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Put on your sexy bootsrhiannon87June 7 2011, 18:32:38 UTC
It is, in Isabela’s estimation, entirely too early to be conscious, much less… oh, Maker’s blood, Hawke is bouncing.
“No.”
“Come on!” Hawke pleads, hopping from foot to foot in the doorway of Isabela’s room in the Hanged Man. “It’ll be an adventure.”
“I had enough of an adventure last night, thank you.” A thought occurs to her, and she raises her head hopefully. “Is Anders out there with you?” Sparkle-fingers could get rid of the headache, at least.
“No.” Hawke pauses. “Not yet. We could go get him! He needs more adventure!”
Isbaela’s of the opinion that Anders needs many things (including a damn good lay, preferably by Hawke, because if the looks get any more smoldering someone is going to spontaneously combust), but adventure is not one of them. Being half-abomination seems like more than enough adventure already. But if they go to Anders’s clinic, she could probably whine and pout her way into a healing spell.
She sighs and forces herself to sit up. “Oh, fine. You win.”
Hawke claps gleefully. “Put on your sexy boots, then, and let’s go!”
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1. A good man goes to war 2. It's mine. I slept there. 3. Would you like me to repeat the question?
A good man goes to wartersaJune 7 2011, 22:27:16 UTC
He tightened the strap on his vambrace and paused, memory washing over him of another time and place.
“Sebastian,” Marian had said with annoyance, “they have Bethany, will you please let me help you with your armor so we can get going?”
Her hands had been warm on his skin as she placed the pieces, unintentional caresses that still set fire to his loins and brought a blush to his cheeks.
She’d patted his cheek before putting on her helmet and marching out of the Chantry
He sighed.
“Your grace?” the man near the door asked with uncertainty.
The Prince of Starkhaven turned to face him. “Tell the men we’re ready. We move out within the hour.”
PROMPTS: - Only the good die young - We left as inmates of an asylum - You used to call me paranoid
“No.”
“Come on!” Hawke pleads, hopping from foot to foot in the doorway of Isabela’s room in the Hanged Man. “It’ll be an adventure.”
“I had enough of an adventure last night, thank you.” A thought occurs to her, and she raises her head hopefully. “Is Anders out there with you?” Sparkle-fingers could get rid of the headache, at least.
“No.” Hawke pauses. “Not yet. We could go get him! He needs more adventure!”
Isbaela’s of the opinion that Anders needs many things (including a damn good lay, preferably by Hawke, because if the looks get any more smoldering someone is going to spontaneously combust), but adventure is not one of them. Being half-abomination seems like more than enough adventure already. But if they go to Anders’s clinic, she could probably whine and pout her way into a healing spell.
She sighs and forces herself to sit up. “Oh, fine. You win.”
Hawke claps gleefully. “Put on your sexy boots, then, and let’s go!”
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1. A good man goes to war
2. It's mine. I slept there.
3. Would you like me to repeat the question?
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“Sebastian,” Marian had said with annoyance, “they have Bethany, will you please let me help you with your armor so we can get going?”
Her hands had been warm on his skin as she placed the pieces, unintentional caresses that still set fire to his loins and brought a blush to his cheeks.
She’d patted his cheek before putting on her helmet and marching out of the Chantry
He sighed.
“Your grace?” the man near the door asked with uncertainty.
The Prince of Starkhaven turned to face him. “Tell the men we’re ready. We move out within the hour.”
PROMPTS:
- Only the good die young
- We left as inmates of an asylum
- You used to call me paranoid
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