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.”
Cocktail/Shot Combo recipes for every DA party member (they forgot Awakening but whatev) and every single one sounds delicious and the accompanying articles are so perfect I want to cry.
(Varric’s sounds like heaven nnngh. And “Asschabs” is on my bucket list.)
True story: Bull once hacked Krem’s Facebook and changed his name to “Smooth Kreminal.”
