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thisavrou_log2017-10-04 12:46 am
neverheardofhim) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-10-04 12:46 am
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[Closed] On Thin Ice
Who: Tony Stark and Varric Tethras
When: In the midst of Thisavrou falling apart
Where: Region 6
What: As the world falls down around him, Varric can think of only one thing. Turns out, he's not the only one.
Warnings: Cw: Swears and naked Hawke
[Varric wasn't with Hawke when the darkness fell. Though he'd found the strength to visit her, seeing Hawke in that prone state was next to impossible. When things had been calm, he'd been able to avoid her, knowing that people like Nate and Tony would be there to take her place while he kicked around the hovel he called home.
When it came time for the assault, however, Varric could standby no longer. And though he still didn't have the strength to enter her room, he could at least stand outside the building, standing guard. If nothing else, he had Bianca (rescued from whatever hell she'd been kept in by a fellow who'd been paid handsomely) to keep him company.
He had contented himself to wait there until the battle ended, one way or another. He'd expected that answer to come in the form of people returning to the abandoned prison camp. He hadn't expected the answer to come from the strange woman.
He'd began to race toward her room before the message had ended. By the time he burst into the room, darkness had fallen, with no sign of hope from his current vantage point.]
Shit. Shit. [He pounded his fist against the tube, unsure of what to do and, more importantly, how to keep Hawke safe.
Another blow the glass gave him an idea. He backed up, just enough to get a good angle and lifting a leg up into the air.]
Cover your eyes, Chuckles.
When: In the midst of Thisavrou falling apart
Where: Region 6
What: As the world falls down around him, Varric can think of only one thing. Turns out, he's not the only one.
Warnings: Cw: Swears and naked Hawke
[Varric wasn't with Hawke when the darkness fell. Though he'd found the strength to visit her, seeing Hawke in that prone state was next to impossible. When things had been calm, he'd been able to avoid her, knowing that people like Nate and Tony would be there to take her place while he kicked around the hovel he called home.
When it came time for the assault, however, Varric could standby no longer. And though he still didn't have the strength to enter her room, he could at least stand outside the building, standing guard. If nothing else, he had Bianca (rescued from whatever hell she'd been kept in by a fellow who'd been paid handsomely) to keep him company.
He had contented himself to wait there until the battle ended, one way or another. He'd expected that answer to come in the form of people returning to the abandoned prison camp. He hadn't expected the answer to come from the strange woman.
He'd began to race toward her room before the message had ended. By the time he burst into the room, darkness had fallen, with no sign of hope from his current vantage point.]
Shit. Shit. [He pounded his fist against the tube, unsure of what to do and, more importantly, how to keep Hawke safe.
Another blow the glass gave him an idea. He backed up, just enough to get a good angle and lifting a leg up into the air.]
Cover your eyes, Chuckles.