Well. It had been alright before he'd decided to drop in on his younger brother - a thing he'd been doing more or less regularly for the past month, ostensibly just for the sake of being obnoxious but mostly because he just...wanted to check in. Carver had disappeared from under his nose once before, in this place; he didn't want it to happen again.
Except it just had. His brother's name was no longer inscribed on the door to the room he'd been assigned, and the door itself had confirmed Carver's disappearance - as strange as talking doors still were to him, they did at least have their uses.
After that, he'd made his way to the clinic where Anders worked - a little faster, and definitely more urgently than usual - only to be told that the workaholic apostate had actually left early for once that day. He'd probably just gone home, back to their shared room, but having just suffered the unexpected and painful disappearance of one person he cared about, Hawke had practically panicked and rushed off in the direction of their apartment.
He wasn't quiet or subtle upon entering, calling for Anders even before the front door shut behind him, and loudly moving from the entry into the living area, then to the kitchen, bathroom, and finally bedroom.
He stops abruptly in the doorway, relieved and transfixed at the sight of Anders passed out on their bed, covered in pets. Apawstate flicks an ear in his direction from Anders' lap but doesn't otherwise respond to his presence. Maleficat, as usual, puffs up and flattens his ears, but Hawke ignores him. Pearl looks up, resplendent and glowing from her place of honor on Anders' chest, and wags her tail at him in greeting, but doesn't otherwise move - not that he blames her. This is an opportunity for her that does not often present itself.
Letting out a breath he hadn't properly realized he'd been holding, Hawke laughs quietly at himself, scrubbing a hand over his face and moving fully (and quietly) into the room. Anders must be exhausted, to still be so sound asleep after all the noise Hawke made coming into their apartment. It only takes moments for him to remove his boots and change his shirt, and then he's carefully joining their pets (minus Maleficat, who jumps down to the floor and stalks away as he crawls onto the bed) in cuddling Anders, stretching out and pressing himself against the other man's side, draping an arm over his chest (while carefully avoiding dislodging Pearl!) and making a pillow of his shoulder.
He doubts he'll sleep - having assured himself that Anders is safe, his mind returns to his disappeared younger brother - but the warmth and solidness of his lover is comforting, as are the warm damp kisses Pearl places on his nose and eyelids from her vantage point, making this an excellent place to sit and stew in guilt, self-flagellation, and thoughts of 'what if'.]
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Well. It had been alright before he'd decided to drop in on his younger brother - a thing he'd been doing more or less regularly for the past month, ostensibly just for the sake of being obnoxious but mostly because he just...wanted to check in. Carver had disappeared from under his nose once before, in this place; he didn't want it to happen again.
Except it just had. His brother's name was no longer inscribed on the door to the room he'd been assigned, and the door itself had confirmed Carver's disappearance - as strange as talking doors still were to him, they did at least have their uses.
After that, he'd made his way to the clinic where Anders worked - a little faster, and definitely more urgently than usual - only to be told that the workaholic apostate had actually left early for once that day. He'd probably just gone home, back to their shared room, but having just suffered the unexpected and painful disappearance of one person he cared about, Hawke had practically panicked and rushed off in the direction of their apartment.
He wasn't quiet or subtle upon entering, calling for Anders even before the front door shut behind him, and loudly moving from the entry into the living area, then to the kitchen, bathroom, and finally bedroom.
He stops abruptly in the doorway, relieved and transfixed at the sight of Anders passed out on their bed, covered in pets. Apawstate flicks an ear in his direction from Anders' lap but doesn't otherwise respond to his presence. Maleficat, as usual, puffs up and flattens his ears, but Hawke ignores him. Pearl looks up, resplendent and glowing from her place of honor on Anders' chest, and wags her tail at him in greeting, but doesn't otherwise move - not that he blames her. This is an opportunity for her that does not often present itself.
Letting out a breath he hadn't properly realized he'd been holding, Hawke laughs quietly at himself, scrubbing a hand over his face and moving fully (and quietly) into the room. Anders must be exhausted, to still be so sound asleep after all the noise Hawke made coming into their apartment. It only takes moments for him to remove his boots and change his shirt, and then he's carefully joining their pets (minus Maleficat, who jumps down to the floor and stalks away as he crawls onto the bed) in cuddling Anders, stretching out and pressing himself against the other man's side, draping an arm over his chest (while carefully avoiding dislodging Pearl!) and making a pillow of his shoulder.
He doubts he'll sleep - having assured himself that Anders is safe, his mind returns to his disappeared younger brother - but the warmth and solidness of his lover is comforting, as are the warm damp kisses Pearl places on his nose and eyelids from her vantage point, making this an excellent place to sit and stew in guilt, self-flagellation, and thoughts of 'what if'.]