Characters: Hawke, Anders, anyone else who tries to lever Hawke out of her room
Location: Hawke's room! And just outside it
Planet: Coruscant
When: After Aveline's death
What:Hawke has locked herself in her room and is ignoring the world. Feel free to stop by and bang on the door, although she may or may not reply :'D Action or prose okay!
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Still, by the evening Anders was thoroughly fed up with slinking around the clinic, unable to do more than maybe make a few people feel a little better before the disease just kicked their asses some more. With a sigh he left, ditching his mask and making his way towards the apartments- Hawke's apartment. He was just checking up, honest. He liked Hawke, she was ( ... )
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She breaks the kiss for a moment, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes before her arms draw from about his neck to his shoulders, pushing him slowly back onto the bed with her straddling his hips. That done, she leans down to kiss him again for the umpteenth time, enjoying the sensation far too much to consider doing otherwise.
It's some time later - he was very good, if somewhat unfamiliar - when she finds herself naked and draped over his chest, satisfied and avoiding thinking of the greater implications of what they'd just done. She keeps her eyes shut, head resting on his shoulder as her mouth runs ahead of her ( ... )
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Then again this whole thing had been a somewhat new, learning experience- or a horrible mistake, he couldn't tell. The whole time he had been worried more about her feelings getting twisted, though now he was starting to realize that his own were being turned in their own way. She was fascinating to him, he knew that from the moment they met and she had said whatever snarky, slightly sad thing it was she said and now, well... he was getting too caught up in the ideas her stories gave him, of things ( ... )
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She gives an amused snort of her own at his comments, throwing a leg lazily over his. It occurs to her that he may want to leave, however, and the jolt of panic that shoots through her takes her by surprise. Her fingers clench slightly, involuntarily against his stomach where her hand had been idly resting before she forces it to relax. She knows herself well enough to realise that being alone with her thoughts and her actions right now is a very, very bad idea. "You had best not complain," she manages to say, and in her opinion quite successfully achieves a casual tone. "You ( ... )
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"Oh I know, I know. One of the better perks of being a mage- besides the electricity thing. Honestly they should teach that at the tower, it has far more practical uses than rambling about Elvorn's Grande Bestiary for hours on end." He quips, letting his hand rest on her shoulder now. "As for your feelings please assure them I have nothing but glowing praise for your talents."
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Her hand leaves his stomach and comes up to rest lightly over his on her shoulder. The term 'glowing praise' brings a twitch of a smile to her lips, but she supposes it doesn't really apply here. "My feelings have been appropriately assuaged, for the time being, she reassures him. It's sort of the truth.
She falls silent for a moment, listening to the sound of their breathing. She'd done this before, countless times, but that had been normal, usual. This was anything but usual. There's something she wants to ask, can feel it rising in her throat, but that unusualness chokes her a little. There's only one person she's used to being vulnerable in front of, and this isn't him. Not really. Not yet, at least. This is, however, something that she thinks she really needs, and perhaps a moment of ( ... )
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When she speaks again, asking him to stay in so many words he feels a bit at a loss. Admittedly it would probably be easier if he simply left- easier for him most likely. He wasn't entirely sure what to feel about all these feelings, and the long trained part of him that knew the best, fastest and easiest ways to flee was tugging at the edge of his mind.
Still, when he glanced over he couldn't help but wonder when the last time she slept had been, the healer part of him fretting over the stress of it. Or maybe it was just the large part of him that was incredibly fond of her. Anders was a smart man, maybe not in social situations but even he could tell this was probably one of those decisions, the one that set you on a certain path and kept you on it. Or maybe ( ... )
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He answers her query, though, after a brief moment of silence, and some muscles relax that she didn't know had been tensed in the first place. "I apologise, you did say that, didn't you?" She smirks at him, eyes dipping shut for a moment as he brushes her hair aside before she manages to open them again. "I guess a few things must have happened in between that made it slip my mind." She stifles a yawn. "Well. If you're saying it as a healer, I suppose I must oblige."
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"I forgive you, next time I'll aim for a more dramatic declaration- maybe wait for some thunder to punctuate it and everything." He answers, shifting his head to a more comfortable position. For sleeping. How did he end up sleeping next to a very naked Hawke exactly? Oh right, not dwelling on all that. "A good patient, how rare." He murmurs, smirk tugging at his lips again. "Good night Hawke."
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Half asleep turns to entirely asleep as her body shifts on automatic, curling into his side and finally, for the first time in days, relaxing.
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He closes his own eyes, easing some of the tension he hadn't even realized he had been holding. Maker knew she'd be throwing herself at something sharp and dangerous tomorrow, he wondered how his future self dealt with it. Maybe he wrote manifestos on the subject. He couldn't help an amused exhale at the thought.
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