Fics featuring the Champion of Kirkwall warrior Gawyn Hawke, and his lady, Mairead Cousland, and Champion of Kirkwall rogue Maebh Hawke and Sebastian Vael.
Dragon Age
things you said when you thought i was asleep
Sebastian’s chair was the perfect distance from the fire, the muffled pattering of the rain against closed windows a soporific rhythm. He’d leaned his head back some time ago–he wasn’t quite sure how long–and the book in his hands rested lightly in his lap. Fenris’ quiet voice rumbled from the other side of the library,…
things you said when you were crying
It had become a regular thing before he realized it. At first only one evening a week had found Sebastian knocking on Hawke’s door, offering a wan smile to Bodahn and whatever assistance he could think of. The frequency of those visits grew to nearly every night–and extended earlier and earlier into his days–after he…
things you said when i was crying
The hours dragged on forever to him, and each one that passed made his heart sink a little further, made his pulse a little more rapid. It was taking too long, he was sure of it. Something was wrong. It had to be. His pacing took him swiftly back toward the bustle outside their bedroom…
things you said at the kitchen table
“I have to admit,” Hawke said, “you surprised me.” Her back was to him, hands digging through the icebox at the opposite end of the kitchen from where he sat, the knuckles of his right hand raw and bloodied and resting on the long wooden table before him. Sebastian let out a quiet breath and let…
like mother, like son
“No! I will not allow her to go with you on this dangerous adventure of yours!” Gawyn ground his teeth together and concentrated on a jagged crack running thin up the side of a nearby wall just past where his mother stood. “It’s her choice.” He managed to keep the volume of his voice restrained.…
like no noble you know
He really didn’t mind going to the tailor regularly with Mairead. It was something she enjoyed doing for him, and he liked to see her enjoy herself. And, he had to admit, she did have good taste while working within the confines of what he didn’t prefer to wear. But when the tailor started slipping…
like too many fights
They were coming back from the Hanged Man, winding their way leisurely through the wide Hightown streets. When the others were around—tonight it was Anders and Varric, both up from the lower parts of the city for reasons of their own—Mairead did not usually rest her hand in the loop Gawyn made with his arm…
