Garrett Hawke (unbroken) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-12-13 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *kate, *melissa, fenris, garrett hawke |
GARRETT HAWKE & FENRIS
DECEMBER 5TH
ON A BOAT (BEFORE THE BLIZZARD)
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With the utter madness that could happen on any given day in Atlantis, it had taken Hawke a lot longer than he’d wanted to finally plan this night out. And okay, maybe there’d been a little hemming and hawing about the details. Not because he was especially detail-oriented or even had all that impressive of a plan. More because he was unreasonably nervous about the whole thing. Considering he’d accidentally proposed in line at a waterpark in their alternate lives, he had to do better this time. He’d learned to sail! Borrowed a boat! Well, not sail sail, but he could man a little powered boat anyway. It had a small cabin below deck that he’d lit up with ‘fairy lights’ - that’s what the box had said - and twirls of ruby red fabric. There were a mountain of pillows and a basket sat to the side with wine, cheese, and bread inside. Now the boat was anchored out under the moonlight, Hawke grabbed Fenris by the hand and pulled him down below decks to see it all. “I had to skip on the candles.” He smiled crookedly. “Big enough risk with me as the captain of this vessel.” “I was never worried. And the string of lights makes a fine substitute for candles.” Fenris smiled faintly as he looked around the cabin. There hadn’t been a lot of opportunities for romance in their life together, and though Fenris wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, he rather enjoyed it. Romance was a luxury, like fine wine or soft sheets, something to indulge in when given the chance. Fenris was also one to appreciate an effort made on his behalf, and Hawke had clearly put a lot of energy into this. He’d learned to drive the boat, decorated the boat, and put together the food and wine. It was very nice. He did wonder, though, what the impetus for such a gesture might be. Fenris turned to Hawke with a curious look. “What inspired this?” “Well…” Hawke hummed under his breath. It wouldn’t do to just jump right in there. He’d made a promise. He gave a warm smile and leaned it to kiss Fenris softly before gesturing at the cushions set up as seating at their feet. “Can we just...get comfortable? Open a bottle of wine?” Leading the way, he kneeled down amongst the cushions and leaned over to pull two glasses and a wine bottle out of the basket. “It’s top shelf even. That one you tried at Cava that made your eyes fog over.” Fenris sat down beside him as requested, but he gave Hawke a skeptical look with a raised eyebrow. That introduction was just a single step short of 'we need to talk.’ It was plain enough that Hawke wasn't about to end their relationship—fairy lights and pillows would be a stupid way to do that—but there was clearly something on his mind. “Are you about to suggest we invite Isabela to our bed?” Fenris asked, taking what he felt was a good guess. “Because while I do love wine, you do not have to bribe me to agree to that.” Hawke snapped his gaze to Fenris’ face, eyes wide. “Maker, no, I…” He laughed, sagging down into a more comfortable position as he filled the two glasses. “Fenris, I just wanted to do this right this time. I promised you--well, Gary made a promise to Lucas and I took that to heart.” He handed over a wine glass and took a large gulp from his own. It wasn’t for courage, but his throat definitely felt parched all of a sudden. “I...convinced myself in Thedas that I couldn’t have this. That you’d be safer on your own and that I was one mistake away from being the reason you died. But really it was just...an excuse. Because I was afraid...” Hawke paused, setting his glass aside so he could take Fenris’ hand. “Because I was afraid of how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” That hadn’t even occurred to Fenris as a reason Hawke might have invested in so much romance. He remembered the promise Gary had made to Lucas, and he also remembered the rush of love and happiness Lucas had felt even when the proposal was just a question asked in a funnel cake line. He was feeling that again now. It was even more overwhelming this time - Lucas had never questioned the idea that he would spend the rest of his life with Gary in one way or another, but Fenris had worried more than once that one day, all this would be over. Now Hawke was asking him to marry him - or at least, Fenris was fairly sure that was what he was asking, or was about to ask. “I have been afraid of how much I need you for as long as I have known you,” Fenris quietly admitted. He didn’t even realize how his hold on Hawke’s hand tightened. “And I have never wanted anything but freedom as much as I want to be with you.” There was no hiding the hearts in Hawke’s eyes, or the little bit of relief there too. There would likely always be a part of him that worried when people might grow tired of all it often meant to be a part of his life. He knew Fenris was stubborn at least, and didn’t doubt his love was the everlasting kind. He pulled Fenris’ hand up to his mouth and kissed it before resting it over his heart. “That means more than I could put into words. I know I already promised to never be so foolish as to leave you again, but it would make me very happy to make it official and babble from the heart in front of friends and family. Will you marry me, Fenris?” “Yes.” It could have seemed like too little of a response, but for the love and joy in Fenris’s eyes as he gave his answer. Of course he would marry Hawke - how and where didn’t really even matter. The important thing was that he would get to call this incredible man his husband, not just his lover. Even the mere idea of it was better than anything Fenris could have dreamed of. “For real this time, Fenris!” Hawke grinned, a little giddy at how easy this had been. Not that he’d expected Fenris to hem and haw over it but still. Anything easy was a victory for Hawke. “Me and you and our ridiculous friends and some kind of ceremony. Maybe Bethany can help plan…” Hawke trailed off, humming thoughtfully, before a more present smile lit up his face. He moved his hands to cradle Fenris’ face and pull him into a kiss. “Say yes again, love,” he murmured warmly. “Just once more.” Fenris always loved it when Hawke was happy. It warmed him down to the marrow of his bones every time he got a smile like that. Hawke had been through so much, suffered so much loss and tragedy, put himself through so much pain on behalf of other people...there hadn’t been a lot of opportunities for being completely, unguardedly happy. Fenris liked seeing it, and he liked it even more when he was responsible for it. As such, saying yes one more time was no trial at all. “Yes.” He leaned in for another kiss, and then said it again. “Yes, I will marry you. Now you have heard it twice more.” Hawke laughed and rolled back against the cushions, taking Fenris with him. “Good. Now there can’t be any that is not what I said,” he teased, in an affectionate imitation of Fenris’ smoky, well-mannered way of speaking. Not that he actually thought Fenris would do that, even in jest. Reaching up, Hawke caressed his fingers up the graceful curve of Fenris’ ear and then slipped his fingers into his hair. “This means they’ll give us a place to share now, you know,” Hawke smiled. “I hope you’re ready for full time Barkspawn.” “Barkspawn and I get along very well,” Fenris archly replied. He was starting to smile a bit, though, thinking of properly living with Hawke instead of the two of them bouncing between their homes. He stretched out beside Hawke, resting his head on Hawke’s hand like a cat that wanted attention. Once Hawke started stroking his ears or his hair, Fenris seldom saw any reason why he should stop doing that. “Do you have any idea how weddings are done in Atlantis? The only wedding I have attended other than as Danarius’s bodyguard was Aveline’s.” Hawke’s smile turned cheeky at Fenris’ tone. “Oh, trust me, I know. I’m waiting for the inevitable abandonment as full time sofa cushion to my dog.” Curling his arm around Fenris, he stretched out as much as the small cabin floor allowed. “As for weddings, I assume they’re a bit like Breckentale. Which weren’t wildly different from Ferelden customs from what little I remember researching. We can do whatever we like, though you know. I think we just need to do the paperwork and the ceremony itself is up to us.” A thoughtful look came to Fenris's face as he considered the matter and made himself comfortable in Hawke's arms. He wasn't particularly religious, and he found most religions and philosophies lacking in some manner or another, but he also found most governments lacking in some manner or another. That didn't mean that marriage wasn't important to him, however. It was an institution forbidden to slaves, which made it another way of declaring his freedom from any master, in addition to publicly declaring his love and his allegiance. Normally Fenris wasn't good at public declarations other than angry shouting, but this was important enough for him to get over that. “I would like to write vows that will be meaningful to us, rather than what any chantry or temple would prescribe,” he said at last. “And a party with good food and wine after, to celebrate.” “Aww,” Hawke quietly cooed. “That sounds lovely, Fenris.” He would be tempted to beg Varric for help, because stringing words together for something truly important always gave him hives, but he was reasonably certain he could wax poetic about Fenris as long as he didn’t let his can’t muck this up anxiety get too loud. “I’d like Bark to be involved. Not with the vows, the wedding, obviously. Don’t worry, I won’t put him a suit. But you…” Hawke gave a slow, heated smile. “You should definitely wear a suit.” Tugging at Fenris’ shirt front, he curled closer to steal a little kiss. “Right now you should be naked, but later the suit.” Fenris was willing to wear just about anything that would make Hawke look at him like that. A suit was no trouble at all. He'd gotten to like modern clothing during their stint in Colorado, and he was fairly sure he had a memory of Lucas looking very good in a suit. Right now, though, Hawke was absolutely right. Fenris rolled onto his back with a wolfish grin, dragging Hawke on top of him. “Then you should get to work on my shirt buttons.” |