[What was going through Hawke's head, the dwarf didn't claim to know. He was a clever man, noticed the kinds of things that other people didn't. And it wasn't hard to miss the fact that somehow, for some reason, Hawke always managed to put herself somewhere Varric wasn't.]
[He tried to tell himself that it didn't matter, not really. She was alive, and he could tell that much from afar. Much as he would have loved to have gotten a drink with her (unfortunately impossible, given the current situation) or talked with her through the long nights, he was content to give her space. Sure, maybe he pressed his ear a little tighter to the stone, just to make sure she was staying safe, but other than that, he could content himself to his stories.]
[But that didn't mean there wasn't a certain amount of longing in his eyes whenever he spotted her from afar. It wasn't how he pictured their reunion going -- talking about her breasts was fine, normal even, but the rift between them? That part didn't feel right.]
[All of those thoughts were blown far from his mind the second he felt her, the second her voice met his ears. He breathed a short sigh of relief, noting, albeit briefly, the normalcy of her gesture. An arm wrapped itself around Hawke's waist, a hand pressing against the space beneath her ribs. He could feel her warmth beneath the fabric of her clothes, and very nearly breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, she was standing there, head against him, voice in his ear, but the extra reminders that she (still) was alive were more than welcome.]
Speak of the desire demon herself [He let out a low, rumbling chuckle.] I was just thinking about you, did you know that?
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[He tried to tell himself that it didn't matter, not really. She was alive, and he could tell that much from afar. Much as he would have loved to have gotten a drink with her (unfortunately impossible, given the current situation) or talked with her through the long nights, he was content to give her space. Sure, maybe he pressed his ear a little tighter to the stone, just to make sure she was staying safe, but other than that, he could content himself to his stories.]
[But that didn't mean there wasn't a certain amount of longing in his eyes whenever he spotted her from afar. It wasn't how he pictured their reunion going -- talking about her breasts was fine, normal even, but the rift between them? That part didn't feel right.]
[All of those thoughts were blown far from his mind the second he felt her, the second her voice met his ears. He breathed a short sigh of relief, noting, albeit briefly, the normalcy of her gesture. An arm wrapped itself around Hawke's waist, a hand pressing against the space beneath her ribs. He could feel her warmth beneath the fabric of her clothes, and very nearly breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, she was standing there, head against him, voice in his ear, but the extra reminders that she (still) was alive were more than welcome.]
Speak of the desire demon herself [He let out a low, rumbling chuckle.] I was just thinking about you, did you know that?