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Despite the fact they weren't together, the two of them found excuses to be near one another. The weeks begin and end with reading lessons, late at night in Hawke's library, Hawke sitting closer than he did with those he was simply friends with (The Starhaven Heir comes to mind,) assisting in pronounciations in response to asks for help, vocally or through puppy eyes as Merrill would call them. Diamondback nights, common as they are, are spent sitting in Varric's room at the hanged man everyone involved trying to outdo Varric and Isabela, or at the least not be the first out of coin. The others pay no mind, or pretend not to, when at the en

A month later, three weeks of which being walking to it, Dane found himself in a slightly larger town, which meant more work, mostly consisting of making medicines, hunting down raiders for bounty, and the occasional mundane task such as mending clothes, all of which meant more coin, and he was actually doing well enough to stay in the Inn. He was coming back from turning in his tasks for the day into the Chanter, with dark quickly falling, a fact that made him nervous do to the fact that it seemed that this town had an oddly high number of Templars in this particular town. Templars that had the dangerous mixture of experience but lacked th

Dane sat up, then immediately laid back down as his head promptly throbbed as if he'd been hit over the head-which he remembered dazedly, he had been. At the behest of the captain of the refugee ship, he had been above deck assisting with the ship among the storm. Abruptly, as he'd secured a rope, his mind had screamed at him to duck, and the reason being had been another passenger, attempting to plunge a knife into his upper back. With him, out of the way however, and the two of them struggling, (stupidly close to the railing, that the next part wasn't a surprise) the knife had severed a rope and sent the small dinghy spinning, directly int

Sometimes... Sometimes, when we're talking, I get the impulse to tell you "Sorry." But I always stop, because I realize That to you, it would seem out of place. (Seeing things from the other's place is supposed to be good, so why does it hurt?) I get jealous easier then I seem to, you know? But I do everything I can to not impede. (They say people born under my Chinese Zodiac are Chivalrous...) And seeing you longing like that, always longing for that other... And hurting in the process... Makes me hurt just as much it burns and hurts to breathe ( They say that Pisces empathize a lot...) I don't know how much you can tel