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Hawke looked up through a tangle of black hair which even the most affectionate viewer couldn't have described as anything except a mess. She looked, not uncharitably, like shit. Hangovers aren't good for your complexion. Neither are pounding headaches, slight nausea, or the fear that you've done something really, really, really stupid.

But no, she's still wearing pants. That's a good sign. So is he, ditto. And he hasn't actually extricated himself from the fact that she's got an arm slung over his waist and has been using him as a pillow for Maker knows how long. He doesn't even look annoyed about it.

Then again, Varric is a gentleman. That part isn't a lie.

She opens her mouth to speak, swallows, tries again, and manages something like "Mmrrow?"

Clearly language, like grooming, is not high up on her list of usable skills just yet.

Varric stirs a little, eyes opening properly, a little smile creeping over his face when he sees her, sleepy and messy as fuck. He smiles understandingly and reaches for the nightstand with his free hand, pushing the potion at her a moment later.

"Mornin', starshine." Keeping his voice low and gentle. "Drink up."

She groans but sits up enough to lean on one elbow and drink whatever he's handed her with her free hand. She grimaces a little--she's never liked that bitter taste of black lotus, and elfroot isn't her favorite breakfast--but drinks it all down, then swallows a few extra times afterwards. "Tell me you have water too and I'll sing your praises for weeks. Months, if you have enough for me to drown myself in."

Honestly between hangovers and embarassment (and Hawke is almost never embarassed), she's half-serious. The logical impossibility of the statement is a minor detail.

A chuckle and Varric pets her a little. "Just give it a few minutes. This shit is amazing- it's one of Blondie's brews. Says it's a recipe from the Circle, even knocks out out the thirst."

The thumb currently resting on her shoulder makes a little, soothing circle. Varric is still pretty knackered too, and he doesn't really realize he's doing it.

She laughs and dismounts, tying the reins back so they will not hinder Windfola. "Let us walk afoot a little ways first," she suggests instead.

Their idyll will end, or at least change, when they enter Emyn Arnen, and she would like a little more time with him first, if only a little. She holds a hand up, enticing him down.

She registers the petting more subconsciously than consciously at first, relaxing into it without thinking. Which is part of why despite the embarassment she's also comfortable enough to just groan and let her face sink back onto his chest. In for a copper, in for a gold. If he pushes her off or asks her to move she will, but in the meantime he's right there, plus everything still hurts and she doesn't want to move.

Besides, he smells good. In a dwarfy, needs a bath after a long night of drinking kind of way.

"With good will!" He doesn't need much tempting, swinging down himself and offering her his arm.

"So how do you find your new lands so far?"

She takes his arm willingly, walking close by him, as their horses graze or trot nearby. "As beautiful as you said, though overrun. I think it will take some time before they can reclaim their former glory." She smiles up at him. "We will have much to do. But already I can see why you fought so long and well to protect them, and why you wished to return."

For which she is grateful. Eowyn does not think she could have live happily or comfortably in Minas Tirith, not on a permanent basis, even with Faramir. She also doubts whether he could have, dearly as he loves it. Too many shadows yet linger, too many old griefs.

The different colored eyes are another shock. Not the fact of their being different, Hawke had been warned about that, but one of them looks exactly likes hers. Going by the expression on--it must be Sairey, it couldn't possibly be anyone else--Sairey's face, the stunned way she reaches to her cheek, the feeling is mutual.

It's Teo who breaks the moment, of course, letting out a loud, happy bark. The noise of the crowd deadened for a moment, but now it returns in full force, pressing and loud and very, very much unwanted. Hawke takes what seems like her first real breath for a few minutes as Sairey offers Teo a garland of flowers. Teo, intelligent as any mabari and more irrepressible than most, bows his head and accepts it with canine glee, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. Hawke chuckles, and reaches down to scratch his ears. "Careful, or he'll decide this whole celebration is actually about him."

Teo gives her a baleful, reproachful look, obviously saying Of course it is, as well it should be!, and Hawke laughs despite herself.

Once you get your knitting needle re-threaded.

The noble hound barks and the fair maiden laughs, and Maker, we offer up thanks unto forever for the creation of dogs, Sairey thinks as she giggles and places the garland solemnly on his head.

"There. Very handsome."

Laughing forces her to breath, and the mabari acting as silly as only dogs can, makes the smile linger on her face.

"Besides, And there's Andraste's mabari, By the Holy Prophet's side.In the fight against Tevinter, That dog would never hide. They say the Maker sent him special..."

Sairey's singing, as sweet and trained as any Chantry chorister, trails off and she gives Teo another smile. "Our Lady was a good Fereldan woman, I'm sure no one here'd think it strange if the celebration is for him."

It's not that she's tipsy, for she's not. But she feels giddy like she is, and there's a faint desperation beating at her heart.

Like me, it whispers. You're family, Marian Hawke who is the daughter of Leandra Amell, first cousin to my mama. You're family. I'm running a risk to meet you.

Please like me. Please let this be worth it.

"Time and hard work." He agrees with a smile, and bends to kiss her, there under the sun.

"I am glad it suits you! I did not want this to be a place you felt trapped - I wanted us to be able to build happy memories, here."

She returns the kiss with pleasure, lingering a little as the wind blows warm around them. They are in the open, but private, with their guards far off in the distance, and need not fear prying eyes or interruption.

"I think we will." In fact, judging by the smile she gives him, Eowyn is sure of it. "As for feeling trapped, we do not yet know if we even have a roof to sleep under this night! But I do not fear hard work, or discomfort."

She reaches up and brushes her fingers along his cheek. "And you? Do you think you will be content, here?"

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[but some time after this nonsense]

I need relationship words.

Varric is still pretty sleepy, warm, and happy, so he's content to keep cuddling while he waits for the hangover cure to kick in. Any moment now the pain should melt away, and she should feel right as rain, as if the ill-advised drinking never happened. The stuff really is amazing.

...all right, I know you're capable of using a dictionary and a thesaurus, so you must have a particular context in mind.

I do.

[

...wait for it.]

Grantaire says he loves me.

And?

And I don't know what to call that.

"I certainly hope we have a roof, or I will have to have firm words with our builders!" Faramir laughs, although he does not mind being outside any more than she does.

He leans into the hand and turns to kiss her palm.

"I have you beside me - I could be content anywhere."

"Anywhere?" Her laugh teases him. "Living in a tent on the wild plains of Rohan, or hidden deep away in a cave underground, or in the heart of Mordor itself? I think you exagerrate a little, my lord."

You call it Grantaire loves you.

If you mean what do you call the thing you have with Grantaire, that's more tricky.

You're very attractive but I'm afraid I'm taken, Enjorlas.

I'll ask someone else.

[Or, you know, he'll come back to her in half an hour once he realizes that sarcasm is preferable to the nonsense yelling of most of his other friends.]

'Friendship' covers us nicely.

That's obviously not the source of potential controversy.

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dealer's choice for Hawke or Anders

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¿por qué no los dos? They'll have very different answers.

I would love los dos but I don't want to be greedy

Be greedy, I am a generous soul. Who has been stalking the above thread for days.

gasp??

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It's a good thread! Anders will be slower btw. Also Hawke is so pleased about this conversation.

Dos it is.

they're good boys. or, well, they're ridiculous boys we love.

mass-text to all his friends 'how do you boyfriend'