Baby, you’re perfect

[buckynats]

find the word.

+ top level with your person. prefs/canon info/etc.
+ other people will reply with the first word that comes to their character's mind to describe yours. it could be about their appearance (consider this an 'are they beautiful?' meme if you wanna), their personality, or the mystique that may or may not surround (they're...interesting). break out the thesaurus.
+ your person reacts.
+ thread.

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[battlemaged]

[ The concern is appreciated; Hawke returns the embrace. ]

No, it really doesn't.

[ But he doesn't mind the asking; it's not in any way her fault. And manages to chuckle, if a little roughly. ]

I've been enduring for quite a while.

[callmedeath]

I know that feeling well.

[ Her voice comes slightly muffled where her cheek is pressed against him. She's suffered losses. She's lost friends on the frontlines and in the Fold. ]

You're in good company.

[battlemaged]

Wish I wasn't.

[ Said gently, his chin resting atop her head. But he's a good comforter; he's done it more than often for his inner circle. Hawke strokes Nina's hair gently, offering quiet support and strength if she needs it. ]

...but I suppose losing people is part of life, though the philosophy doesn't make their absence any easier to bear.

[ He doesn't let go when he inquires: ]

Have you also lost family?

[callmedeath]

Yes.

[ Her parents. Her fellow Grisha. Friends she's made in her travels. Being Grisha means constantly losing someone she cares about. For some, it's hardened their hearts, but that's never been Nina. She feels strongly in everything though she doesn't always show it. She hides it behind her ribald jokes and cheeky mischief. ]

Too many.

[battlemaged]

[ They're more alike than they realize. Hawke deals with his own grief by focusing on the problems of others; it's a moderate bulwark to keep his own sorrow at arm's length. ]

I'm sorry, Nina. I truly am.

[callmedeath]

Don't be.

[ She appreciates his understanding and comfort most of all. The gentle stroking of his fingers through her hair nearly makes her want to melt. She pulls back to smile wryly up at him. ]

Two peas in a pod, you and I.

[battlemaged]

[ His chuckle rumbles in his chest, warm against her cheek. Hawke gently lowers his head to nuzzle a soft kiss at her temple, understanding and sympathy offered in every quiet caress. He's always had a big heart, even when it pained him more than it should, but he'll never regret being the stalwart for anyone who's ever needed him. ]

Seems so, doesn't it?

[ He rests his cheek against her head, just holding her close. ]

But you're safe here, Nina. For as long as you wish to remain,

[callmedeath]

[ Parts of her wishes she can stay indefinitely. She knows that once she completes her mission she'll have to move on. She's in the service of the Second Army and the Black General himself.

But she supposes she can enjoy the time they have now. His gentle nuzzling and the soft kiss to her temple makes her feel as warm and cozy as a kitten. She wants to curl against him. ]

That sounds so lovely. I didn't realize how tired I am.