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Unexpected DRAGON AGE 2 - Carver, FemHawke & pretty much everyone else
"She's a virgin, you know."
Four pairs of eyes swung over to where Carver slouched in his chair, sulking. He'd been quiet all evening. He'd joined Varric, Fenris, Sebastian, and Anders at the hanged man for a game of diamondback, only to participate very little as he set about the business of getting deliberately and thoroughly drunk.
As the days leading to their impending trip into the deep roads steadily ticked away, Hawke's hotheaded younger sibling was proving to be even more moody than usual.
"Excuse me?" Fenris's deep voice asked in its usual demanding way.
"My sister," Carver explained. They waited, but it seemed as if this was all they'd get without further prompting.
The subject of their current scrutiny was currently out hunting bandits with Isabela, Merrill, and Aveline. Knowing of her plans to set out without her brother in tow, Varric had thought it prudent to include Junior in tonight's manly get together. Now he couldn't help but regret the decision.
"Care to explain why you'd tell us this?" Again, Fenris was the first of them to respond.
Varric chuckled, "Come on. Junior's pulling our leg. He's got to be." Varric's brows rose into his hairline as Carver's only response was to take another long sip from his mug. Irritated now, he continued, "Why in the name of Andraste would you even be at liberty to say one way or the other? Do siblings usually keep track of that sort of thing?" Abruptly changing tactics, he gave a false sigh. "You know what? Never mind. I'm sure that each time Hawke takes a new lover, her brother is the first one she shares all the juicy details with."
Varric's serious tone caused a bark of laughter to issue from Anders, who had yet to comment on the subject.
"Hey... I might be a year younger but that doesn't mean I haven't always been the one to look out for her." Glaring at each of them in turn, Carver continued, "I just thought you should know. The way you all look at her, flirt with her, the innuendo you all have with Isabela... just forget it. Isabela is more than willing to have a go at each and every one of you." He paused. "Assuming she hasn't already. But my sister isn't for that," he groused.
Again, Fenris was the first to reply, "You believe she deserves better than us, which is commendable."
"If she wasn't a mage, she'd be marrying someone like him," Carver said, tipping his head in Sebastian's direction. "I think mother brought us up believing that a strong match might still be possible. With the whole magic thing, she'll need to keep what she's got, if you catch what I'm saying."
Sebastian's eyes dropped to the mug of mead that was cradled between his own gloved fingers. He seemed altogether fascinated with the murky liquid, keeping quiet as everyone else seemed to start talking at once.
Anders, who'd lost his virginity at the tender age of thirteen, was able to make his voice carry better than the rest of them, and therefor was able to get his two bits in next. "Your sister? She's got teasing down to an art." Disbelief colored his tone. To his thinking, magic and promiscuity just went together. Things may have been different for Hawke, being an apostate instead of a circle mage, but he'd never seen her as anything different than what they'd all assumed her to be. Or more accurately, what she presented herself to be.
Varric cut in next, "Are you sure? There's a lot of farm boys back in Ferelden, isn't there? Seems to me that's about all there is to occupy the time in such a life."
Pink tinged the high slopes of Carver's cheekbones at this. "Well, I never had any reason to restrain myself. But those girls... were nothing like my sisters. My mother grew up among nobility. But my father... it was his influence more than anything else. Had them both afraid of intimacy beyond kissing. Probably why my sister got so good at flirting. It's all she was allowed."
Sebastian cleared his throat loudly, finally adding to the conversation. "I doubt that anyone here is in any position to judge one way or the other. I think it would be best if we respect Hawke's privacy and speak of other things."
Having successfully killed the mood, Carver lurched from his chair and began a slow walk to the exit. Gamlen's sorry excuse for a house was only a few blocks up, so it never occurred to any of them to help the well-muscled lad find his way home.
Varric thumbed through the deck of cards in his hands, noticing that each man at the table now seemed to be more occupied with their own thoughts than with the game. This bunch was far too broody for such serious conversation. Never one to squander the opportunity to quit while he was ahead, Varric pulled his pile of winnings across the scarred table and toward his broad chest. "Bianca and I are going to call it a night." A wicked grin split his face as he added, "Sweet dreams."
Varric stretched as he entered his room, closing and locking his door behind him. It was food for thought, at least. But the Hawke of his tales was going to be a varitable whore. It just sounded better.

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Unexpected DRAGON AGE 2 - Carver, FemHawke & pretty much everyone else
"She's a virgin, you know."
Four pairs of eyes swung over to where Carver slouched in his chair, sulking. He'd been quiet all evening. He'd joined Varric, Fenris, Sebastian, and Anders at the hanged man for a game of diamondback, only to participate very little as he set about the business of getting deliberately and thoroughly drunk.
As the days leading to their impending trip into the deep roads steadily ticked away, Hawke's hotheaded younger sibling was proving to be even more moody than usual.
"Excuse me?" Fenris's deep voice asked in its usual demanding way.
"My sister," Carver explained. They waited, but it seemed as if this was all they'd get without further prompting.
The subject of their current scrutiny was currently out hunting bandits with Isabela, Merrill, and Aveline. Knowing of her plans to set out without her brother in tow, Varric had thought it prudent to include Junior in tonight's manly get together. Now he couldn't help but regret the decision.
"Care to explain why you'd tell us this?" Again, Fenris was the first of them to respond.
Varric chuckled, "Come on. Junior's pulling our leg. He's got to be." Varric's brows rose into his hairline as Carver's only response was to take another long sip from his mug. Irritated now, he continued, "Why in the name of Andraste would you even be at liberty to say one way or the other? Do siblings usually keep track of that sort of thing?" Abruptly changing tactics, he gave a false sigh. "You know what? Never mind. I'm sure that each time Hawke takes a new lover, her brother is the first one she shares all the juicy details with."
Varric's serious tone caused a bark of laughter to issue from Anders, who had yet to comment on the subject.
"Hey... I might be a year younger but that doesn't mean I haven't always been the one to look out for her." Glaring at each of them in turn, Carver continued, "I just thought you should know. The way you all look at her, flirt with her, the innuendo you all have with Isabela... just forget it. Isabela is more than willing to have a go at each and every one of you." He paused. "Assuming she hasn't already. But my sister isn't for that," he groused.
Again, Fenris was the first to reply, "You believe she deserves better than us, which is commendable."
"If she wasn't a mage, she'd be marrying someone like him," Carver said, tipping his head in Sebastian's direction. "I think mother brought us up believing that a strong match might still be possible. With the whole magic thing, she'll need to keep what she's got, if you catch what I'm saying."
Sebastian's eyes dropped to the mug of mead that was cradled between his own gloved fingers. He seemed altogether fascinated with the murky liquid, keeping quiet as everyone else seemed to start talking at once.
Anders, who'd lost his virginity at the tender age of thirteen, was able to make his voice carry better than the rest of them, and therefor was able to get his two bits in next. "Your sister? She's got teasing down to an art." Disbelief colored his tone. To his thinking, magic and promiscuity just went together. Things may have been different for Hawke, being an apostate instead of a circle mage, but he'd never seen her as anything different than what they'd all assumed her to be. Or more accurately, what she presented herself to be.
Varric cut in next, "Are you sure? There's a lot of farm boys back in Ferelden, isn't there? Seems to me that's about all there is to occupy the time in such a life."
Pink tinged the high slopes of Carver's cheekbones at this. "Well, I never had any reason to restrain myself. But those girls... were nothing like my sisters. My mother grew up among nobility. But my father... it was his influence more than anything else. Had them both afraid of intimacy beyond kissing. Probably why my sister got so good at flirting. It's all she was allowed."
Sebastian cleared his throat loudly, finally adding to the conversation. "I doubt that anyone here is in any position to judge one way or the other. I think it would be best if we respect Hawke's privacy and speak of other things."
Having successfully killed the mood, Carver lurched from his chair and began a slow walk to the exit. Gamlen's sorry excuse for a house was only a few blocks up, so it never occurred to any of them to help the well-muscled lad find his way home.
Varric thumbed through the deck of cards in his hands, noticing that each man at the table now seemed to be more occupied with their own thoughts than with the game. This bunch was far too broody for such serious conversation. Never one to squander the opportunity to quit while he was ahead, Varric pulled his pile of winnings across the scarred table and toward his broad chest. "Bianca and I are going to call it a night." A wicked grin split his face as he added, "Sweet dreams."
Varric stretched as he entered his room, closing and locking his door behind him. It was food for thought, at least. But the Hawke of his tales was going to be a varitable whore. It just sounded better.