Only You, Hawke (смешанная)

“Only you, Hawke,” Varric sighed.
Hawke, the bloody bastard, had the gall to look vaguely offended. The light coming from his hand tinged his face an unearthly green; the eerie shadows cast by it seemed to be almost alive, stretching and flickering even when no one moved. (Hawke ruined the effect by attempting to make a truly awful shadow puppet of a mabari.)
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A series of stupid drabbles in which Purple!Hawke accidentally stumbles into the role of Inquisitor.