Tell Me Baby, What's Your Story? (OPEN POST~)

[withmyhawkeout]

 Hawke had been watching the city for quite some time. In fact, judging from the wine bottles collected at his feet and the light rise and fall of his chest, it had probably been such a time that he'd outright fallen asleep. He didn't even stir at the sound of somebody approaching, presumably assuming (hopefully rightfully) that nobody in his home would attack him. Curled in the windowsill and pressed against the metal that was keeping him inside instead of a Hawke pancake, he looked... restful.

The neighbors were screaming good-naturedly at each other as the sun set over the swathe of city visible from the window. That didn't wake Hawke- indeed, didn't even make him twitch. A light breeze swept into the room, ruffling the pages of a few books he had open on his desk. Goosebumps rose on his arms, then fell again. That was what woke him.

"... Wha...?" He muzzily leaned away from the window grate, scruffing at his hair and face. "Maker's breath, I feel like I've been asleep <i>forever.</i>"

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[magerights]

"Only an hour at least," Anders commented without glancing up from where he was sitting nearby. "You looked peaceful, though. I didn't want to wake you."

He'd come in about an hour ago himself, having finished up early at the clinic for a change and decided to see Garrett. But on finding the other man asleep, Anders had instead settled himself at the desk, taking up a little space to work on the latest draft of his manifesto. Right now he was caught up in trying to figure out a particular phrase, so his reception was perhaps not quite as friendly as it would have been otherwise.

"...what's the difference between impugn and oppugn? Do you know?"

[withmyhawkeout]

Hawke shrugged his shoulders a few times, swinging his body down from the sill to pad over to where Anders was seated. "I feel like I have a cramp for my whole body. I'm getting too old to curl up like a kitten, I suppose."

When that didn't garner a response, he peered over the mage's shoulder. He'd be ashamed to admit it to his face, but he did feel a vague tickle of dismay at the sight of the manifesto. He hid his dismay by leaning down, putting his mouth dangerously close to Ander's ear. "I should suppose that one is...." A hand crept down to slip under Ander's coat, petting at the warmth of his ribs, "perhaps a bit more forceful."

[magerights]

"Kittens are cute," Anders agreed absently, a little distracted with the phrases that didn't quite sit right in his head. He was vaguely aware of Hawke moving, but didn't pay too much attention to the other's closeness until suddenly there was a warm, whiskery break in his ear and fingers trailing over his ribs.

That was more than enough to startle him out of debates about which word to use, Anders giving a little jump and then laughing.

"All right, all right," he said, turning his head to rub his cheek against Garrett's scratchier one. "You've made you point. I'll put the cause of mages aside for the night, shall I?"

[withmyhawkeout]

Hawke leaned down, tilting his face to catch Anders' lips with his own. "Glad to hear I'm still passably persuasive," he murmured. "Have you eaten? I can find something for you in the kitchen- Mother made a delicious roast today that'll probably haunt our storehouse for a week unless you help." He ran a coaxing hand back and forth over Anders' hard shoulders, calling a bit of fire-heat to his hand to sooth any aches that might be lingering.

"Then you and I can go see what's to be found." He winked. "You know, in my bedroom."

[magerights]

Anders couldn't help but sigh, his eyes closing and shoulders relaxing a little more under Garrett's touch. "Mmm, you make some tempting offers there. I have a hard time deciding which one sounds better."

Grinning, he rose from his chair to settle his arms around Garrett's neck and kiss the tip of his nose. "Your mother's cooking is very good, after all. The best I've tasted."

[foepas]

Alec studied Hawke as he blinked his eyes open, before he moved in to collect the empty wine bottles.

"Not quite that" he drawled, relocating the bottles one by one upright on Hawke's desk. "But as to any shorter duration, I really couldn't say. Other than that it's been at least more than fifteen minutes. Still a wide range to work in, between a quarter of an hour and forever, I think."

The bottles set up, Alec turned his full attention back to Hawke. "Having any good dreams?"

[withmyhawkeout]

"Forever but for today, maybe," he supplied, watching Alec cross the room with fondness. He would have offered to help, but he figured that he should probably get a hold of his head before he fell off the windowseat and broke his hand open on the glass.

"Just a few," Hawke murmured, finally standing up to stretch and yawn hugely. "What have you been up to while I've been getting friendly with old grapes?"

[foepas]

"Exploring the city," Alec said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips at just some of what he had seen in that. It was different, doing it without Hawke, and they both certainly had their appeal. Still, he didn't look injured, so it hadn't been a violent kind of exploration.

"Perhaps you could tell me of one of them," Alec said, finishing with the bottles and moving towards the windowseat where Hawke sat.