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lyndraws:

Hawke is that type of sis who smooches her baby brother in public just to embarrass him 

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Sparks Fly | Richard & Marian

glowyapostate:

“Maybe you have way too many last minute decisions. You need to slow down Hawke… we all do.”

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He shrugged, almost as if he was ready to ignore his own advice. To be fair he more than likely will, when the soothing fog of the alcohol ceases to calm his mind, he will return to the Anders who’s always worried about the next second and can never really plan as his career can call him away at any second. Tonight the treacherous machine was silent, he was not on call and hopefully, no horrible accident will call him away.

He laughed, actually laughed at Marian’s remark about his parallel universe theory, slightly leaning back to look at her back nonchalantly.

“Are you owed? Really? To me it seems you already have them.”

Somewhere within him sober Rick cringed at that.

Wow… good job genius…

 Probably better to slide over that.

“I’m not talking about next minute, or even in the next few years, but I think Ser Pounce would have no problem with that. There are couches in the countryside too. Not to mention he might actually experience mother nature in the form of a lush garden.”

He let his legs fall off the edge, creating a small splash and a completely feminine shriek.

“Bloody hell! That’s cold!”

His mind slowly wandered back to Marian’s words as he dangled his legs in the water, getting used to the temperature.

“Tonight??? I’m definitely not moving tonight! I would need to pick a house at least for heaven’s sake, woman!” he chuckled.

The blue eyes slid away. Well, that wasn’t what she’d meant. No sense correcting Rick now though. Better to ridicule him for shrieking like a girl having his pigtails pulled or saying something else typically ‘Hawke’. 

Stick to the routine.

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"Is it cold? I hadn’t noticed,” she started blandly, returning the conversation to the water churning at their calves. Marian reached for a joke – any joke – to keep moving but found herself having to stretch farther than usual. “Maybe all that time indoors has made you overly sensitive,” Come on, Marian. “Like a cave creature. With a stethoscope.”

Oh, sod it.

On impulse, she set the wine down with a thunk and got to her feet, already shedding her jacket. When her dress puddled at her toes she didn’t have to turn around to check Rick’s expression. She knew the one quite well. Sort of the face most people make when they take a bite of a habanero or realize they’ve left the tap running at home.

“It’s my job to fly first into harsh conditions, right?” Without waiting for his response, Hawke leapt over the edge of the dock and into the lake with a splash. Beneath the water, the noise level soared in a way the pilot found comforting. That same rushing in her ears she heard in during takeoff. Swimming wasn’t that different from flying, really. That sense of suspension; of being held up by something bigger than you.

Eventually Marian broke the surface. “Hmmm~ I’d say there’s a storm system coming in from the south,” she noted, paddling over to Rick with her chin skimming the water and her eyes on his ankles. Anyone who’d ever seen one of those reality programs about crocodiles would have been running for the hills. "Expect wet conditions.“

“Ah assure ya, my friends, Ah am cone sold stober.”

“Your friends? Is there someone behind me?” Hawke looked over one shoulder, then the other, then back to Bo with a lopsided grin. It was already hard enough to take him seriously with the decorations festooned on his hat twinkling in the light. Now he was just opening himself up for teasing.

“You sure you are droaring runk? Maybe lotally toaded?”

Starter Sentences (Howl’s Moving Castle + Spirited Away)

“I break my neck to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!”
“I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.”
“I’m sorry. I’m done running away, now that I have something I want to protect. It’s you.”
“She keeps staring at me… It’s freaking me out…”
“It seems like everyone in this family has problems.”
“It seems I’ve become quite cunning in my old age.”
“A heart is a heavy burden.”
“You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t torment my friend.”
“Better luck next time—your true love has fallen in love with someone else.”
“They say that the brightest spark burns best when circumstances are at their worst.”
“You don’t seem to have noticed that something precious to you has been replaced.”
“Aren’t you even going to knock?”
“This nonsense has got to stop!”
“Alright, fine, you win.”
“But a deal’s a deal, sweetie!”
“You’ll be the death of me!”
“No one else does any work around here.”
“You’re in love. Don’t deny it, you’ve been sighing all day.”
“I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
“Come on, it’s not that bad.”
“I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
“I can’t live like this.”
“You’re fantastic!”
“I finally get a bouquet and it’s a goodbye present. That’s depressing.”
“No! Don’t leave me, I don’t want to be alone!”
“It’s just…a bad dream! Come on, wake up! Wake up…”
“Listen, someone very important to me is badly hurt.”
“I was saving this for my parents, but I think you’d better have it.”
“You shouldn’t be here. Get out of here, now!”
“Good luck, and whatever you do, don’t make a sound.”