answered:
gladiolus: you pierce my heart. Fenris/f!Hawke.
In the literal sense, it’s not pleasant, and she’s seen him do it more times than she can count – so many, in fact, that she barely bats an eye these days. There’s always a pause, a breath before impact, followed by a sound that is almost comically grotesque. And then it’s out, giving its last, desperate shudder in the palm of his hand.
No, it’s definitely not pleasant, this literal breaking of hearts. But in the strictly figurative sense, Hawke supposes it doesn’t hurt any less.
“I gave my heart once,” she says one day. “To the baker’s boy.”