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Who: The crew of the Oargy
Where: On the ship! They're in the North East currently, near Himmelen, but that may change.
When: All of March
What: Everything.
Warnings: None yet! I'll edit if it becomes necessary, which is likely.
Style: You choose.
Status: closed

[ooc: Everyone behave, now. Or, you know, not.]

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One hour?

[He really had no idea what time it was. With the clouds covering the sky, it's impossible to tell when exactly he'd woken up. But an hour isn't too long. He leans into Hawke, fighting back a smile.]

I could keep you company during the rest of your watch.

[Hawke doesn't bother to fight the smile that spreads on his own face at that offer.]

I'd like that. A lot.

[reluctantly, Anders pull away a little, keeping only one arm around Hawke. Standing close like that, they wouldn't actually see if anything happened on the ship. He keeps the spell going, though, because it will be too cold for the both of them otherwise.]

I'd prefer not to leave while I still have a hard time believing this.

Does it feel like a dream to you too?

[Yeah, standing close like this really isn't conducive to keeping watch, so he starts to move back to his post, one arm still around Anders' waist. From there things can be seen, and which is also somewhat drier than standing out completely in the rain.]

I did just wake up.

[He can lean his side against Hawke, though, once they're standing by the mast again.]

[Once they're under the mast and out of the worst of the rain, Hawke modifies his spell somewhat, pushing just enough fiery heat into it to start drying Anders' soaked nightshirt. It's easier to stay warm if you're also dry, after all.]

But I haven't slept yet.

[And from the looks of things, he's probably not going to. Tonight, at least.]

[The warmth of that spell is making Anders shiver again, although comfortably so. He lets out a sigh, smiling a little now.]

Maybe you fell asleep on your watch.

In this weather? Doubtful.

[Three years is a long time to get used to a warm manor and a giant four-poster feather bed. He still has trouble going to sleep in the hammocks onboard. Don't tell anyone.]

Are you warm enough?

You could be dreaming the weather as well.

[He's obviously teasing, but well, Hawke is essentially confirming that he has dreamed about this, and maybe that's the ego boost he needs.]

I'm warm. Thank you.

If I were dreaming, it would be much drier, there would be fewer busybodies, and we'd already be tangled together in the sheets.

Not that I'm complaining about this. This is nice, too.

[For now.]

Your dreams have no variations, then?

That depends on what you mean by variation.

The setting is pretty consistent. And the company's always the same.

[His hand starts to wander gently south as Anders' nightshirt continues to steam dry from his spell.]

All bets are off after that, though.

[This time, when he shivers, it definitely has nothing to do with any spell.]

Oh? Are you going to fill me in on any details?

[He leans closer, to whisper directly into Anders' ear]

I'd prefer to demonstrate.

[...Oh, that's not fair. Give him a second here. He clears his throat a little.]

You're still on watch, you know.

I haven't forgotten.

[He might sound a little sulky as he says that. And he's definitely pouting.]

[That makes Anders smile a little, though.]

Like you said, it's just one hour. It sounds like you've waited a lot longer than that already.

A bit over three years now, give or take.

But who's counting?

[Uh...you are, Hawke.]

...

That long?

[He didn't expect that. At all.]

Almost as long as I've known you, yes.

[Hawke, you're doing things to his heart, here. Stop that.]

I'm sad I missed out on that now.

...So am I.

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