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hands, touching hands, reaching out
touching me, touching you


hei hottie;)

if i could tear you from the ceiling
i know the best have tried,
i'd fill your every breath with meaning
and find the place we both could hide.

Fenris: I thought all dwarves had beards. Where's yours?
Varric: I misplaced it, along with my sense of dwarven pride and my gold-plated noble caste pin.
Fenris: I thought maybe it fell onto your chest.
Varric: Oh-ho! The broody elf tells a joke!

♥ ♥

this world will amaze you if you let it.

i'm so not over you.

we could have had it all
rolling in the deep
you had my heart inside your hand
but you played it to the beat.

Carver: Varric.
Varric: Carver.
Carver: Still think you're helping while burying us in debt to your brother?
Varric: Still riding side-saddle while bitching at your betters?
Carver: Drinks later?
Varric: Never miss 'em.

♥

and i ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd,
you're gonna hear my voice when i shout it out loud.

it's a quarter after, well, four,
but i'm still a little drunk and
i need you now.

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