Hawke - Open to All

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Waking up in unfamiliar territory was a new experience for Hawke, and the first thing he noticed about it was the fact that he wasn't brought back to consciousness by the tongue of an over-enthused dog. As if that should be a priority, he thought ruefully, even as he rolled to the side and ducked behind a pile of stacked stone bricks so he could get a look at the area without being seen. It was jarring to be suddenly relocated, almost like a dream; he'd only just seated himself down in that delightfully cushy chair by the fire in his mansion for a nap, waiting for Isabella to stop by with details for a job she'd mentioned at the Hanged Man the night before. Fully equipped, thank the Maker, which meant he had everything he might need for an escape on hand.

Actually, that was the strangest part about all of this. Why would anyone abduct him only to leave him armed and unguarded in some decrepit old castle? These are either the worst captors in history, or I've been dumped here to kill a dragon for someone.

To be fair, with his reputation (and luck), that was entirely possible.

A series of footsteps at his back makes him twist, dagger half-drawn, but he halts when he comes face to face with a tired and bewildered traveler climbing the hill towards the castle. Footprints in the snow, Hawke noticed, indicate that he'd gone wandering and had come right back. And when he gazed beyond the stranger, he realized why: outside was a vast, dark, nightmarish abyss. Eerily familiar and yet completely alien at the same time.

Frowning, he slid his dagger back into its scabbard and cautiously stood, stepping out into the courtyard. It seemed that this was no simple abduction.

Time to explore- and ask as many questions as he can come up with.

Comments

I'm so sorry for lateness! been packing all week D8

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Hawke couldn't help the groan that escaped between their lips, his fingers dancing over the tough leathers of Fenris's armor. It was all so delightfully familiar; the way the elf's body melded into his like they were meant to, the way their tongues met and reacquainted with more ease than he expected. It was as if the years he had spent waiting, wondering, woefully hoping, had not passed by at all. As if it was the morning after, and the kiss was a follow-up from what they had done the previous night at most.

Perhaps it was because out of any lover he'd had in his lifetime, he'd never felt as strongly as he did for Fenris. He'd always been rather carefree with his affection, something that admittedly had gotten him into trouble a few times. Casual sex was a perfectly acceptable encounter between two people who were willing and eager enough, and it could easily have ended with Fenris that way, too. Something had... stuck, though. In his mind, or perhaps his heart, to be more precise. The thought of letting go had stung a bit, but he'd held his tongue.

Thank the Maker, he didn't have to anymore. There were better things he planned to do with his tongue, going forward.