[It was another long day, and Hawke was exhausted. He stayed in his guest quarters that were provided to him from the Inquistor. He sighs as he sits on the edge of the bed, slowly removing his heavy armor. For being a mage, he certainly hated wearing so much of it.
The champion rolls his shoulders and neck, trying to relax from the action he saw today. Fighting Red Templars could be fun, but certainly wasn't easy. But when was action ever easy?
Okay, maybe certain types of action, but that was a completely different story.]
[Being a mage hardly meant not being worn out after a long fight. Elareth was feeling the strain herself and had disappeared once they'd gotten back to Skyhold in order to get herself out of her armor and cleaned up. She still made a point to wear lighter armor, easy to get out of, but her companions had a habit of chiding her for it. Cullen had even gone so far as to suggest heavier armor, but that idea was quickly shot down by Elareth.
Once she'd lightened her load, she made certain to check in with everyone that had helped to take a chunk out of the Red Templars. She had no qualms about just walking in on a few of her companions, but Hawke, she made a point to stop and knock on his door before she peered inside.]
I just wanted to check and see if you needed anything...
[The champion perks up once he hears the sound of footsteps outside his door, and the slow creaking of the door being opened. A small smile creeps on his face as he sees the lovely Inquisitor poking her head through.
Hawke only wore his leather under-armor leggings and boots he already was kicking off.]
Mm, sore, but alright for the most part. Ah, I wouldn't be opposed to some company though.
[She was pretty dressed down herself, not even bothering with her usual beige outfit. She was a bit bruised up herself so she'd decided on something light, her arms and feet bare and the rest of her covered in leathers worn butter soft.
At his offer, she slipped past the door, closing it behind her just in case she'd been followed. After all, there were still people around Skyhold that wanted to meet the famous Champion of Kirkwall and she figured he wouldn't want to have to deal with fans at the moment.]
I'd offer to heal you but I'm sorely lacking as a healer. I'm better at breaking things, not fixing them.
[He wears that charming grin, rolling his shoulders again as he tries to relax now that he's finally out his light armor. It was a relief to finally be free of it.]
Don't worry about it. I'll be able to take care of that later once I'm more rested.
[The pain was minimal, really. It didn't bother him, at least. He pats the empty spot next to him on the bed with that smile still in place, eyeing her briefly. She looked gorgeous with and without the armor.]
[How many could say they got an invitation like that from the Champion of Kirkwall? Chuckling, she moved to settle next to him, glancing down at her wrist and the freshly cleaned gash there from earlier. She might be the Inquisitor, but hey, some bad guys just got lucky.
At least they did until she fried them for getting too close.]
Stiff and a little tired. The battle was longer than I expected and in all honesty, there were more Red Templars than we thought. Still, we won the day. Bull invited us both to the Herald's Rest to celebrate, but I'm not sure I'm up for his kind of celebrating. I actually want to be able to walk in the morning.
[He took hold of her wrist, a white glow emitting from his hand as he healed over the gash. It was the least he could do for her after the battle she fought today-
Besides, she saved his ass more than once. It was only fair. ]
Well, looks like we have some time to relax for the evening, hm?
[The mage chuckled at the invitation and shook his head, not sure if he'd exactly be up for celebrating like the qunari wanted.]
I agree. Maybe another time, but for tonight I would prefer limited company.
I'll be sure to tell him that tomorrow when I see him. I promised him a sparring match, so I'll certainly be made to look like a fool.
[Her cheeks warmed up a bit when he healed her. It wasn't a necessary thing, as the wound was small and would heal quite neatly but knowing he'd spared even that little bit of mana flattered her to no end. Well, that and the fact that he still had his wrist held in his hand.
Varric had been right. Hawke was a charmer and even the Inquisitor wasn't immune to that. While she hadn't exactly been celibate since they'd arrived at Skyhold (thanks to Bull's insistence), there was something about Hawke that made her curious. For the moment, her gaze was locked on his lips and the faint smile she saw there as he chuckled.]
And you want mine? I know there's better company to be had than mine.
[He smiled back at her, pulling his hand away once he finished healing up the wound.]
There, good as new.
[Luckily for him, it wasn't exhausting either, but it did take up nearly the last of his mana. Boldly of him, he didn't remove his hand, but instead ran his thumb lightly over the top of her hand.]
You may think so, but I could not think of more perfect company for me to have tonight. Honestly.
[And queue those big, brown mabari eyes locking with hers. They were soft and warm, something a person could easily get lost in if they weren't careful.]
[Elareth had never been a careful person. Not as a child, and certainly not now. One couldn't exactly be a cautious soul and be the Inquisitor so there was almost no hesitation as she stared back, her own eyes dark as night as she watched him. Without thinking, she absently licked at her lips before smiling at him.]
Varric warned me about you, you know. He said you have a silver tongue and a quick wit. So far, I see he's right.
[Prickles followed in the wake of his touch, leaving her fingers twitching. She didn't move them away, though. Not when his touch made her heart beat a tiny bit faster. Maybe it was that they were fresh from a battle, which heated up the blood or that she'd been held up and away from even her companions as of late. If anyone knew that need for distance, it would be the fabled Champion of Kirkwall. Someone else with a heavy title and weary shoulders.]
[This time, her smile was something wistful and vaguely shy as she absently tipped her head against his hand.]
The Inquisition doesn't run on what the Inquisitor wants. If I'm being honest... I don't know. I haven't been able to do something solely because I want to for a long time.
[The champion smiles back at her, pressing his lips boldly against the back of her hand. He smiles against her soft skin briefly before pulling away, tilting his head to the side curiously.]
Well, I think the Inquisitor can have an evening where she decides what happens for once.
[The mage can't help but chuckle in response. Well, if that's what the Inquisitor truly desired, he could possibly persuade her to tell him- But first he needed to coax her. Suddenly, he grabs hold of her hips and places her ontop of him in his lap, causing her to straddle him on the bed.]
Perhaps we just have to see where things take us then.
[He leans in close, lips close to hers while he rested his hands on her hips lightly]
[The motion was clearly unexpected, leaving her gasping softly as she was moved so deftly. Her hands moved on their own, settling on his shoulders and for a moment, she realized they were broader that she'd thought...
Cheeks flushed a bit, she found it hard to look into that dark gaze, but looking down wasn't an option when that would mean looking at his lips.
Oh, he wasn't making this easy, was he?]
I've always liked to think on my feet. It's a talent of mine.
[Hawke chuckles softly, letting his fingers explore her curves along her sides. Ah, tension like this was always fun to the mage. Who would strike first?]
[She wanted to shift into his hands like a pampered cat but she wouldn't. No, she knew this game, too. She enjoyed it and used to be good at it, back in her clan.
Smirking, she let a hand drift down his chest, deft fingers 'accidentally' sliding over his nipple.]
[But a soft groan escapes him once that finger ghosts over the sensitive flesh, and he smirks at her in response. He moves a hand to tug along the hem of her leather bodice before letting his hands slip to her back and tug at the lacings.]
[This time, it was her nails that dragged along his skin, dipping low enough to barely skirt under the waist of his leathers. If she's concerned about him trying to remover her top, she certainly isn't showing it.]
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Elareth Lavellan | Dragon Age:Inquistion
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The champion rolls his shoulders and neck, trying to relax from the action he saw today. Fighting Red Templars could be fun, but certainly wasn't easy. But when was action ever easy?
Okay, maybe certain types of action, but that was a completely different story.]
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Once she'd lightened her load, she made certain to check in with everyone that had helped to take a chunk out of the Red Templars. She had no qualms about just walking in on a few of her companions, but Hawke, she made a point to stop and knock on his door before she peered inside.]
I just wanted to check and see if you needed anything...
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Hawke only wore his leather under-armor leggings and boots he already was kicking off.]
Mm, sore, but alright for the most part. Ah, I wouldn't be opposed to some company though.
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At his offer, she slipped past the door, closing it behind her just in case she'd been followed. After all, there were still people around Skyhold that wanted to meet the famous Champion of Kirkwall and she figured he wouldn't want to have to deal with fans at the moment.]
I'd offer to heal you but I'm sorely lacking as a healer. I'm better at breaking things, not fixing them.
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Don't worry about it. I'll be able to take care of that later once I'm more rested.
[The pain was minimal, really. It didn't bother him, at least. He pats the empty spot next to him on the bed with that smile still in place, eyeing her briefly. She looked gorgeous with and without the armor.]
How are you feeling?
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At least they did until she fried them for getting too close.]
Stiff and a little tired. The battle was longer than I expected and in all honesty, there were more Red Templars than we thought. Still, we won the day. Bull invited us both to the Herald's Rest to celebrate, but I'm not sure I'm up for his kind of celebrating. I actually want to be able to walk in the morning.
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Besides, she saved his ass more than once. It was only fair. ]
Well, looks like we have some time to relax for the evening, hm?
[The mage chuckled at the invitation and shook his head, not sure if he'd exactly be up for celebrating like the qunari wanted.]
I agree. Maybe another time, but for tonight I would prefer limited company.
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[Her cheeks warmed up a bit when he healed her. It wasn't a necessary thing, as the wound was small and would heal quite neatly but knowing he'd spared even that little bit of mana flattered her to no end. Well, that and the fact that he still had his wrist held in his hand.
Varric had been right. Hawke was a charmer and even the Inquisitor wasn't immune to that. While she hadn't exactly been celibate since they'd arrived at Skyhold (thanks to Bull's insistence), there was something about Hawke that made her curious. For the moment, her gaze was locked on his lips and the faint smile she saw there as he chuckled.]
And you want mine? I know there's better company to be had than mine.
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There, good as new.
[Luckily for him, it wasn't exhausting either, but it did take up nearly the last of his mana. Boldly of him, he didn't remove his hand, but instead ran his thumb lightly over the top of her hand.]
You may think so, but I could not think of more perfect company for me to have tonight. Honestly.
[And queue those big, brown mabari eyes locking with hers. They were soft and warm, something a person could easily get lost in if they weren't careful.]
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Varric warned me about you, you know. He said you have a silver tongue and a quick wit. So far, I see he's right.
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[There was a slight gleam in his eye though. Varric did know him best, and did know he wasn't exactly the most subtle when it came to flirting.]
Ah, is it working then?
[Hawke chuckled, thumb still idly tracing a pattern lightly across her smooth skin.]
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That count on what you're wanting from me.
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[The mage smiles at her and his other hand moves to brush some of that dark hair behind her ear.]
What I want, however, is a completely different story. How about you tell me what you want though. I'm much more interested in hearing about that.
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The Inquisition doesn't run on what the Inquisitor wants. If I'm being honest... I don't know. I haven't been able to do something solely because I want to for a long time.
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Well, I think the Inquisitor can have an evening where she decides what happens for once.
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You know, I can think of one thing I want...
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Tell me.
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I want you to tell me what you want.
[Even now, she played the Game.]
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Perhaps we just have to see where things take us then.
[He leans in close, lips close to hers while he rested his hands on her hips lightly]
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Cheeks flushed a bit, she found it hard to look into that dark gaze, but looking down wasn't an option when that would mean looking at his lips.
Oh, he wasn't making this easy, was he?]
I've always liked to think on my feet. It's a talent of mine.
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[Hawke chuckles softly, letting his fingers explore her curves along her sides. Ah, tension like this was always fun to the mage. Who would strike first?]
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[She wanted to shift into his hands like a pampered cat but she wouldn't. No, she knew this game, too. She enjoyed it and used to be good at it, back in her clan.
Smirking, she let a hand drift down his chest, deft fingers 'accidentally' sliding over his nipple.]
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[But a soft groan escapes him once that finger ghosts over the sensitive flesh, and he smirks at her in response. He moves a hand to tug along the hem of her leather bodice before letting his hands slip to her back and tug at the lacings.]
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Age before beauty, oh Champion.
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