hand me that beer. I always say “beer me.” Gets a laugh, like, a quarter of the time. Hawke:Maker, beer me strength.
Hawke: Oh, Fenris is out with Isabela. You know, rumor has it they haven’t even kissed yet. Varric:What was all that noise in their room if they haven’t kissed yet? That’s weird. Hawke: Stop listening by everyone’s rooms for sex sounds, Varric. Varric: Listen, if I’m not getting it, I wanted to make sure everybody else is getting it. Hawke:Varric, I mean it!
