A Typical Christmas in the Hawke Estate
Title: A Typical Christmas in the Hawke Estate
Rating: G
Pairings: F!Warrior!Hawke/Anders, Carver/Merrill, Another pairing at the end that is totally a surprise.
Summary: Hawke and Carver continue the Family Tradition of spending Christmas together. They bring their LIs, as always, and it's presents and fun.
For Chromakaizen, on Tumblr.
Anders walked into the room with a present under his arm. His black pauldrons were disheveled and damp from the snow he was shaking off, tossing his muddy boots in the corner of the entrance hall. This time of year the walk from Darktown to Hightown was messier than usual, with the snow turning Kirkwall's dirt to icy mud. The mage had made the mistake of tracking mud into the Hawke estate only once. Even Justice was terrified of Orana that day.
"I'm here!" Anders called out into the sitting room. "Late." He added.
"Why didn't you use the passage? We've been waiting for you to come out of the wall." Carver came to greet Anders, the girls were buzzing around insisting on making 'finishing touches' on the decorations. As much as the Templar and the Mage didn't get along, Leandra had always taught her children it was rude to leave guests at the door.
"The hatch is frozen shut; I didn't have time to thaw it." He explained. Anders placed his boots under the front hall bench and turned to Carver, catching his first glimpse of the warrior's attire. He looked horrified. "Maker, what are you wearing?"
"Oh. Right." Carver looked down at himself with shame. He was wearing a sweater, using the loosest definition of 'sweater' possible. The thing was bright red with a green Templar emblem, and looked as if it had been sewn for someone much shorter and fatter than himself. And apparently someone with varying arm lengths.
"Sebastian tried to teach Merrill to knit." The warrior sighed.
A closer look showed the sweater appeared to have been knitted from colored twine.
Anders held his features as still as he could manage. “I’m so sorry,” he added solemnly.
“Gifts!” Cried Merrill from inside by the fireplace. The decorations were in place and no longer distracting the young mages, who had just noticed the arrival of their final guest.
The men entered the living room, Carver plucking his gift from a nearby table and handed it to Merrill. The gift looked as if it had been wrapped by a blind man who only had a vague idea of what a gift was, a fact Carver was embarrassed over. Merrill tore through the paper too fast to notice. Her eyes wide with awe, she lifted her present from the remaining shreds of paper. Hawke wondered absentmindedly where in the Void Carver would have gotten his hands on a Templar Teddy Bear.
"D'you like it?" Carver prompted. The Elf didn't even glance up at him. "Merrill?"
"Ooooh Carbear, I'll have to polish your shield later. And knit you a little sweater!" She cooed to the armored teddy.
Carver's face paled. "I have made a terrible mistake."
“You didn’t think so when you got a mage a Templar toy to cuddle up to?” Anders bit at him angrily.
Hawke decided a distraction was in order and lightly poked Anders with a box. “It’s your turn, Anders.”
Anders pulled off the ribbon and let it fall to the ground, turning his attention to the bright paper. He turned the package over in his hands, studying his present.
"Well? What did she get you?" Carver asked impatiently.
"It's an apothecary chest," Anders beamed.
Merrill giggled, running her fingers along the intricate carvings that adorned the chest's lid. "Oh, it's beautiful!"
"I just noticed that all your potions were lying around." Neika brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear, eyes glancing downwards. "But there's, umm, something inside it."
Anders gently raised the oak lid, removing the red yarn garment from the depths of the chest. "It's a scarf!" He exclaimed. A frown crossed his face as he unfolded it. "A very small scarf."
"It's for Sir Stuffed-A-Lot." She explained, deep red blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Mistress?" Orana peeked her head out of the kitchen timidly. "I don't mean to interrupt, but the mixture needs to be enchanted now."
Hawke raised from her place by the fireplace to follow her servant, flashing her confused companions a knowing smile. "I promised a special holiday desert, didn't I?"
Neika was willing to bet her companions had never had a dish like this. It was Tevinter in origin and required a mixture of sugar, fruit juices and magic to come to fruition. Orana had declared it her specialty, saying it was a favorite of Hadriana’s. Every slave even connected to the kitchen learned how to make it to perfection. Neika had selected two flavors, opting to make two dishes of the stuff. One was a Cherry mixture, which Orana had sculpted in the form of two Candy Canes crossing. The second was made with a healthy dose of Lyrium. The mixture glowed blue; and Orana had decided to shape it into a star.
Carver and Hawke opted for the Cherry, along with Bodahn. Sandal, Orana and Merrill chose the Lyrium. Anders had tried to ask for the Cherry; however Justice had other plans and insisted on the Lyrium.
“Oooh, look how it jiggles!” Merrill giggled, poking it with her spoon and watching it dance. “Tevinter thinks of the most unusual things. I can almost see through it!” The girl laid her head on the table, looking at the world with a blue-glow tint. She adjusted Carbear; who of course was sitting in the chair next to her. Orana had scooped some jelly onto a tiny plate for him, much to the elves’ amusement.
“It is very good, isn’t it? The Cherry is delicious.” Hawke place a heaping spoonful in her mouth. “How’s the Lyrium?”
“IT IS DELICIOUS.” Justice answered. Neika had grown used to her boyfriend being hijacked, and had come to treat Justice as a welcomed guest. When he was in a good mood.
Merrill filled her spoon with some of the bouncing Lyrium jelly and licked it clean. “It is delicious!” She agreed, nodding furiously towards Justice. The spirit had cleaned his plate and scooped most of the remainder of the jelly onto his plate; not caring that he was overflowing his plate.
The girl placed the spoon back in her mouth, brows wrinkling in thought. “I wonder if this is what Fenris would taste like?”
"It's similar," Orana answered without thinking.
The majority of the table choked on their jelly; save for Sandal and Justice, who kept gorging themselves on desert.
“What?” Merrill asked sincerely. “Did I miss something dirty?”
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A/N: I am so, so sorry that's so late.
Yes, they're eating Jello. I just had to.
Fenris/Orana is a weakness of mine.
I know you like Justice and I adore him so I had to add him in there!
Rating: G
Pairings: F!Warrior!Hawke/Anders, Carver/Merrill, Another pairing at the end that is totally a surprise.
Summary: Hawke and Carver continue the Family Tradition of spending Christmas together. They bring their LIs, as always, and it's presents and fun.
For Chromakaizen, on Tumblr.
Anders walked into the room with a present under his arm. His black pauldrons were disheveled and damp from the snow he was shaking off, tossing his muddy boots in the corner of the entrance hall. This time of year the walk from Darktown to Hightown was messier than usual, with the snow turning Kirkwall's dirt to icy mud. The mage had made the mistake of tracking mud into the Hawke estate only once. Even Justice was terrified of Orana that day.
"I'm here!" Anders called out into the sitting room. "Late." He added.
"Why didn't you use the passage? We've been waiting for you to come out of the wall." Carver came to greet Anders, the girls were buzzing around insisting on making 'finishing touches' on the decorations. As much as the Templar and the Mage didn't get along, Leandra had always taught her children it was rude to leave guests at the door.
"The hatch is frozen shut; I didn't have time to thaw it." He explained. Anders placed his boots under the front hall bench and turned to Carver, catching his first glimpse of the warrior's attire. He looked horrified. "Maker, what are you wearing?"
"Oh. Right." Carver looked down at himself with shame. He was wearing a sweater, using the loosest definition of 'sweater' possible. The thing was bright red with a green Templar emblem, and looked as if it had been sewn for someone much shorter and fatter than himself. And apparently someone with varying arm lengths.
"Sebastian tried to teach Merrill to knit." The warrior sighed.
A closer look showed the sweater appeared to have been knitted from colored twine.
Anders held his features as still as he could manage. “I’m so sorry,” he added solemnly.
“Gifts!” Cried Merrill from inside by the fireplace. The decorations were in place and no longer distracting the young mages, who had just noticed the arrival of their final guest.
The men entered the living room, Carver plucking his gift from a nearby table and handed it to Merrill. The gift looked as if it had been wrapped by a blind man who only had a vague idea of what a gift was, a fact Carver was embarrassed over. Merrill tore through the paper too fast to notice. Her eyes wide with awe, she lifted her present from the remaining shreds of paper. Hawke wondered absentmindedly where in the Void Carver would have gotten his hands on a Templar Teddy Bear.
"D'you like it?" Carver prompted. The Elf didn't even glance up at him. "Merrill?"
"Ooooh Carbear, I'll have to polish your shield later. And knit you a little sweater!" She cooed to the armored teddy.
Carver's face paled. "I have made a terrible mistake."
“You didn’t think so when you got a mage a Templar toy to cuddle up to?” Anders bit at him angrily.
Hawke decided a distraction was in order and lightly poked Anders with a box. “It’s your turn, Anders.”
Anders pulled off the ribbon and let it fall to the ground, turning his attention to the bright paper. He turned the package over in his hands, studying his present.
"Well? What did she get you?" Carver asked impatiently.
"It's an apothecary chest," Anders beamed.
Merrill giggled, running her fingers along the intricate carvings that adorned the chest's lid. "Oh, it's beautiful!"
"I just noticed that all your potions were lying around." Neika brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear, eyes glancing downwards. "But there's, umm, something inside it."
Anders gently raised the oak lid, removing the red yarn garment from the depths of the chest. "It's a scarf!" He exclaimed. A frown crossed his face as he unfolded it. "A very small scarf."
"It's for Sir Stuffed-A-Lot." She explained, deep red blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Mistress?" Orana peeked her head out of the kitchen timidly. "I don't mean to interrupt, but the mixture needs to be enchanted now."
Hawke raised from her place by the fireplace to follow her servant, flashing her confused companions a knowing smile. "I promised a special holiday desert, didn't I?"
Neika was willing to bet her companions had never had a dish like this. It was Tevinter in origin and required a mixture of sugar, fruit juices and magic to come to fruition. Orana had declared it her specialty, saying it was a favorite of Hadriana’s. Every slave even connected to the kitchen learned how to make it to perfection. Neika had selected two flavors, opting to make two dishes of the stuff. One was a Cherry mixture, which Orana had sculpted in the form of two Candy Canes crossing. The second was made with a healthy dose of Lyrium. The mixture glowed blue; and Orana had decided to shape it into a star.
Carver and Hawke opted for the Cherry, along with Bodahn. Sandal, Orana and Merrill chose the Lyrium. Anders had tried to ask for the Cherry; however Justice had other plans and insisted on the Lyrium.
“Oooh, look how it jiggles!” Merrill giggled, poking it with her spoon and watching it dance. “Tevinter thinks of the most unusual things. I can almost see through it!” The girl laid her head on the table, looking at the world with a blue-glow tint. She adjusted Carbear; who of course was sitting in the chair next to her. Orana had scooped some jelly onto a tiny plate for him, much to the elves’ amusement.
“It is very good, isn’t it? The Cherry is delicious.” Hawke place a heaping spoonful in her mouth. “How’s the Lyrium?”
“IT IS DELICIOUS.” Justice answered. Neika had grown used to her boyfriend being hijacked, and had come to treat Justice as a welcomed guest. When he was in a good mood.
Merrill filled her spoon with some of the bouncing Lyrium jelly and licked it clean. “It is delicious!” She agreed, nodding furiously towards Justice. The spirit had cleaned his plate and scooped most of the remainder of the jelly onto his plate; not caring that he was overflowing his plate.
The girl placed the spoon back in her mouth, brows wrinkling in thought. “I wonder if this is what Fenris would taste like?”
"It's similar," Orana answered without thinking.
The majority of the table choked on their jelly; save for Sandal and Justice, who kept gorging themselves on desert.
“What?” Merrill asked sincerely. “Did I miss something dirty?”
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A/N: I am so, so sorry that's so late.
Yes, they're eating Jello. I just had to.
Fenris/Orana is a weakness of mine.
I know you like Justice and I adore him so I had to add him in there!