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“Do you mind?”

“Nuh-uh.”

If you guys don’t mind I’m just going to make silly gifs now. Do you mind?

Oooooo electricity trick

Going on the run with Isabela probably wasn’t the smartest idea he’s ever had, although it might have been the best one, depending on who you’re asking.

Lately, they can only ask Isabela—when Hawke isn’t too busy asking a local seagull or the stormclouds or the Maker himself, some variation of why and, on saltier days, a more specifically self-centered why me? Only Isabela ever answers, anyway, unless you count a bird cry or a lightning bolt or pointed silence as answer.

Maybe it’s answer enough.

‘Going on the run with Isabela was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had,’ Isabela says from the ship’s wheel. 

Hawke would argue with her, but then she’d probably bring up his other smart ideas, nipple piercing at the top of the list. As though that wasn’t Isabela’s smart idea in the first place.

Varric might have been incorrigible, but he never pried—not obviously, and that’s the little white lie Hawke stuck with to maintain the precious illusion of privacy—but when they’re on Isabela’s ship, all bets are off. 

Not that anyone lets Anders make any bets in the first place, and Hawke goes with him on that, for old time’s sake. For solidarity.

It’s what they do, apparently. 

In their private quarters, dressed like sailors, Hawke’s hands callused from the ropes—he knows how to tie hearts into knots, and his own stomach, but not anything else—with Anders’s nose burned from the sun glinting off the open water, both of them salty in places they can’t mention in front of the mabari, they strip down out of the clothes that don’t quite fit them, the colors that were never theirs in the first place, although Anders does admit the blue isn’t half bad, not even if it was always Carver’s color. And the red makes Hawke remember the first time Anders ever came down the stairs—wearing one of his extra sets of house robes, too big across the shoulders, sash loose around the waist. 

The memory makes Hawke want to sweep Anders into his arms. 

The blisters on Hawke’s palms make Anders reach to take his hands. 

Over Anders’s shoulders, Isabela settles in. ‘Now we’re getting somewhere,’ she says. ‘Go on, boys. Sparkle for me.’

Varric has her spying on them for his stories. It’s the only explanation. The dwarf is rich and Isabela loves gold and the two of them separately are dangerous enough, impossible when they work together. 

‘Do you mind?’ Hawke asks.

‘Nuh-uh,’ Isabela replies. 

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