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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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From:

neverheardofhim

[That brief tease of skin might have made a lesser man give into temptation, but for Varric? It was nothing more than another late night with a shameless woman. He'd seen worse back in Kirkwall, when he'd had the misfortune of walking in on her and her paramours not just once, but a handful of times.

Besides, the dwarf didn't need to see her skin to know that she was beautiful. He'd written a book about her, described her appearance in painstaking detail. Critics and commoners alike had asked him about the subtext, questions that he had openly mocked.

It wasn't like that, he'd said.]

Heaps of vegetables on it, right?

From:

otiosity

[Hawke wasn't even sure if she was teasing him. She trusted Varric more than anyone. He stood apart from other friends and any lover that she'd ever had. Everyone doted on her. But she wanted Varric's attention. She actively tried to get his eyes on her. It was vexing and even she didn't understand.

So when she drops her arms she puts on a great pout and walks over to flop dramatically against him.]

Varric. I'm wasting with hunger and you're making jokes?

From:

neverheardofhim

Now, Hawke, [He didn't even have to think about slipping his arm around her. He blinked and it was there, crushing the lithe woman against his side, right where she was always supposed to be. The Maker, Andraste, the Nightmare, whoever or whatever deemed it fair to take her from him, could be damned to the Void for trying otherwise.

You and I both know that if I didn't tell jokes, you would be miserable.

From:

otiosity

Tell that to my poor stomach that's currently twisting and gnawing on itself.

[She takes his hand to rest it on her stomach just as it gives a good loud grumble.]

It doesn't have a sense of humor.

From:

neverheardofhim

[There was something about the warmth of her skin that made his own stomach twist. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd say his heart was beating just a bit faster. Maybe it had to do with his earlier thoughts, of how much he had missed her when he believed her dead. When he knew she was dead. Warmth meant life, and this was nothing more than elation over the reminder that Marian Hawke was very much alive.]

Alright, fine. No more jokes. What do you want on it?

From:

otiosity

Pineapple and sausage.

[she's one of those people. She reaches over and takes her drink and downs it with a hiccup.]

From:

neverheardofhim

[Just like that, the moment came to an end. Rather than feeling the faint stirrings of sentimentality, Varric simply felt at ease. This was a normal night with Hawke, no need for him to be feeling odd around her.]

Got it, princess. [He pulled out his tab and tapped away on its projected surface, thoughtful frown pulling at his lips.]

That it?

From:

otiosity

Varricccccc.

[She flops down across from him on the couch and pokes at him with her feet in a way that she knows he hates.]

Do you really hate pineapple that much? It's an awful big frown.

From:

neverheardofhim

I don't hate anything. [Aside from Red Lyrium, the Nightmare and the Guild, with a few other minor grievances sprinkled in between. The point was, he was hardly bothered by her pizza selection. If any of it bothered him, he could pick it off. And that was implying he didn't just order his own piece, or that he was hungry at all in the first place.]

I'm an old man, Hawke. I can't be expected to know how to order a pizza at the top of a hat. That's all I'm frowning over.

[Still staring at the screen, Varric clapped a hand down on Hawke's feet, holding them in place while he finished ordering.]

From:

otiosity

I suppose I can wait if you're waiting on me. It's hard to get good help these days.

[She twitches her feet playfully under his grip.]

You should get spectacles. They'd make you look clever. Exactly how you'd imagine a writer.

From:

neverheardofhim

[Hawke's first words netted only a scoff and a shake of the head. It was a weak attempt at getting a rise out of him, one that the dwarf wouldn't even grace with an a serious response. Or at least, that was what he told himself. They both knew that he was at Hawke's mercy, that Varric would do what ever she needed, without so much as a question.]

Never going to happen. I'm showing my age bad enough as it is.

From:

otiosity

I dunno. I think you've aged handsomely.

[Hawke taps him playfully with her toes. It's the honest truth. He's always been a handsome dwarf and age has been kind to him. He looks... wise and almost respectable. It's a funny sort of charm.]

The spectacles would just add to it. Give you some authorial authority.

From:

neverheardofhim

Let it go, Marian.

[He pressed a button, sending the order off, before turning to her. A stern look was fixed upon the woman. It did a poor job of covering up the underlying affection, however, but Varric wasn't sure whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing.]

It's like you're telling me you don't like me the way I am.

From:

otiosity

Of course I like you the way you are.

[She reaches out to pat his arm, trying to just roll past the use of her surname and just get to trying to get him to crack a smile.]

But everyone looks better in spectacles. Or well, at least already beautiful people do.

From:

neverheardofhim

[Varrics will always smile for Hawkes. Whether the dwarf liked it or not, he was helpless in the face of the woman and her ways. It didn't take long for a smile to spread over his lips, even if it did come with a roll of his eyes.]

If that's true, then I'd certainly be interested in seeing what you looked like in glasses.

From:

otiosity

I wore them when I was a super genius and used them to really drive home my cleverness. Everyone agreed they brought out my eyes.

[Actually, Tony called her a stupid hipster but she didn't know what that was so she decided it was a compliment.]

From:

neverheardofhim

A super genius? [Sorry, Hawke, he's too busy laughing to form any other kind of response.]

From:

otiosity

I was! Nate became a mage like me and I became a super genius like Tony. Check the network, it happened.

[Maybe pouting? Just a little?]

Edited Date: 2017-06-26 01:39 am (UTC)

From:

neverheardofhim

I believe you, Hawke. Absolutely.

[No he doesn't. He's still chortling and shaking his head.]

From:

otiosity

You don't.

[She crosses her arms and flops against the couch in the picture perfect image of a pout.]

From:

neverheardofhim

Not even a little. [Varric mimicked her posture with an exaggerated pout of his own. If nothing else, it felt good to let loose and mess around with his friend.]

From:

otiosity

Then I shan't dignify you with my attention. People are desperate for it you know. They'd believe my brief foray into genius.

[CROSSES HER ARMS AND TURNS THE OTHER WAY.]