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[questionablewit]

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[questionablewit]

[She very seriously considers sending back Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, Enjorlas. For several minutes. Which she spends glowering at her phone.

But since such messages are better delivered in person, and even better delivered in conjunction with a good right hook, she instead sends.]

Eight o'clock. See you there.

[theywhowait]

"Outwit me? Perhaps, and perhaps not - but I am guessing my lady has plenty of tricks I do not yet know!" He teases.

"Perhaps I will be far too distracted by your beauty to teach you anything?"

[deblayer]

Can we go to the one on Rue de la Verrerie?

[Which is near Marius and Courfeyrac's apartment, lending it some legitimacy as a choice.

But which is across the river from the usual one by the Musain, which... is probably not on purpose.

Probably.]

[questionablewit]

8:30 in that case.

[This is all uncharacteristically brief for Hawke, who can talk the ear off walls. She wouldn't place bets on him noticing the fact.]

[deblayer]

[Honestly, if he were better at noticing things, they'd be having a different conversation just now.

But he's not, and he certainly hasn't gotten better now that he's back to not sleeping through the night. It takes quite a few beats longer than is polite to remember:]

Thank you.

[questionablewit]

[She doesn't deign to send anything back, not even 'You're welcome', which again is unlike her.

But she's there, on time, already changed from regular 'work' clothes (for her definition of work clothes) into a tank top and sweat pants, putting on her sneakers. He gets a quick glance when he arrives, before she turns her attention back to tying her shoelaces. Her expression is neutral. If Anders were around, he'd warn Enjorlas that's a bad sign. But as it is, it's just Hawke tying her shoelaces. No problems here. Nope.]

[closerift]

I love Varric's stories. Hearing bits about your time in Kirkwall that weren't included in Tale of the Champion are just so -

[ She can't find the word, though, so she just produces an "aaah"-sort-of sound and clenches a fist in the air. What she means to convey with this is unclear. ]

I wish I could meet them. Your friends. [ Cecily sighs wistfully, taking a thoughtful sip of her drink. ] Well, if they're ever able, you're free to invite them to Skyhold. Maker knows Varric would be happy to see them again.

[ Though Cassandra and Cullen... may feel differently. ]

I'm sorry. [ The Inquisitor offers, more softly. ] I know that you must miss them terribly.

[deblayer]

[It's unusual. It's just not an unusual he has the mental capacity for at the moment.

Nor is Hawke's silence when Enjolras finds his way to the gym. As ever, he's shoving flyers back into his bag and shooting off One Last Email before he takes anything like time for himself. As the last few days, he looks as if he hasn't slept--and, in a startling turn of events, as if not sleeping has actually been sapping at his strength.]

Sorry. For-- asking so late.

[questionablewit]

Not a problem.

[She finishes with her shoes and stands, bounces a little in place to test the fit and tightness of the lacing. Then she looks him over.]

Well, you look like shit.

[By Enjorlas standards. The man looks like a Greek god, he always does, but now he also looks like an underslept exhausted one who's not taking care of himself very well.]

[withoutswords]

"Without doubt I do, though it will take clever trickery indeed to outwit a Ranger of Ithilien."

She leans up and kisses his cheek. "But surely after several months of marriage you will be used to my face, and in no danger of such distraction."

[deblayer]

I'm fine.

[There's no fight to the statement. More than that, there's an almost practiced lack of fight to his voice. Enjolras is fantastic at overcorrection, after all.]

This will help.

[Maybe. Hopefully. Throwing himself back into his work hasn't been, which is beyond horrifying.]

[questionablewit]

Varric's as good as his word, and Anders is as good as his; it does kick in fast. It's probably a visual change as she sighs and tense muscles loosen further and she stops wincing away from what little light there was in the room. After a few minutes there's a muffled murmur from somewhere vaguely in the region of Varric's lungs. "Maker. That's good stuff. I'm going to need to order a few dozen bottles to keep on hand."

[theywhowait]

"I could never get used to you." He smiles at her and kisses her hand.

"Every moment, every day, is like a dream come true."

[withoutswords]

She has to stop and kiss him again at that, a reward for such sweet words and the best way she can show that she feels the same. Her arms wrap around his neck as she holds him as close as she may, not caring if anyone should see.

She laughs a little. "I think we may not accomplish much at all, if we remain so lost in each other. Perhaps our king should have given these duties to others."

Not to be thought of.

[questionablewit]

Well, what do you want from it? In the short term and the long term.

[deblayer]

Short term, I want to understand why it's different.

Long term, I want to test the theory that this is a good thing.

Honestly, it's like leading a child through logic.

[questionablewit]

What do you have now that you didn't before, that you value having?

sorry for the delay, accidently lost the notif and couldn't find it

[questionablewit]

[Hawke snorts her disbelief, not that she expected any other answer.]

And I'm the Queen of America.

[But he didn't invite her here to be nice to him, which is good since she has very little motivation to do it, so she gets on her boxing gloves. It's still a fairly new pastime for her. Fighting of various sorts, that's old hat, but boxing has its own particular rules and equipment. The gloves are particularly ridiculous, to her mind.

She ducks under a rope to get into the ring.]

Let's go.

[theywhowait]

Let them look, Faramir is always happy to have her here in his arms.

"Ah, this is true. Perhaps we will be required to not look at each other all day?"

[withoutswords]

"So when we meet in your sun room, we must be blindfolded?" She laughs and rests her head on his chest. "That will make reading difficult."

let him live

[deblayer]

Him.

[theywhowait]

"Perhaps we shall have to develop a way of reading back to back?"

He grins and kisses her hair.

never worries!

[deblayer]

[Enjolras is moving slowly. It's part and parcel of exhaustion, apparently, if also oddly new.

Taking off his jacket takes more effort than it ought to. Dragging on his gloves feels surprisingly complicated. Breathing through the tightness in his chest is, apparently, going to take more than a week to accomplish naturally, so that can be blustered through.

He still need a beat to try all the same before he drags himself into the ring after her.]

[withoutswords]

"But then I could not kiss you!" She squeezes his hands. "But come, be serious with me, for a little while. What might we need that we do not have? Or for what should we prepare? Many rooms for guests, I had thought, for I hope we shall have many friends come to visit."

[theywhowait]

"That would indeed be a tragedy!" He smiles back and sobers.

"I would hope so - perhaps we should assign one wing of the house to friends and family? I hope for children, one day too - more than one, if you are amenable to the idea! Perhaps a playroom overlooking a private garden?"