[If it werent for the hard look in those dark eyes, or the stiffness of the smile he forced onto his lips, things almost might have seemed normal. He kept his tone light and conversational, the same way the real Varric talked to her.
He stepped closer, Bianca aimed at her chest but her next arrow undrawn. Hawke was pinned, and Cirrav had inherited his counterpart's need for showboating. There was no sense in rushing what Varric saw as a very good thing.]
Good to see you, though. I was almost afraid you might ignore me. You're pretty good at ignoring the things right in front of you -- did you know that?
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[If it werent for the hard look in those dark eyes, or the stiffness of the smile he forced onto his lips, things almost might have seemed normal. He kept his tone light and conversational, the same way the real Varric talked to her.
He stepped closer, Bianca aimed at her chest but her next arrow undrawn. Hawke was pinned, and Cirrav had inherited his counterpart's need for showboating. There was no sense in rushing what Varric saw as a very good thing.]
Good to see you, though. I was almost afraid you might ignore me. You're pretty good at ignoring the things right in front of you -- did you know that?