[As he wraps his arm around her, she sniffles and scoots closer. She feels tired and out of it, like just before the flu you've caught hits you like a boulder falling from a mountain. But she's pretty sure that's not it. It's the exhaustion of all the new people. New people to protect, new people to be weary of, new people you thought you knew but perhaps now feel you might never have.
But Varric is the same. Or mostly the same. His hand is still warm and broad against her thin waist and he does the thing where he rubs her back a little before his arm snakes all the way around her body. His smell is familiar a mixture of spice, ink, and dirt.
Hawke sighs and curls up closer to him, her knees resting on against his as she tries to ignore the whole "desire demon" comment.]
I did. My ego led me right here. I knew I was the object of your undying affections.
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But Varric is the same. Or mostly the same. His hand is still warm and broad against her thin waist and he does the thing where he rubs her back a little before his arm snakes all the way around her body. His smell is familiar a mixture of spice, ink, and dirt.
Hawke sighs and curls up closer to him, her knees resting on against his as she tries to ignore the whole "desire demon" comment.]
I did. My ego led me right here. I knew I was the object of your undying affections.