The Stories of Avalyn Hawke and Fenris

Varric's Suite

Varric's Suite

The Hanged Man was packed. It looked like all the workers from the Bone Pit were celebrating, but they weren't the only ones filling up the small open area. There were a few mercenaries sitting near Coriff, looking at Rivaini. She of course was flirting with them.

Back in his suite, the rest of Hawke's Merrimen sat around his table. Shaking his head, he walked up the stairs to make his way back to his suite. Inside almost all the others had a drink in their hand, well except for Blondie and Daisy. Broody sat in the corner nursing a bottle of some fancy wine. Varric just couldn't understand that. He had some of the Hanged Man's best sitting in a pitcher on the table, but no the Elf had to bring his own.

As he walked in, Junior turned to look at him. "So Varric, are we finally going to get some food?"

Varric smirked at him. "Norah's going to brings something later, Junior."

The single male Hawke nodded as he turned back to face his twin. "Good. I can't stand Gamlen's cooking anymore."

Sunshine smiled at him. "Well, you could offer to cook you know."

"Stop it you two. I've had enough today fighting that damn dragon."

Everyone in the room turned to face Hawke. She sat in the corner opposite of Broody, frowning. He had known she was good, but to find a fellow rouge that was better than him, hadn't crossed his mind.

Junior hung his head. "Sorry, Ava."

"Yeah, sorry." Sunshine glared at Junior.

He almost laughed at the two of them. Hawke kept those too in line better than the Guard Captain had kept his guards. Of course, that had changed since Aveline had taken over.

Blondie looked at him as he walked over to his chair. "What's so funny, Varric?"

Smiling, he sat down in his comfortable chair. "Oh, nothing. Don't worry I'm not working on a story about a mage."

Blondie nodded as he turned his attention back towards the table.

Poor guy. He had it bad for Hawke, but Varric could already see that Hawke had fallen for someone else. Someone a whole lot more broody.

Broody took a drink of his wine. Oh, he wasn't hiding it either. Of course, more than likely the poor guy had no idea how to act on his feelings. Varric couldn't even begin thinking how it was for a slave, but Hawke didn't see that. No, she just saw someone who needed help.

Grabbing his ale filled cup off the table, Varric looked over at Daisy. "Not drinking tonight, Daisy?"

Her eyes moved around the room. "Ah, no. I don't want to accidentally do something I'll regret later. You know like setting someone on fire."

Varric nodded as he began to slip his ale. Maybe Broody had the right idea about the wine.

For once he remained silent as those around him talked, well except for Broody, who just sat in his corner and brood. Slowly, the other began to leave. Junior, Sunshine, and Daisy were the first ones. Then Blondie left, leaving only Hawke and Broody in their corners.

Varric stood near the wall that separated his bedroom from the main part of the suite shaking his head. Both of them were sound asleep. They weren't going anywhere tonight. He had already locked the door. Hopefully Rivaini wouldn't find out they were still here and stay out of his suite. Sighing, he went and grabbed two blankets. As best as he could, he covered his two companions with them. Then finally he went to bed, with a new idea for a story in his head.