WHO: Hercules Hansen + Benevenuta Thevenet. WHAT: Definitely not any feelings, probably. WHEN: Between now and the Warden plot in the Western Approach, some backdated things. WHERE: Skyhold, Emprise du Lion. NOTES: An assortment of threads between now and then.
( oof. and yes, he does exhale a dramatic oof. old tank like him definitely can't handle the likes of a pillow, and he rubs his hand over his abdomen as if checking for a bruise. )
( spoilers benevenuta is always only pretending to take him seriously.
- is not true, but she would absolutely imply as much for any audience they might have, if it were at all acceptable to her that their (it's not a relationship) have an audience. she pushes herself up to her knees, at the end of the bed, and uses the pillow and his mighty man arms to tug him close enough she can pull up against him for a kiss that lingers, a reminder of what they were doing before he climbed out of her bed. )
You don't get a prize.
( this is your prize. )
the second half of this tag was originally entirely in capslock and i almost realised too late
( these mighty man arms are not to be used for such devious means but on this occasion it will be allowed.
accepting the kiss is a burden he will shoulder, for the good of mankind, or maybe just for the good of herc, in this particular instance. one hand presses heat into the small of benuta's back, and his mouth quirks into a crooked smile. )
( very firmly, holding onto his upper arms for steadiness and because she likes to, letting herself sink nearer to him under the warm weight of his hand. she should probably let him go, and
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Bit harsh. I'm fragile, y'know.
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You are the most exasperating man I know.
( that's not fair. she knows a lot of annoying men. )
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( no, really, he wants a prize, and he crosses his arms, essentially strapping the pillow across his abdomen with his mighty man arms.
or whatever, pretend he's a badass because he's too busy being a goof. ) Medal, maybe. Something I can pin on my uniform.
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- is not true, but she would absolutely imply as much for any audience they might have, if it were at all acceptable to her that their (it's not a relationship) have an audience. she pushes herself up to her knees, at the end of the bed, and uses the pillow and his mighty man arms to tug him close enough she can pull up against him for a kiss that lingers, a reminder of what they were doing before he climbed out of her bed. )
You don't get a prize.
( this is your prize. )
the second half of this tag was originally entirely in capslock and i almost realised too late
but on this occasion it will be allowed.
accepting the kiss is a burden he will shoulder, for the good of mankind, or maybe just for the good of herc, in this particular instance. one hand presses heat into the small of benuta's back, and his mouth quirks into a crooked smile. )
No? Shame.
herc feels really strongly about kissu kissu
( very firmly, holding onto his upper arms for steadiness and because she likes to, letting herself sink nearer to him under the warm weight of his hand. she should probably let him go, and
she will
in a moment. )
You'll survive, I'm sure.