why would you do that is this revenge for getting you into this mess in the first place because Iām still not sorry āā Fenris gets to the front door just before a hand closes around his wrist.
āFenris,ā Hawke whispers. His grip is loose, and his thumb strokes down the inside of Fenrisā wrist. āDonāt go. We canāI can help. We can figure this out.ā
āThis isnāt something you can help,ā Fenris says between gritted teeth. Every muscle in his body is screaming for him to give ināturn around and fall back into Hawkeās embrace. āIām sorry.ā
āBut why?ā Hawke presses. āI know you said it was your memories, but I donāt understand.ā
Fenris doesnāt respond. Hawke is silent for a moment before speaking again. āFenris, please donāt go. IāI loāā
āDonāt,ā Fenris says, and Hawke, mercifully, stops. His grips falls slack and Fenrisā hand drops back to his side.
A few seconds crawl by before Fenris dares to glance back. Hawke threw on a dressing gown before he gave chase but it hangs open, a testament to his hurry. His hair is a tousled mess from their earlier activities. His normally sunny visage is twisted in an expression of agony, and Fenrisā resolve crumbles. Without warning, Fenris turns back, seizes Hawkeās face between his hands, and crashes their mouths together.
The kiss is desperate, almost violent, but the noise Hawke makes at the contact is equal parts pained and relieved. He wraps his arms tight about Fenrisā middle and bows his body towards Hawkeās own, kissing back with a fervor unlike anything else that night. Fenris gets his arms around Hawkeās neck and their teeth clack together, jarring and painful while the taste of copper blooms on their tongues.. Hawke digs his fingers into Fenrisā hips as though to keep him there forever.
God, he wants this so much. He wants to apologize for his foolishness, follow Hawke back upstairs and fall back into bed together. But even as the temptation starts to worm its way through the cracks in his mental armor, he remembers why he canāt, why he canāt let himself be happy, why he canāt let Hawke know.
Fenris turns his head away, afraid heās let this go on too long, but Hawke curls a large, delicate hand over his jaw and guides him back. The next kiss is so gentle that heās helpless to pull away again. Hawkeās lips are soft on his now, caressing and loving, as if to silently reassure him that everything is going to be alright, and Fenris lets himself fall into it for a few more long,blissful seconds.
When he pulls away again, hecloses his eyes so he doesnāt have to see the hurt on Hawkeās face. āIām sorry,ā he mumbles, then presses a feather-light kiss to the corner of Hawkeās mouth before abruptly pulling away. This time, Hawke lets him go without argument.
Fenris flees into the Kirkwall night, hating himself more than anyone else.
āI want to speak to a manager,ā the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, āShe wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!ā before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the womanās look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
Another thing from the BSN! Special thanks to Caddius for previously having the dates listed, it made for easy reference.
I present: A visually constructed timeline of Biowareās Ā Dragon Age universe!
I put up a disclaimer right now that some stuff might be incorrect or missing, but I did the best I could. Not everything is noted, obviously, but a heck of a lot is. This information is current as of the release of DA: I and Jaws of Hakkon. You can find a full 2500×2000 pixel versionĀ here.Ā
Ā All three calendars are present, so it should be easy to thumb through when you are trying to pinpoint dates! The coloured section is whenĀ āagesā started to be recorded, and the huge section with the doodles within it is all that came before. Notice the Pre-Andrastian period, the Ancient Age, is pretty empty.
It is also veryā¦veryā¦very long. So again:
Top is an entire timeline, giving a broad scope of it all
those little things on ur nose arenāt blackheads, donāt try and get rid of them theyāre sebaceous filaments and theyāre permanent and literally everyone has them
every girl has that little pouch of fat on her lower tummy, despite what magazines try n show u, you have important organs there that need to be protected donāt try and get rid of ur pouch
ur body is smarter than u think and it knows what to do when u eat more than normal. one bad day, or even week, of eating poorly isnāt gonna ruin anything at all I pinky promise
if u think u look good up until u try taking a selfie, itās not ur fault – our faces are asymmetrical and when u see ur face flipped it will look unnatural to u, since u donāt see it that way when u look in the mirror. to everyone else it looks perfectly fine
no oneās stomach looks the same at 8pm as it does at 8am. no one has a chiseled six pack after a day of eating, not even the super fit people u see on tumblr, because ur stomach naturally expands after eating and expecting to have a flat tummy before bed is very unrealistic
no one notices if the bags under ur eyes are bad today. no one pays attention to the bump in ur nose or the zit on ur chin or the piece of hair that u missed when u were straightening. literally no one notices these things except you so stop worrying about it ur gonna be fine
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