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( february intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
( ooc; This plot is spread out over the first half of the month of February, and follows the order of the prompts listed above. Feel free to take as much time as you need to with your characters and use the info above for posts/logs at your discretion. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
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Wisely, perhaps, he chooses to keep that opinion to himself.
Fenris stops when Hawke stops, glancing up beneath the fall of hair to look questioningly at him. That faint confusion fades as Hawke brushes his hair out of his face; even as he feels that hand on his face, Fenris tips his head back to look at him better. It isn't necessary to be told. He knows how he feels. Though he won't deny that it's nice to hear.
Sliding his hand around the back of Hawke's neck, Fenris returns the kiss, easy and slow. He allows the momentary interruption, but as soon as Hawke stops talking, he moves in for another, longer, somewhat deeper kiss. There's a shimmer of amusement in his eyes by the time he draws back. ]
I begin to wonder if you took my words as a challenge to outdo yourself. [ One hand, bare of the gauntlets, drifts lightly along Hawke's face, through the beard and over his cheek. ] You don't need to visit such strange places, Garrett.
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Probably.
There are worse places, surely.
Whatever. He doesn't care what anyone else things. He turns his head slightly to nuzzle against Fenris' hand, then presses a lingering kiss to the palm. A moment later and he lifts one of his own hands to cover Fenris' there against his face, doing nothing more than simply feeling him. For a few, silent moments he just watches him, searching his face and committing it to memory all over again—even if by now he's catalogued every last swirl of lyrium, every tiny wrinkle, every scar. There's not an inch of him he doesn't love with every last fiber of his heart. Hawke shifts his hand over and kisses the pad of his own thumb then presses it against Fenris' chin between the two lyrium lines. ]
True, I don't need to... [ That small, affectionate smile turns into something a little more sharper as he shifts beside Fenris once more to lead them into the mess hall. ] But, it's fun sometimes. Now, let's eat.