Dragon Age 2
fic. Not written seriously, so please chill and just enjoy.
The Hanged Man was crowded at this time of day, though it could be said about the tavern at every other point in time as well. The Lowtown of Kirkwall was full of soldiers, laborers, miners, refugees, thieves, brigands, and all other kinds of people who tended to spend every money on ale, mead, booze, or practically any alcohol cheap enough for them to purchase.
One particular group though could always get a free table no matter the time: Hawke's party, courtesy of Varric's acquaintance with both the bartender and most of the patrons - a good portion of them owned the dwarf and was always seeking to be on the good term with him. "Please, serah Tethras, sit on my chair, I don't need it anymore" was an example of such behavior.
The said dwarf was now coming to the table holding a big mug full of ale, which looked completely oversized compared with his height. He kept it close to his famous haired chest, revealed by usual attire.
"I'm gonna ask again, Rivaini." He said, climbing onto a chair, on which a bunch of pillows was set for him to reach a tabletop. "What with the long face?"
The pirate captain hasn't even started her beverage. Few still full mugs rested before her, while she was just sitting there with a disturbed face, resting her head on the bent arm. She dipped her finger in one of the mugs and was now drawing some indistinct shapes on the table.
Merrill was a completely different case. Being utterly excited that someone invited her to the tavern, she was drinking her beer like water, being currently completely dizzy with alcohol running through her veins.
"Long face, hihihi." She giggled so hard, that she almost fell off her chair if Varric hadn't pulled her by a sleeve.
"Haven't you got everything you wanted lately?" The dwarf continued. "Thanks to Arishok's death you have qunari off your back, and by returning with the Tome of Koslun you proved to be more ethical than you pretended to be. You even won Hawke's heart, beating three other people to it, including Daisy over here."
"Wait, she wanted Hawke?" A hiccup interrupted Merril's dialogue. "I wanted Hawke."
Varric only waved his hand in response, staring at Isabela. Finally, the pirate sighed under his piercing gaze.
"Yeah, you're right. I got Hawke." She looked at her fellow rogue. "But he's just so average!"
"Average? Hawke?" Varric was shocked. "He's the most remarkable man I know. Member of a noble family, Champion of Kirkwall, great dancer..." He recited.
"You don't understand, Tethras. He's average down there."
"Oh." It was the only comment from Varric, but Merrill wasn't so subtle.
"Are we talking about his penis?" She almost shouted, drawing some attention from other patrons.
"Sush!" Isabela was quick to silence the elf. "Yes, we're talking about his penis."
"Well... If it's the only complaint... It's not so bad. You could have scored much, much worse." Varric tried to comfort his Rivaini friend.
"Yeah, I know." Isabela tried to smile but quickly returned to her grumpy state. "But I so love being railed by a big cock!"
"Too much information," Varric murmured, half-unconsciously wondering if his size would she deemed enough.
But the reaction from Merrill was much more interesting. She suddenly straightened, before leaning to Isabela and whispering something to her ear.
"You can do what?" Isabela wasn't sure if she understood correctly, but when the elf repeated, he heard the same thing.
"Really? And will you do that? What do you want in return?"
Merrill yet again whispered something directly to her.
"Deal!" Isabela was eager to agree, a sudden spike of excitement heard in her voice.
Varric didn't hear the thing but also didn't ask. He preferred to not know.
Garrett Hawke wandered through Kirkwall's Hightown in springy steps, enthusiastically answering everyone who greeted him along the way. He completely didn't mind people recognizing him, enjoying his Champion status while he still could.
Hawke and his party returned from the Vimmark Mountains a mere hours ago. Their adventures there were as daring as they could get when the simple infiltration mission turned into fighting for lives not only theirs, but many mostly innocent Qunari agents spread along Thedas as well.
Garret couldn't wait to tell the story to Varric and Isabela. Both rogues were left behind because of the involvement of Tallis, an elfen thief. The woman was the heart of the entire story, but he already decided to leave her mostly off, at least with his beloved. Isabela could be very jealous.
Before that however, he decided to visit the city bath house to get himself nice and clean before meeting with the woman of his life, whom he informed about his return with the messenger. That's why he was now clothed casually, in a brown shirt and matching trousers - his combat suit was sent to his estate by the bath staff.
But when he finally got to the mansion and slipped through the door, he found it unexpectedly quiet. No "welcome, serah", no "enchantment", no ever surprised squeak from Orana. Even his dog didn't bark.
Alarmed, he ventured further into the house but soon sighed in relief. On the top floor, visible from the ground stood Isabela, clothed in her regular, sexy white corset reaching down to her high boots. She however ditched the gloves and armbads, as well as the usual bandana, letting her hair wave loosely.
"Welcome home, beloved." He mocked obedient tone, but the accompanied wink made it clear she only joked. "I trust your adventure was successful."
"Bela!" Hawke exclaimed. In a few quick steps, he got on top of the stairs, when he grabbed his beloved by the waist and lifted her into the air, spinning her around. Next, he kissed her longingly.
"I brought you presents!" He said when their lips parted, lifting his arms at the same time. In one of them was a decorative, yet also deadly dagger, in the other an amulet bearing some pirate marks.
"Dagger of the Four Winds! And Badge of the Felicisima Armada!" Isabela immediately recognized the artifacts, known to pirates all over the Walking Sea. "So nice of you!"