You guys gave me an idea for a second prompt fill. And, since I suspect this will go ToP, I'll post art in the second post if that happens.
Prompt: Memory (take 2)
The door to Anders’ clinic was not a typical place to see Hawke, Fenris, and Varric waiting, but the circumstances were also unusual. Varric was just being Varric; he had encountered them taking Isabela to the clinic and followed along; this unlikely crew, with Isabela sporting a spectacular black eye and swollen cheek, was far too tempting for Varric to ignore.
“So, Hawke, Elf, there’s a story here. What’s going on?”
Fenris grinned at Hawke, because he knew the story and was still enjoying the fact that she’d felt that strongly. Even if it meant Aniya felt vaguely guilty, he was still so relieved that they’d reconciled that the whole incident satisfied him far more than it should have.
Hawke’s face was a story in conflicting emotions as she considered Varric’s question. She looked a little embarrassed, but there was also aggrieved satisfaction and some of her fierce pride as well. She fixed Varric with a pointed look. She was blushing fiercely.
“I’ll tell you because I want you to have my version before you have Isabela’s. Maker only knows what she’ll tell you. And if this ends up in something like Hard in Hightown, you’re next.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and Varric gave her a bland look. “Madam, you wound me!”
“I will…”
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“Haven’t you ever wanted to hit me, even a little?”
“Yes!” Anders and Fenris had said in unison.
Isabella laughed. “Wow, you two can agree on something!” Then she turned back to Aniya. “He has to believe you,
or this whole thing is worthless and Castillon will bail.”
Hawke nodded grimly, as she proceeded forward to knock assertively on the door.
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Despite what Isabela had warned all of them, both Fenris and Anders were lingering close enough to the door to follow what was happening in case they needed to intervene. Fenris was following part of the act. He shook his head, and muttered, “They won’t buy it, Hawke…”
Then, Isabela had boasted of her flirtation with Fenris three years ago. Nothing had come of it, and Aniya knew that, but he guessed her gut reaction.
Never mind.
He was right. He heard Aniya’s hissed curse, and the ringing crack of fist meeting face was unmistakable, as was the thud of a body hitting the floor. Anders heard it too, and he winced. “That’ll leave a mark,” he muttered. When they’d dragged Isabela out of the room, she was still out cold, and developing a spectacular black eye. Fenris was reminded of Aveline’s claim that Hawke had dropped a Qunari with one punch once. He’d been dubious, but now he completely believed it.
Later, after Hawke had refused to let Isabela bribe Castillion, Isabela had made quite a sight tearing into Hawke with that black eye and a clear mark of the Hawke signet on her face. *********************************************************************************
“And then she tried to bribe Castillion with the chance to run his slaving operation just to get a ship?! What was she thinking?” Varric shook his head. “I’m not sure I believe…ok, yes I do.” He shook his head. “And why wasn’t I invited to that little party?”
Hawke drew a breath to answer, but the clinic door opened and Isabela emerged, her beautiful face restored to normalcy. She went straight to Hawke and addressed her with firm, if vaguely chastened, conviction.
“The Hanged Man. Later. We need to talk.” As Aniya took a breath, she continued. “And don’t you dare apologize.”
Isabela then peered at Fenris and Varric. “What are you two looking at?
ETA: Of course, ToP. Sorry for the length of the post, but this needed to go on too.
Modifié par UrsulaCousland, 07 août 2011 - 04:18 .





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