Ask Carver Hawke

    LIKE A SUDDEN SUMMER SQUALL, THE AIR OF THE TAPROOM HAD TURNED RIFE WITH HEAT AND DESIRE… THE YOUNGER HAWKE’S TUMULTUOUS FEELINGS FOR HIS BROTHER—MATCHED IN STRENGTH ONLY BY HIS TURGID LENGTH OF STEEL—RAN HOT AS AS A LLOMERRYN BONFIRE, AND HE KNEW NOT WHETHER RAGE OR LUST CAUSED HIM TO SLAM THE FIERY APOSTATE BACK AGAINST THE HANGED MAN’S BLOOD-SOAKED WALL…
    
    HE FELT HIS BROTHER’S STAFF OF RIGHTEOUSNESS, THE KEY OF THE HAWKE AGAINST HIS THIGH LIKE VELVET-WRAPPED SILVERITE… THE LEGACY THEIR FATHER HAD LEFT WITH THEM THROBBING IN THE SHADOWS OF HIS TEMPLAR SKIRTS…

(INFINITE CREDIT TO pessimisticowl for being so amazing and making this edit, and samantha-vas-ictomi for the original gif!)

SOD OFF BROTHER

DO I LOOK LIKE A BLOODY DWARF TO YOU

THAT IS WHAT YOU MEANT, RIGHT

MUST BE FROM ALL THE DEAD WEIGHT I CARRY

SERIOUSLY, THANK YOU ALL. IT’S NICE TO KNOW I’M APPRECIATED SOMEWHERE

BUT I GOT EVERYTHING ELSE

GET OUT OF HERE GARRETT, THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU FOR ONCE

(sorry about the repost! trying to figure things out, still!)