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victory_road2016-11-26 10:14 pm
laughingstawke) wrote in victory_road2016-11-26 10:14 pm
ATTENTION: TOTALLY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
Hey!
[Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall as most of Johto ought to know (she'd been screaming it since her arrival, after all), appeared on the screen. There was a playful sort of light in her eyes, and a rather mischievous expression on her face. Anders sits in the background, looking absolutely smitten. His eyes aren't on the camera, but on the woman in front of it.
Screw that admittedly very handsome guy and his wedding. We're gonna talk about me for a minute.
Me and my fiance went to get hitched while we were still able to feel some amount of connection to our old lives. It was great. I'd say you should have been here but... you weren't invited.
[Hawke held out her hand, showing off a band of-- is that ice? Is that an ice ring? Even if it is, she's proud of it. Not that she's paying much attention, she's turned to look back at Anders. Don't tell her, but her expression has softened, a more tender smile replacing the sarcastic one.]
Have anything to say, love?
[Anders shifts, peering around the raven-haired woman. His expression is just as tender and amazed as the one she's hiding.]
"She's my wife. Andraste's sword. Marian Hawke is my--"
[Whatever he was planning on saying is quickly interrupted by Hawke smacking a hand over his mouth. Her loving gaze is replaced with a glower.]
That's Hawke. Just Hawke.
[Anders chuckles from behind her hand. He shifts his head away, freeing his mouth just enough to speak once more.]
"Wrap it up, will you? I've a gift to give you."
[Grin plastered across her lips once more, Hawke turned back to the screen. She gave anyone viewing a quick wink, followed by a wave.]
Please forward all gifts and well-wishes to the Ecruteak Inn. There had best be plenty!
[Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall as most of Johto ought to know (she'd been screaming it since her arrival, after all), appeared on the screen. There was a playful sort of light in her eyes, and a rather mischievous expression on her face. Anders sits in the background, looking absolutely smitten. His eyes aren't on the camera, but on the woman in front of it.
Screw that admittedly very handsome guy and his wedding. We're gonna talk about me for a minute.
Me and my fiance went to get hitched while we were still able to feel some amount of connection to our old lives. It was great. I'd say you should have been here but... you weren't invited.
[Hawke held out her hand, showing off a band of-- is that ice? Is that an ice ring? Even if it is, she's proud of it. Not that she's paying much attention, she's turned to look back at Anders. Don't tell her, but her expression has softened, a more tender smile replacing the sarcastic one.]
Have anything to say, love?
[Anders shifts, peering around the raven-haired woman. His expression is just as tender and amazed as the one she's hiding.]
"She's my wife. Andraste's sword. Marian Hawke is my--"
[Whatever he was planning on saying is quickly interrupted by Hawke smacking a hand over his mouth. Her loving gaze is replaced with a glower.]
That's Hawke. Just Hawke.
[Anders chuckles from behind her hand. He shifts his head away, freeing his mouth just enough to speak once more.]
"Wrap it up, will you? I've a gift to give you."
[Grin plastered across her lips once more, Hawke turned back to the screen. She gave anyone viewing a quick wink, followed by a wave.]
Please forward all gifts and well-wishes to the Ecruteak Inn. There had best be plenty!