[ ooc: Oh yeah. That's kind of important, isn't it? I was assuming it was before but if you'd like some utterly heartbroken Hawke, then I'm ttly fine with angsting it up a bit! : D ]
[ Fenris has – in Hawke's warped perceptions – always had a taste for theatrics, whether it's carrying on a, mostly, one-sided conversation of eloquently cutting down every known mage in existence, or taking a trivial issue and blowing it up into astronomical proportions, but actual acting? He isn't half bad. Hawke might even admit to being impressed. Though, considering Hawke finds interest in just about anything Fenris does, it probably doesn't mean much in the end. Still... he smiles through the hiss and tilts his chin for a brief, sideways glance at the other, before he carries on in that merry, ambitious way of his. ] All right, all right. No carrying.
[ He tugs, just marginally, on the elf's wrist however, as though to remind the both of them that he is carrying him in a way, even if it's slight; he might also be slowing his steps, taking his time to climb each one, because he knows once they reach the top and turn the corner, this is going to be over. The other's guard will go back up and the distance will find its way between them, and while, sure, the blood staining the other's jerkin is seeping into his own leathers and ruining them in kind, this is... nice. Really nice. Silly notions aside however, Hawke forces his attention forward again and draws his voice out on a hum, waiting only a moment longer for the next tease. ] I wonder who will enjoy hearing of this more. Varric or Isabela. [ Because they will; they might even be lurking in the shadows watching already. ] My bet is on Varric. [ He'll write an entire story of Fenris' adventure, embellishments and all – so guess what, in his version, Hawke will have carried Fenris up the stairs. Ha! ] Yours?
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[ Fenris has – in Hawke's warped perceptions – always had a taste for theatrics, whether it's carrying on a, mostly, one-sided conversation of eloquently cutting down every known mage in existence, or taking a trivial issue and blowing it up into astronomical proportions, but actual acting? He isn't half bad. Hawke might even admit to being impressed. Though, considering Hawke finds interest in just about anything Fenris does, it probably doesn't mean much in the end. Still... he smiles through the hiss and tilts his chin for a brief, sideways glance at the other, before he carries on in that merry, ambitious way of his. ] All right, all right. No carrying.
[ He tugs, just marginally, on the elf's wrist however, as though to remind the both of them that he is carrying him in a way, even if it's slight; he might also be slowing his steps, taking his time to climb each one, because he knows once they reach the top and turn the corner, this is going to be over. The other's guard will go back up and the distance will find its way between them, and while, sure, the blood staining the other's jerkin is seeping into his own leathers and ruining them in kind, this is... nice. Really nice. Silly notions aside however, Hawke forces his attention forward again and draws his voice out on a hum, waiting only a moment longer for the next tease. ] I wonder who will enjoy hearing of this more. Varric or Isabela. [ Because they will; they might even be lurking in the shadows watching already. ] My bet is on Varric. [ He'll write an entire story of Fenris' adventure, embellishments and all – so guess what, in his version, Hawke will have carried Fenris up the stairs. Ha! ] Yours?