How many times had Hawke complained in private? That it was “Boring, tiring, turning mind and body into one lazy slob, politics, Fenris. Magister politics. Sickening. I miss the dragons. Darktown. Even Meredith and Orsino’s couple spats. Didn’t even think the day would come when I’d say that.”
And Fenris would always reach out, fingers touching, eyes looking up, a little desperate to see for himself that Hawke wasn’t too broken from everything.
Those eyes, though. They were still sharp, bright, reflecting the fire out.
That the old Hawke was not gone and buried in Kirkwall.
Laying low was not his style, Hawke said once. Fenris hoped the time would come soon. He had missed seeing the once familiar grin on the man’s face, at home with rain of fire and smoke and blood.
because I still need FenHawke, and uh, that post game Tevinter AU thingie. SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE IT BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I CAN’T SOBS