RP: Varric

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

The world was getting less real.

Hawke knew that it wasn't supposed to be really real, but she had been waiting for Varric to come back for... days. She knew it was more than a few. Because she had eaten, bathed, slept, woke and he hadn't been there. He'd insisted he was going to be there when she woke up and he hadn't.

Anders had, and for that she was grateful, sure, but he was a busy-body with a nose that was too big and a stupid coat and she could only take so much of his smirking. He had the absolute worst smirk.

She hadn't left the room much after the first day or two. She was still kitten-weak, and she was struck with the sudden fear it wouldn't be where she left it, and once she was back inside she was sure (even if it was completely mad and even she knew that) that if she opened the door she'd see Nightmare's thousand thousand eyes staring back at her.

Dying alone, that was one of Hawke's big ones, the big fears, and aside from the journal and the occasional check-in from Anders bringing her food or water, she was terribly alone. Spending time curled into a nest in Varric's bed, wearing one of his spare shirts, was about the dumbest thing she could think of when she bothered to really examine her choices.

But there she was, napping in a pile of blankets, wearing the shirt that didn't fit at all, refusing to think. He'd said he'd be there, he'd be there. She pulled the pillow tighter over her head.

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[varricmod]

It could be.

It could also be very, very bad.

Varric tipped his head back, breaking that strange, breathless tension, and laughed. "True," he said. "Except I'm getting old; I'm happy with some ale, a plugged-up hole in the sky, a fire and a good book. All this change shit is bad on the bones."

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"Old. Right." Hawke felt like her stomach was going to fall out through her feet and onto the floor and roll under the bed. "Throw in a couple of pretty dwarven barmaids to impress with your stories and that does sound a lot more like your happy ending than a nug farm in Antiva." She patted his chest gently. "You deserve all of that."

[varricmod]

"You're coming along, whichever way it goes." He was firm on that.

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"Well, that's decided then." It might never be more, but like Hawke had told Anders, she wasn't willing to risk what she had for wild hopes and the kinds of dreams that kept a girl alive when demons were at her door.

[varricmod]

Varric tilted his head to look at her again. "You need sleep?"

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

Hawke shrugged a little and then shifted away to stretch like a cat. "I could sleep." She probably could too. She was still recuperating from all that running and fighting and dying, but she'd also been just napping for days. "If you're tired. Unless you want me to go. Because it isn't like I want to sit here and watch you sleep because that would be weird."

[varricmod]

"What?" Varric teased. "You don't think I'm pretty enough to watch sleep? I've been watching you for days."

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"I know you're pretty enough. What if I was suddenly overcome with how pretty you are and then you woke up and--" Hawke gasped in horror, "--I'd braided flowers into all that gorgeous hair." She reached up and tugged a piece of it where he'd let it lose before climbing into bed. "So, you know, if you don't want me here thinking about which colors go best with your eyes, you should give me the boot in the ass."

She smirked. This was firmer ground. "Of course then I'm going to stumble over a barrel of daggers and who knows what will happen after that."

[varricmod]

"I'm willing to take that risk, especially if the alternative is having you rummage around for barrels of daggers and torn trousers."

Varric leaned closer, snagging Hawke around the waist again and pulling her back into the nest of covers. "Sleep," he said, spooned up behind her, forehead pressed against the nape of her neck. "And keep those long human legs to yourself."

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"Is there a torn trouser barrel? Where is it? How big of a barr--" Hawke broke off as Varric's arm looped around her waist and she slid up against him like she fit there. Well, except for all the parts that were overflow. Like legs apparently.

"Yeah, wouldn't want you getting leg cooties. Who knows what would happen." She snuggled down, her own arm draping over his, hand falling to trace his knuckles with idle brushes of her sensitive fingers, mapping scars and creases.

[varricmod]

"The dwarf lay there, wondering how it was possible for the Champion to be talking even as she tried to sleep," he muttered against her hair, twitching his fingers around until they were sort-of almost holding hands.

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"The dwarf is going to be really thrilled when the Champion talks while she sleeps," Hawke grumbled affably, letting her fingers curl with his as she blinked slower, then yawned.

[varricmod]

"If she's going to be spilling her darkest secrets, he will be overjoyed."

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"M'flattered you think I've got secrets you don't already--" Hawke broke off to yawn again, let out a little sigh before continuing, "--know."

[varricmod]

"Guess we'll find out." He closed his eyes, settling in comfortably. "G'night, sweetheart."

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

"Mmm, s'nice."

Turned out, all she needed was her trusty dwarf at her back to keep the nightmares at bay.