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[otiosity]

You've reached Hawke! Leave a message on this thing that I don't even remotely understand and I'll fumble my way to figure out how to answer your most important request.

Probably.

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[otiosity]

You're not supposed-

[Hawke makes a choking nose when he attacks her nose with the tissue before trying to swat him away. She knows he's just having a go at her. At the suggestion of moving to their room, she yawns and nods, standing up to stumble towards the door. Once inside, she kicks off her shoes and wriggles out of her leggings and tosses her jacket onto the floor. Then she promptly collapses into Varric's bed, curling up on her side.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric watched the woman go with a roll of his eyes. He picked up the ruined trash can, as well as her glass of water. Along the way, he stopped in the bathroom, pouring the vomit into the toilet, flushing and then filling it with water to soak. The water was also refilled, and then he finally ambled into his room.]

[A hand came to rest on his hip as he gazed at her. A smile crossed his lips, but he lifted a hand to hide it from the woman. He wouldn't let her have the satisfaction of seeing her amused at her bullshit.]

You know, when I imagined coming home to a woman in her smalls, I didn't think she would look so much like... [The hand fell, revealing a grin.] You.

[Turning away, he set to undoing his shirt and his gloves, and then tossed them into the same pile as her own. He lifted himself onto the bed beside her, and leaned back with his hands behind his head.]

[otiosity]

We already agreed that you're into dwarf women with massive tits so of course not.

[Hawke sniffs and rolls over onto her side to look at him. This is familiar. They're in a strange place in a new house but sharing a bed with him like this after a long day of drinking is familiar. And she needs familiar right now.]

[neverheardofhim]

Mmm. Small breasted women with dark hair aren't so bad.

[Varric met her eyes, even lowered a hand to cup her cheek. He'd spent months aching for moments like this, and to have them, even with all the bullshit earlier in the night, was pretty damn gratifying. The hand drifted back, fingers working through her hair, before settling once more.]

Glad you're here, Hawke.

[otiosity]

Everyone has an exception to their type, I suppose.

[Hawke shivered at his touch. Partially because the sensation was so gentle and partially because she was drunk. The touch reminded her of how her father would tenderly stroke her hair when she was ill. But it was strange to conflate Varric with her father. But those to were the only ones who were tender with her.]

...You have to be wherever you are, hm?

[neverheardofhim]

[The dwarf recoiled slightly, though not out of disgust or even anger. Rather, he was confused, trying to parse together what it was that she was saying. He supposed he couldn't expect entirely coherent sentences from a woman that he'd had to all but drag from a bar.]

[Still, it was something of a damper on a mood that was finally leaning back toward the pleasant.]

Yes, I... suppose one does have to be present in their location. That.. they're at. [His brows tightened together.] I think maybe it's time for you to rest, Chuckles.

[otiosity]

[She ignores him and continues on her own tangent.]

I'm happy here. But there are so many terrible things about this place. I miss the good things about Kirwall and yet sometime I'd rather eat my own boot than think about returning there.

[She glances up at his face.]

Is that just how it is? Is there no such thing as being happy wherever you are?

[neverheardofhim]

I think there's always going to be good and terrible shit no matter where you live. [Kirkwall had a decent enough view if you found the right part of the city, the drink wasn't awful and the information was good. Not only that, but some of his best memories had come from that hellhole. Some of the worst had as well, and that coupled with the smell made for a mix of bitter fondness that he wasn't... quite sure how to feel about.]

Personally, I try not to get wrapped up in thoughts of what was. It destroyed most of the Tethras family, it doesn't need to bring me down. [Orzammar had his parents and brother, but for him, it was just another thing to be bitter over.] I'd say I'm pretty happy here though. Not happy with everything but... happy enough.

[otiosity]

Oh Varric. You're so wise. Perhaps you ought to start writing self-help books instead of stories about useless heroes.

[She says it in a teasing voice but she means it. He's good at grounding her like no one else is.]

[neverheardofhim]

[What's better than your best friend making gross gagging sounds? Probably a hell of a lot of things, but Varric doesn't care. He's pretty disgusted at that suggestion.]

My business is struggling enough. I don't need to drag it down by going preachy. That's reserved for you and behind closed doors only.