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Lilith Hawke & First Enchanter Orsino by TobioFish on twitter!
'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
I need to be youthfully felt, 'cause, god, I've never felt young.
#champion hawke#fem hawke#custom hawke#first enchanter orsino#hawke x orsino#orsino x hawke#lilith hawke#i'm going to use those same two lines of jackie and wilson to describe them Forever#tobiofish
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Another Dragon Age 2 playthru down, another Lilith and Orsino sketch drawn 🥰
#dragon age#fem hawke#custom hawke#champion hawke#first enchanter orsino#Orsino dragon age#hawke x orsino#dragon age 2
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happy friday and happy dadwc!! could we see “Because I love you!” from the sappy prompts?
Ohhhh! Oh this prompt. This prompt caused the sappiest fill ever, 1400 words of super sappy fenders fic. One day, I will write a short fill. One day. But not today.
For @dadrunkwriting, Fenris x Anders after the chantry boom.
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Hawke let him live. He hadn't expected that.
And then they had to fight for their lives, of course, just to get to the harbour. The sea is unusually quiet tonight, the ship Isabela "acquired" floating gently across to the island of the Gallows.
Anders looks at his silent companions in the boat with him. Merrill's hair is longer, she's wearing it in a loose braid. Aveline's is shorter. Hawke's hair still sticks out in every direction, but she has a new set of armor, with a red dragon painted on the breastplate. He hasn't seen them all in quite some time.
He avoids looking at Fenris. Fenris... is still as beautiful as ever. Looking at him hurts.
Justice never approved of their relationship. If you could call it that. Their almost relationship. There were touches, sex, and holding each other at night. For a while, it had been wonderful. But he removed himself from Fenris too. He had to keep away from all of them, to protect them. None of them should be connected to the destruction. Especially not Fenris.
The boat goes ashore. It's not the official harbour of the Gallows, but a sandy beach on the side of the island. When they disembark, Isabela's manoeuvre pays off well, the templars guarding the harbour have to run to reach them. Anders throws up barriers and heals everyone, but he hesitates to use offensive spells. He shouldn't be fighting here with them all, he should be back in the city and he should be dead.
"Anders." Impossibly green eyes look at him, until Anders turns away, looking over the leaden surface of the sea.
"Fenris, I..." He almost apologises. But he shouldn't. No more compromise, no more apologies. He gave everything up for this, for changing the world, he will not apologise for it. He glances once more at Fenris and then walks, following Hawke.
The Gallows are in chaos, dead templars and dead mages lie everywhere, pools of blood spreading underneath them. Anders stumbles, his breath stuck in his throat when he sees the dead mages. The very people he meant to free and protect now lie dead in the dust. Anders feels Fenris' gaze on him, knowing that the elf hates him now, again. He will never understand.
Orsino tries to reason with Meredith, Hawke tries to reason, even fucking Cullen Rutherford tries to reason with the Knight-Commander, but she repeats her orders. Kill every single mage. Even some templars shake their heads at that order, stepping back from her.
The fight turns into a blur. So many mages die, despite all the healing Anders throws around, until he falls to his knees in exhaustion.
"Mage." Fenris holds out his hand to help him up. "Anders," he says when Anders hesitates to take his hand.
"I'm fine."
Fenris crouches down to be closer. "Anders, why —"
"Don't ask me that." Anders ignores his hand and stands up, brushing dust from his knees to hide how they shake and hurt. "You shouldn't even be here. This has nothing to do with you."
Fenris stares at him, frowning, but whatever he wants to say gets cut off by the sheer insanity unfolding at the centre of the courtyard. In a turn nobody expected, Knight-Commander Meredith reveals the damn red lyrium idol they brought up from the Deep Roads. It's now a sword, glowing red and giving off a strange sound that rings inside Anders' head.
Everything swims in front of his eyes. Meredith glows red from inside, massive statues activate and fight, and it's all getting too much. The song from the red lyrium grates in Anders' head, he loses his footing as he stumbles away from the shadow of a statue.
Someone runs into him, pushing him aside and he feels Fenris' lyrium brush against him. He always knows when Fenris is near. He can feel him.
"Careful," Fenris says. He looks at Anders with raised eyebrows. "Can you give me ice?"
Anders nods and traps the foot of the nearest statue in ice. Fenris swings his sword and shatters the leg. The statue falls down, nearly crushing Anders, and Fenris jumps on the back of the crumbled heap and cuts off the head.
That ice spell took the last of Anders' strength and he sits down, leaning his back against the crumbled statue.
He feels Fenris approaching. "Anders, are you alright?"
A hysterical laugh bubbles out of Anders' mouth. "I've never been alright in my life. I'm a mage, cursed by the Maker."
At the centre of the Gallow's courtyard, the thing that used to be Meredith, screams for the Maker and then burns up from the inside, until all that is left is the shape of her, encased in stone and metal. For a moment, it looks like the remaining templars want to close in on Hawke and her companions, and the mages who survived this far. But then Cullen lowers his sword, and just like that, the fight is over.
"The mages are coming with me," Hawke says, turning and walking out of the Gallows without another look. The boat can barely hold them all, but they're not leaving any of the mages behind.
"We'll stay out of Kirkwall for now." Hawke leads them to one of the caves they've cleared of slavers a while back. "Merrill and I will make a supply run to Kirkwall and we'll check if it's safe for you to return, Varric, alright?"
"Sounds like a plan." Varric gathers the mages at the side of the cave and begins to tell stories, distracting the scared circle mages, who never had this much nature around in their lives.
Anders lights a fire for them, and when it looks like everyone is safe, he takes his staff and disappears into the shadows. He walks quickly, if he hurries, he can make it to the other side of the Sundermount by nightfall. That should be far enough to take a rest.
A small stream crosses his path, and he stops to drink and fill his waterskin.
"Anders." Fenris' voice.
Anders nearly falls into the stream. "Maker's ass, how can you be so silent? Did you fadestep here?"
Fenris steps closer. He doesn't look amused. "Where are you going?"
"Away." Anders stoppers the waterskin and stands up. "Just away."
"You..." Fenris closes his mouth again, searching for words. "You shouldn't go alone."
"And you shouldn't follow me." Anders takes a deep breath. "I'm hunted now. I'm a danger to everyone."
Fenris frowns. "Didn't you expect that?"
"I didn't expect to live."
Fenris suddenly grabs his arm and pulls him closer. "Did you really think I would let Hawke kill you?"
Oh, it hurts to look at Fenris. It hurts so much. To see his anger, his pain. Anders wants to fall into Fenris' arms and just forget everything. But he can't. He can't let this happen. He can't ruin Fenris' life along with his own. "I pushed you away. I pushed you all away to protect you. Just leave me alone now, and you'll be fine."
"I can't do that." Fenris' voice rumbles all the way into Anders' chest.
"Why not?" Anders' body feels like a stone. He should sink into the ground until dirt covers him and elfroot grows over him.
Fenris grabs Anders' shoulders. "Because I love you!"
The words wash over him like sunlight. Stupid hope rises in him, hope Anders has to crush before it can grow. "No, you can't. You can't love someone like me."
Fenris' hand strokes over his cheek, brushing away tears Anders has not even noticed. "I can."
"No," Anders whispers, his convictions crumbling. "You're free, you have a life..."
Fenris presses a kiss against Anders' cheek. "I'm a free man and I can love a mage." He leans back, looking into Anders' eyes. "And I love you."
"Fenris," Anders sobs, breaking down. He falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around Fenris' waist. "I love you, madly, and that's why I can't do this to you..."
Untangling Anders' arms from his hips, Fenris sinks to his knees and takes Anders' head in his hands, pressing their foreheads together. "No mage will decide for me, ever again, not even you." He smiles, a tear leaving a wet streak on his cheek. "Don't push me away."
"Fenris, love." Anders presses a kiss on the three white dots on Fenris' forehead. "One day, you'll regret this."
"No, I will not." Fenris looks at him, the smile on his face a fragile thing. "We all live with the decisions we make. I will not regret choosing to spend my life with you because I know it is right, no matter what happens."
"You just know?" Anders stares at him, feeling his heart beat in his throat. "Just like that?"
"Just like that. " Fenris smiles gently, with an age of acceptance settling in the lines around his eyes. "Will you let me love you?"
A sob breaks out of Anders' chest. "Yes. I... I love you, and I'm yours."
"As am I, mage." He presses a kiss to Anders' lips. "I am yours."
#fenders#fenders fic#Fenris x Anders#dragon age#Fenris#Anders#dragon age fanfiction#my writing#dadrunkwriting#I already changed the ending#that's something I do#I never stop fiddling
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DADWC Prompt Post
General info: I really like writing about Templars. Their relationships with each other, their relationships with mages, their relationships with religion and the Chantry—you name it. I'm also a sucker for a good crisis of faith (a la Leliana and Bull in DAI, to name two).
Where a ship is listed as "x character/Any," prompts for polyships are welcome and encouraged!
NPCs:
Leliana
The Iron Bull
Nathaniel Howe
Varric Tethras
Aveline Vallen
Anora Mac Tir
Loghain Mac Tir
Justice (with or without Anders)
Anders (with or without Justice)
Raleigh Samson
Meredith Stannard
Orsino
OCs:
Isaac Trevelyan (he/him) — Warrior, Templar. Stationed in Kirkwall during DA2. Ianthe's older brother. Herald of Andraste in an AU world state in which Ianthe died during her Harrowing
Ianthe Trevelyan (she/her) — Mage. Herald of Andraste. Isaac's younger sister
Faith Surana (she/her) — Mage. HoF. Makes the ultimate sacrifice
Paul Andras (he/him) — Warrior. Warden-Commander for Faith Surana's world state
Ursa Tabris (she/they) — Warrior. HoF, Warden-Commander
Kenneth Hawke (he/they) — Warrior. Champion of Kirkwall
ROMANTIC AND/OR SEXUAL PAIRINGS:
Leliana/Faith Surana
Samson/Isaac Trevelyan
Cullen/Isaac Trevelyan
Cullen/Alistair
Nathaniel/Sebastian
Justice/Paul Andras
Justice/Paul Andras/Anders
The Iron Bull/any
The Iron Bull/Ianthe Trevelyan
The Iron Bull/Leliana
Varric/any
Varric/Anders
Varric/Meredith
Hawke/any (no Fenhanders)
Hawke/Aveline
Hawke/Isaac Trevelyan
Anora/any
Loghain/Morrigan
Loghain/Tabris
Loghain/Morrigan/Tabris
GEN PAIRINGS: Any!
Prompt lists:
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First Enchanter Orsino smut: Teach Me
A gift for @elbenherzart, who has a dirty little crush on First Enchanter Orsino and who was super sad that he turns into an abomination at the end of DA2, which I couldn’t tell her when she first started playing the game, shhhh.
Inspired by this gloriously sassy little banter between Hawke and Orsino. ~1240 words.
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“So I shouldn’t slit my wrists and dance naked under the moonlight just to fit in?”
“If that’s what you intend, perhaps I’ll join you after all.”
Elena Hawke couldn’t stop thinking about him.
She knew it was bad. Yes, it was bad to be thinking about the First Enchanter with anything other than collegial respect. He was standing up to Meredith, after all, and any Circle mage who had the balls to push back against Meredith’s authoritarian bullshit was worthy of Elena’s respect.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about him seeing her naked.
She rolled over in bed and pulled her pillow over her head, but it was no use; no pillow was fluffy enough to drown out her thoughts of Orsino’s mild and cultivated voice dropping just that tiny little bit. Ooh, yes, that tiny little hint of a growl in his voice? It was almost like the way Fenris sounded when he was irritated — and Maker only knew how much Elena liked that — but when Orsino mentioned joining her while she danced naked in the moonlight, he didn’t sound angry at all.
He sounded hungry.
Shut the fuck up, Elena, she scolded herself. Orsino’s old enough to be your father. But that also didn’t stop the rampant thoughts of his voice and his lips and his long elegant ink-stained fingers from running through her mind.
Those fingers, though. Elena would put good money on him knowing exactly how to use those fingers to pull the pleasure from her body. He’d lived most of his life in the Circle, after all, and weren’t Circle mages pretty kinky, from what Anders had said? Orsino probably had lots of experience. Lots of experience with sliding those fingers over a woman’s skin, over her budded nipples, over the curving planes of her belly to pet the slickness between her legs…
She shifted beneath her sheets and pressed her thighs together, but this proved to be a mistake. Her smallclothes were damp already – Maker, I’m a fucking mess, she thought – and the friction of her own skin only served to heighten her overactive imagination.
She rolled onto her back and scowled at the ceiling. Orsino is old, she reminded herself. The First Enchanter was an older man, with crow’s feet at the corners of his pretty green eyes and grey hair – grey hair, for the Maker’s sake!
Grey hair that Elena could just imagine sliding her fingers through as he sat in the chair at his desk and slid her thighs apart…
Fuck, she thought hopelessly. Now all she could think about was sitting naked on Orsino’s desk in the Gallows. Not only naked, but sweaty too from dancing in the moonlight for him. If she did dance naked for him, what would he want to do once he had her on his desk? Maybe he’d push her legs apart and study her pussy with the same attention that he gave to his letters and tomes? Or maybe he’d lick the sweat from the tips of her breasts before offering to show her some advanced fingerwork that they only taught in the highest ranks of the Circle…
She twisted restlessly in her sheets, then slid her greedy fingers between her legs and closed her eyes. In the darkness afforded by her own eyelids, she could easily see the fantastical scene unfolding in front of her: Orsino setting his three-headed staff in the corner, then turning to her with that sweet and intellectual smile. Orsino politely inviting her to seat herself on his desk. Orsino pushing up his sleeves and flexing his ink-stained fingers, then politely asking if she might assist him with a new technique he was developing – a new technique for making a woman come multiple times in the space of a minute…
The fantasy was so fucking trite that she almost laughed at herself. In any other context, she would have laughed at herself for harbouring such an absurd fantasy. But at this moment, Elena couldn’t laugh. Her fingers were sliding between her legs, spreading the slickness that she’d brought on herself with her dirty thoughts about the First Enchanter, and as she shifted her fingers higher to pet her swollen clit, the fantasies only hit her harder.
In her mind’s eye, Orsino was smoothing his thumbs along the insides of her thighs. He was composed and collected as he licked his lips, and his smile was polite and warm as he looked her in the eye. “Champion,” he said, “I hate to ask for your assistance once again. But I’m afraid this is a task I can’t do on my own.” Imaginary-Orsino arranged his robes carefully as he sat in his chair. “I must ask you to open your legs for me.”
Yes, she thought feverishly as she slipped her fingers between her legs. Andraste save her, she could hear Orsino’s polite and mild-mannered voice in her head, and she could see his handsome lined face and the hint of mischief in the curl of his lips. She could imagine those elegant magic-wielding fingers pushing her thighs apart, and could see his grateful smile when she agreed to assist him with this favour, and – fuck, she could swear she could feel the smooth and gentle touch of his tongue when he lowered his lips between her legs.
She gasped and twisted her free hand in the sheets. The pulse between her legs was beating against her own swirling fingers, and her desperate imaginings were more fractured now, flickers of fantasies that tortured her mind while she touched herself: Orsino tracing his tongue between her legs with the sort of precise and measured care that he used to choose his words. Orsino sliding those fine-boned fingers of his into the slickness of her heated depths, then curling his fingers with a gesture that he knew would bring her to her peak – a gesture that he’d perfected during his many, many years of pleasuring his illicit lovers in the Circle. Orsino losing some of that calm control and rucking up his robes, then pressing her against the wall and fucking her fast and hard, his fingers biting into her hips as he tried to bring her to her peak before Meredith could knock on the door…
Teach me, First Enchanter, she thought deliriously. Maker’s balls, she would do anything right now for Orsino to teach her everything he’d learned over the years about how to make a woman come–
Her climax suddenly slammed through her body, sending tendrils of pleasure pulsing through her calves, and she gasped into the darkness. She could see his smile, warm and polite and glazed with the evidence of her pleasure on his lips, and she shoved her fist against her mouth to muffle her own cries.
When her pleasure finally began to ebb away, Elena dropped her hand limply to the bed. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then, in the peaceful darkness of her bedroom, she started to laugh.
Sick, she thought gleefully. I must be sick. He’s an older man. But frankly, Elena didn’t give a fuck about his age. Older only meant more experience, after all – and with the delicious buzz of her climax still warming her limbs and her belly, she vowed to spend more time imagining the experience that the handsome Grand Enchanter could share with her.
#first enchanter orsino#orsino#orsino/hawke#orsino x hawke#HAS ANYONE EVER USED THOSE TAGS EVER?? IDK IDK#smut#CRACK SMUT LMAO#pikapeppa writes
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Orsino x f!Hawke is one of the most underrated ships of Dragon Age
I'm sorry but I just want my grumpy old elven mage & my totally not self insert Hawke to be happy and to live happily ever after.
#dragon age#dragon age 2#orsino#first enchanter orsino#orsino x hawke#orsino x f!hawke#rare pairs#rare ships#rare ship#rare pair
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I have spent so long working on this comic at night after I finish everything else. It’s sketchy and messy, but I’m afraid if I wait to clean it up, I’ll never post it, so I figured what the heck, better to shove it into the world now. Just a FenHawke comic because I’m still a sucker for Dragon Age 😩💖✨It’s very big and long; sorry 4 my messy handwriting too >_>;;
#dragon age 2#dragon age fan art#dragon age comics#fenhawke#da2#fenris x hawke#fenris#hawke#Dani Hawke#my art#comics#long post#da2 fanart#varric#bethany hawke#aveline#knight commander meredith#first enchanter orsino
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dragon age 2 x a guide to troubled birds
hawke:
bethany:
carver:
aveline:
anders:
fenris:
isabela:
merrill:
sebastian:
varric:
meredith:
orsino:
#dragon age#dragon age 2#dragon age x agttb#hawke#fenris#bethany hawke#carver hawke#anders#varric#varric tethras#sebastian vael#isabela#merrill#aveline#aveline vallen#knight commander meredith#first enchanter orsino#meredith#orsino
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If you're taking requests from the prompt lists, could I ask for “It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand” with Sebhawke? Thanks!!
They behave as though they can erase the memory of the Keep. They fill it with people, with rich wines and food, and the music isn’t quite cheerful, but it isn’t unpleasant either. Meredith looks as though she’s swallowed a pickled frog, standing near the empty Viscount’s chair, Orsino at the other side of it. They say nothing to each other, and let all the conversations around them fill their silence. Each person laughs a little harder, talks a little louder, than they might normally. The echoes of bloodstains linger beneath their feet.
This is all meant for her, but hardly any of them pay her any mind. She’s another reminder. Hawke’s happy enough to stand by the still broken pillar, sip at her drink. They’ve tried piecing the hall back together, to its former glory. She rather did make a mess of things, although it’s not entirely her fault. They’ve postponed this party, this crowning ceremony, for weeks now, until she was well enough to stand. In the pillar across from her, she can still see the marks of the Arishok’s axe.
She crosses her arms, pulls closer to herself, as people slip around her. They wear a wealth she still isn’t accustomed to, all the things that let them feel noble again. Hawke holds the empty cup loosely, and looks over heads, watches people’s faces. She avoids looking at Meredith entirely, feeling the pinprick of her gaze on her already. Best not to face that particular problem just yet. Their smiles are strained, and their cups practically overflow. Her own cup is taken easily from her hand, placed onto the table nearby.
“It’s more crowded than I would have expected,” he says. He was the only one she could think to ask. Sebastian more than easily blends in here, holds himself the way any noble would. “Do you think anyone would notice if we left?” That isn’t something she’d have expected him to stay, but he’s looking at her with a smile on his lips.
“There’s only one way to find out,” she says. His smile widens. She pushes herself away from the pillar, and follows him step for step. Around couples which sway to the music, friends who shove and laugh. Through the crowd, and she keeps sight of the back of his head. He’s looking around, looking for her, pausing in the middle of that hall. The reach is wordless, his fingers brushing against the back her hand, around to hold, lacing them together with hers. He holds her hand tightly and together, they make their way to the door.
The walk down the steps is silent, but the moment their feet touch the stones of Hightown, they burst into laughter. Swaying against each other, and he still holds her hand. “Did you see the way Meredith was looking at you?” he asks.
“I thought she was trying to make me burst into flame,” she tells him. They sputter laughter, echoing in the empty space. Moonlight guides their path, the few lit torches that hang on the walls. She isn’t sure of their direction, and doesn’t think he knows either. They walk in circles, round and around again, and Sebastian keeps his head close to hers.
“They’ll make you come to more of these, now that they’ve named you Champion,” he says.
“I hope not,” she says, “one was more than enough to have my fill.” He chuckles softly, squeezes her hand gently.
“If they do drag you to more, at least you’ll have company,” he says.
“Are you volunteering yourself?”
“I am.” So sincere and earnest, and despite how comfortable he had looked, she knows he hates those parties as much as she does. Hawke leans closer to him, lets her head rest on his shoulder. His hand slips from hers, only to wrap his arm around her waist, keep her close. He kisses the crown of her head, and together, they walk.
#sebastian#hawke#sebhawke#sebastian x hawke#dragon age#sebastian x f!hawke#f!sebhawke#sebf!hawke#f!hawke#dragon age 2#da2#meredith#orsino#writing#mine#inkstainedfanfics
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I need to be youthfully felt
'Cause, God, I've never felt young.
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#hawke#first enchanter orsino#champion hawke#fem hawke#custom hawke#hawke x orsino#orsino x hawke#champion of kirkwall#dragon age 2#i deleted the old one bc I didn't like Lilith's look in it#lilith hawke#i'm also not a gifmaker#free online software babeyyyy
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I’d like uhhhhhhh large dose of non-romanceable NPCs.
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Another treat written for the Holly Poly 2020 Exchange by @holly-poly. This OT3 just screamed at me to get done and then it turned out way more smutty than I had planned 😀.
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Male Hawke/Orsino/Sebastian Vael
Breaking Celibacy Vows, Anal Sex, Magic and Sex, Threesome - M/M/M
Summary:
Of course Sebastian finds Hawke attractive but when he suggests to befriend Orsino, he never would have guessed what that would lead to.
And also: Apparently Brothers of the Chantry don't need to stay chaste.
#Hawke x Sebastian x Orsino#Hawke#Sebastian Vael#Orsino#dragon age fanfiction#Sebastian x Hawke#Sebastian x Orsino#Hawke x Orsino#holly poly 2020#I'm unreasonably proud of the title#my writing
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Judging Anders with a blue Hawke be like…
#claira hawke#anders#dragon age 2#da2#first enchanter orsino#my hawke#my oc#my snapshots#claira was pretty upset with him tho#her boyfriend's really problematic#claira hawke x anders
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Pre-relationship bonding: Orsino takes Hawke to the Circle library and shows her stuff that Malcolm produced or worked on when he was there
#thank u all for rewarding my rarepair musings#orsino#hawke x orsino#orsino x hawke#they know she won't really understand it since she's not a mage#but he thought she might be interested in that connection#and Adora was very close to Malcolm so even if she doesn't say so it does mean a lot to her#losing him was very difficult#theodora hawke#da#daii
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I'm forever salty that I couldn't romance Orsino in DA2
(And yes, I know he knew the guy who killed my mom and said nothing, but hey, nobody's perfect) (At least he doesn't want to destroy Thedas as we know it)
#dragon age#dragon age 2#da2#orsino#orsino dragon age#orsino x f!hawke#orsino x hawke#first enchanter orsino#orsino da2#i love old elven/elfs ok#sexy yet angry old elves#old elves ftw#i just love old elves ok?
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EVERYBODY MADE IT OUT OF KIRKWALL ALIVE AND THEN HAWKE AND ANDERS LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER ON ISABELA'S SHIP THE END
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