[Jack fills the little tray of seed just outside the cottage door, waiting for the flocks of starlings and swallows to come racing in to help themselves.] Would one of you do me a kindness? Would one of you ask Wing to come by when he has time ( Read more... )

[Jack spends all day in the kitchen, cooking and fussing. He has the dining room made up with the best china and silver from the shop. He wants everything to perfect for Hawke and his brothers.]

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[Jack leads Hawke to his room and grins, taking the bowl and the strawberries from him. He plucks at the laces off Hawke's tunic] Let me... please, I long for your skin.

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My sweet prince, let me worship. [He whispers, kissing the whorls of Hawke's ears softly as sliding his legs between the elf's ] My beautiful Connor.

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[He locks the front door and takes Connor's hand, leading him upstairs. His room is small and neat with a large bed, a writing desk and an overflowing bookcase.] It's not much but... you're always welcome here. In my bed and my heart.

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[Jack follows suit, stripping to his skin and scars.] Hardly. [He whispers, wrapping his arms loosely around the elf's waist and leaning in the kiss the tilt of his shoulder softly.] I'm just a man. Nothing special.