RP: Anders

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

Hawke's first day in Skyhold involved sleeping like the dead in Varric's bed. The second, mostly like the dead. She woke a few times to drink water until she thought she would burst, eat a few bites of something that was safe for her stomach, and curl back up.

The note to Anders had simply asked him to check in on her, and she was sleeping when he did, Varric stepping away while there was another familiar face to watch her.

She had her head buried under a pillow, arm pinning it tightly to hide her face, fingers twitching as she dreamed. Her thin wrist was about all that could be seen, scars lining the back of her hand, disappearing under the shirt up her arm.

Mostly she was just a bony lump under a heavy quilt, curled into a ball in the middle of the bed.

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[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders wasn't quite sure what to do with that.

"Erm. Well. Your version of me is an idiot." He blinked several times and turned red. "I mean. Your version of all our friends, clearly."

His gaze flicked to her lips. They were nice lips. A shade or two darker than Jicosa's, more heart-shaped but still rather remarkably similar. The same sort of crinkles around the corners from too many bad jokes, if more pronounced.

Aaand he was definitely not thinking about kissing this version of the woman he'd loved for years. Maker's breath, this place was getting to him. He coughed.

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"Stop thinking about kissing your dear adopted mother on the mouth, Anders." Hawke reached over and nudged him with a loosely balled fist, eyes sparkling with humor, a slight blush to her cheeks. She shook her head, causing her shaggy hair, a little stringy from her time in the bed, falling into her eyes. She yawned again. "Do you think Varric is heading back soon?" She frowned at his chair faintly, eyes dipping and then flashing open again.

(OOC: Gotta head to bed pretty soon)

[thecryoftheseagulls]

"Eww. Gross, Hawke. You really need to stop calling yourself that. You know I'm older than you, right?"

He glanced at Varric's chair and then the door. "Might be a while," he admitted. "He was going to go and look after some of the others while I sat with you. And it looks like you could use more sleep, missy. Are you hungry? I can go and get you something."

(OOC: Sounds good. I'll be around tomorrow :))

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"It's a medical and magical marvel, how such a beautiful, vibrant young woman can have such a grumpy old man for a son." Hawke curled onto her side, smirking. "No, just tired. Could you stay? Until I'm asleep, or he gets back?" She was silent for a long moment, blinking slowly, and plainly going down fast, like a toddler kept up way past bedtime, muttering, "Shh, s'fine. S'real."

(OOC: G'Night. If you want to have any kind of IC conversation between Hawke and Anders about Meredith I figure him perusing the journal while she's asleep and waking her up with a Justice-splosion will work nicely. :D)

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders settled the blankets over her and tucked her in.

"I'll stay till you wake up or he comes back, sweetheart. Not going anywhere." He hesitated a moment and then bent to press a kiss to her temple, murmuring, "It's real, I promise."

When she'd fallen asleep, he climbed off the bed, moved to drag the chair a bit close and sat down to keep watch.

(OOC: Ooh, I like the way you think. We may have to do that :D Night!)