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[archer_in_green]

From Here

Hawke slips up the stairs, and into Jack's room. He strips off his clothes, tucking them away, and laying back on the bed. He loves being here. It's so warm and cozy and completely unlike his own home.

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[whitechapelred]

[Jack closes up for the night, trying to focus on doing everything right rather than getting distract by the thought of Hawke waiting for him upstairs. Needless to say he gets it all done in record time, forcing himself not to run up the stairs. He slips quietly into the flat, leaning in the doorway of his room and beholding the beauty of the sight before him. The elven archer in all his glory, his gold skin glowing against the worn colours of his patchwork quilt.] I am unmanned, unmended and unmade. [He whispers, breathless and enthralled.]

[archer_in_green]

Hawke holds out his hand. "Come. Let me make you whole again."

[whitechapelred]

[Jack smiles and takes Hawke's hand, following him to the bed.] You are so beautiful. A vision in gold, I would make my altar at your feet and worship you always.

[archer_in_green]

"But I would be so lonely, standing above you. I would rather hold you close, and share the air you breathe, and lose myself in your eyes."