The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

[bottecellie]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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[championmage]

[One of these days, Hawke would tell Fenris how much Orana admitted to liking him. She felt safer with other elves, and even if he did walk around with a glower on his face, she had confessed to Hawke that Fenris "was very nice." He'd never live that down.

Hawke crawls out from under the blankets, albeit reluctantly, because he can't reach the tray otherwise.]

You'll be happy to know I can cook an egg too. That's about the limit of it, but I can. [He reaches for one of the teacups, letting it warm his hands.] I'm not so fat and rich and spoiled, yet.

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[He'll grouse for a week when he finds out. But she's a... sweet girl, he supposes. There's potential there and he IS grateful that Hawke helped her out. It's more than he would've been able to do for her. She deserved it.]

[He leans back as Hawke abandons the blankets, stretching out and not even trying to hide the way he takes in view while he enjoys his fruit. Mission accomplished.]

You grew up in the country. How is it that that's the best you can do?

[Pardon the runaway city elf who has some assumptions about you 'fat of the land' folks. It doesn't sound like he's trying to be mean about it at least- more of a distracted curiosity than anything.]

[championmage]

Easy. I was busy chopping wood, or hauling feed for the cows, or watching my siblings. Anything that can be cooked plain in a frying pan is in my repertoire, and anything else was left to my mother.

[He pauses, as he sips his tea, then sets it down and reaches for a piece of read.]

Who, I might add, was a horrible cook until some of the local wives befriended her, much to our delight.

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[That actually gets a soft chuckle out of Fenris as he abandons his lounging to retrieve another apple slice and his own cup of tea.]

And now? I don't imagine she has a chance to do much with Orana keeping herself busy.

[championmage]

Orana doesn't mind her helping out... she lives here. You, on the other hand, are our guest.

[He chuckles at that, tearing off a piece of the bread and going for the bowl of cream. Oh yeah. Hawke likes his breakfast.]

Mother got better at cooking when she had to. With a family on the move all the time, the options were "learn to cook" or "let the children chew on a bag of cornmeal for nourishment."

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[He actually rolls his eyes.] I am here for you, not to be waited on by servants.

[Just remember to chew your food, Hawke. Maker. Fenris simply nurses his tea, content to let him have free reign over the contents of the tray for now.]

A humbling choice, I'd think, considering. I wonder how many other women in her situation would be willing to do the same.

[championmage]

I know, I know... [He laughs, shaking his head.] ...and you clearly did try telling her that.

[This is almost quaint. The two of them, a fresh breakfast in bed... almost offsets all the debauchery of the night before, eh?]

Mother sacrificed a comfortable life in the name of love... then sacrificed everything she could to make sure we children didn't have to suffer for her choices. [He smiles faintly.]

All that and the poor woman had to raise me. She's an incredible person.

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[Fenris would like to think that this is less an offset and more... something well earned. Their debauchery takes a lot of effort.]

[...It is kind of quaint, though. Who would have expected it. He reaches over and swipes at a crumb clinging to the edge the other man's beard.]

You're a fortunate man, Hawke.

[championmage]

[It does leave a man hungry, doesn't it.

He smiles back at Fenris at the little brush of finger, fighting back a grin.]

I consider myself so. All this and breakfast in bed, too.

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[For just a moment, Fenris lets himself smile back. It's fascinating just how... comfortable Hawke makes this.]

This morning only. [Leaning over, he presses a quick kiss to his lips before turning his attention back to the tray and snatching up one of the hardboiled eggs.] You are not THAT rich and spoiled yet. Eat your food.

[championmage]

[He leans in to reciprocate the kiss, smiling as he pulls away and going for his own egg.] All right, all right.

[Now he's going to be challenging himself to wake up before Fenris, someday, so he can return the favor. That's going to be hard... Fenris is very much an early riser and Hawke very much isn't, when he can afford not to.]

How long did this take you?

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[Hawke will just have to work extra hard on exhausting Fenris enough to sleep in, if that's his plan.]

Long enough to be discovered. It's not exactly a three course breakfast, Hawke.

[There's amusement in his voice as he works on carefully carefully cracking his egg and stripping off the shell.]

When Danarius entertained morning guests, the cooks would be up well before dawn to prepare. Slicing fruit does not take nearly as long.

[championmage]

[He shook his head in disapproval at that story.]

That's not breakfast. It's a damned royal luncheon.

[He would know. He doesn't like those much... more for the company than for the food.]

Breakfast should be either simple things, like this, or everything smashed up in a bowl together and eaten all at once. It is practically a law in Ferelden.

[tevintersdreadwolf]

You'll find no argument from me. Although, had I known, I would have saved myself the trouble of presentation.

[It's going to be that sack of cornmeal next time, Hawke. Just wait.]

[championmage]

I thought your presentation was quite lovely. What, are you going to smash it all together next time?

[Probably. That's what you get for trying to agree with him, Hawke.]

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[It's what he gets for lowering the bar of expectations.]

And claim it to be a Ferelden specialty.

[championmage]

You really have adjusted to Kirkwall, haven't you? Sounds like something they'd do at the Hanged Man. [And... probably had, actually.]

What do they eat for breakfast in Tevinter?

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[The remark about his adjustments gets a pause and a confused falter of his expression. This is the longest he's stayed in any one place since leaving Tevinter; where else was he supposed to adjust to? He almost asks the question, but Hawke thankfully cuts him off before it can find voice.]

The magisters or the slaves? [He scoffs lightly, picking at the last bits of his egg before gesturing to the tray in front of them.] Fruits. Bread. Coffee. Honey instead of cream. If they were entertaining, there would be smoked meat and imported pastries. [He leans back a little with a sigh.] I remember the smell, but I could not tell you what most of it tasted like.

[championmage]

[Oh Fenris. Always takes everything so seriously, even when Hawke's just teasing.

He nods at the description. Smoked meat for breakfast? How utterly decadent. Practically Orlesian.] So shall I stock up on those things for when I manage to make you breakfast?

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[He raises his eyebrows at Hawke, more out of the notion that he could actually pull something like that off than anything else. Although, if he was being honest with himself, he's not sure if he'd prefer success... or just watching the meal burn out of spite.]

I have always suspected that your ambition outstrips your means...

[championmage]

[A grin, and he leans forward to grab his own egg.] Oh, it certainly does. In nearly all areas.

[And the smile he puts on then promises an attempt, at least.]

But if you hadn't noticed yet, I am obnoxiously persistent when I see something I want.

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[Fenris offers his own crooked smile in return, although it comes with no small amount of concern.]

You want dangerous things, Hawke. Mind that this one doesn't end up burning down your estate.

[championmage]

[He laughs.]

I don't use magic when I cook, Fenris.

[A beat.]

I learned better than that.