DA2 fic. Again.
Mar. 25th, 2011 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tehluggageMan, the plot bunnies for this fandom will not leave me alone. The epic plotting of a Hawke siblingverse certainly doesn't help, but this is not that fic. Thank god.
DA2 slice of life ficlet, feat. Rob Hawke.
It’s become a weekly tradition by now, their nights at the Hanged Man, and Rob loves it. Aveline, Merrill and Isabela all make the time to meet up with Rob and ignore the outside world for a time.
They show up, one by one, and each makes her way to their table in the corner, reserved and prepared by Corff, albeit with some direction from Isabela. Direction meaning, she stands over at the bar and hollers at Corff to move the glass a little more to the left, no right, back, left again, perfect!
The drinks flow freely, helped along by Varric’s bottomless pockets and longstanding tab, and any talk of weighty manners is banned. This is a night for laughing, for ribald stories to make Merrill blush, for Aveline and Isabela to banter back and forth in that way that makes Rob wonder if they will ever actually acknowledge their deep friendship, and for all of them to forget about the problems outside of this warm, musty tavern, just for a while.
It doesn’t last forever, of course, and eventually last call comes, and it’s time to head home. Aveline is the first to leave, meeting Donnic just outside the door, and they head back to the barracks hand-in-hand and oblivious to everything but each other.
Merrill eventually decides to wander back to the Alienage, and while she goes alone, Varric has a quiet word with one of his minions, and Rob knows that Merrill will have several shadows to see her safely to her door.
Isabela stays, of course, ready to drink the rest of the night away, swapping increasingly ridiculous stories with Varric. Rob leaves them laughing uproariously, trying to see who has the best Idiot Noble story.
She leaves the Hanged Man, enjoying the warm night air, and a shadow detaches itself from the wall to accompany her. Fenris walks with her, all the long way up to Hightown, and never a word is said. Rob doesn’t know where they stand as a couple, it’s a giant ugly mess of attraction and responsibilities and history, and not one that will be unraveled tonight, but Fenris has her back tonight. He walks close to her, close enough to be mistaken for lovers by anyone out so late, but he scrupulously maintains enough distance so that they never accidentally brush up against the other. It’s hard for Rob, to be so close, but she’ll take it, especially when compared to his polite, distant self during the day.
They arrive at the Hawke estate, and Rob heads inside, feeling the weight of Fenris’ gaze the entire way, until she is safe inside.
She treasures these nights, and everything about them, holds them close to her heart as defense against the increasing pressure of the world outside, proof that there’s still room for silly stories, pink drinks with tiny umbrellas in them and silent walks on a warm summer night.
DA2 slice of life ficlet, feat. Rob Hawke.
It’s become a weekly tradition by now, their nights at the Hanged Man, and Rob loves it. Aveline, Merrill and Isabela all make the time to meet up with Rob and ignore the outside world for a time.
They show up, one by one, and each makes her way to their table in the corner, reserved and prepared by Corff, albeit with some direction from Isabela. Direction meaning, she stands over at the bar and hollers at Corff to move the glass a little more to the left, no right, back, left again, perfect!
The drinks flow freely, helped along by Varric’s bottomless pockets and longstanding tab, and any talk of weighty manners is banned. This is a night for laughing, for ribald stories to make Merrill blush, for Aveline and Isabela to banter back and forth in that way that makes Rob wonder if they will ever actually acknowledge their deep friendship, and for all of them to forget about the problems outside of this warm, musty tavern, just for a while.
It doesn’t last forever, of course, and eventually last call comes, and it’s time to head home. Aveline is the first to leave, meeting Donnic just outside the door, and they head back to the barracks hand-in-hand and oblivious to everything but each other.
Merrill eventually decides to wander back to the Alienage, and while she goes alone, Varric has a quiet word with one of his minions, and Rob knows that Merrill will have several shadows to see her safely to her door.
Isabela stays, of course, ready to drink the rest of the night away, swapping increasingly ridiculous stories with Varric. Rob leaves them laughing uproariously, trying to see who has the best Idiot Noble story.
She leaves the Hanged Man, enjoying the warm night air, and a shadow detaches itself from the wall to accompany her. Fenris walks with her, all the long way up to Hightown, and never a word is said. Rob doesn’t know where they stand as a couple, it’s a giant ugly mess of attraction and responsibilities and history, and not one that will be unraveled tonight, but Fenris has her back tonight. He walks close to her, close enough to be mistaken for lovers by anyone out so late, but he scrupulously maintains enough distance so that they never accidentally brush up against the other. It’s hard for Rob, to be so close, but she’ll take it, especially when compared to his polite, distant self during the day.
They arrive at the Hawke estate, and Rob heads inside, feeling the weight of Fenris’ gaze the entire way, until she is safe inside.
She treasures these nights, and everything about them, holds them close to her heart as defense against the increasing pressure of the world outside, proof that there’s still room for silly stories, pink drinks with tiny umbrellas in them and silent walks on a warm summer night.
