HopeHopeHope by TheCluelessUke
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To Cullen, she's the living definition of the word, a shining beacon in the dark hallways of the circle tower, drawing him to her when she moves gracefully from room to room, never quite noticing his watchful gaze. She's the only thing that ever makes him regret taking his vows. He knows it's wrong; oh it's so very wrong to lust after a creature of evil with dangerous powers and yet he can't stop. Last time he tried, it blew up in flames. Literally.
He wonders how something so beautiful can be so forbidden, and before long a small touch on her shoulder turns to lusty touches in a dark closet, always ever so wary in case Greagoir decides to check up. It doesn't last long, before her attention switches elsewhere and Cullen finds himself noticing that she's hardly ever in the rooms anymore. He suspects, but hopes he is wrong.
She practices the magic, for he sees the dried stains on the underneath of her robe sleeves, notices the thin white scars that adorn her paper-like w
An Update, A Varric ficTitle: An UpdateAn Update, A Varric fic by Kelticmoon24
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Game: Dragon Age 2
Pairings: Varric/Hawke friendship
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Varric stared into the fireplace at the Hanged Man as he waited for Hawke to meet with him. Ever since they had gotten back from the Deep Roads, Varric has been searching diligently for his no good, backstabbing older brother. Now he had finally gotten word that Bartrand had returned to Kirkwall and had bought a mansion in Hightown. The part that made him worry was telling Hawke.
As if on cue, Varric heard footsteps behind him and turned to see the woman walking toward him, her blue mage robes illuminating in the firelight.
“Hawke, I’ve got some news,” Varric said before adding, “You might want to sit down before I tell you more, though.”
Ororo grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down as she said, “Whatever it is Varric; you can tell me.”
Maker, he hated when she said things like that.