The Penultimage

a1879:

missl0nelyhearts:

blackcoffeeandink:

autumnyte:

Is Fluff Friday still a thing? Because if it is, I’m really going to need it when I get home from work today.

I want to roll around in sappy feels. 

*makes puppy eyes*

i second that emotion.  let’s have some sexy motown fluff today?

:o)

I googled motown and suddenly, affros and dresses I really wanted to capture in sketches. I am not sorry? I can’t finish this, but I can laugh at it. So can you.

AU Crack…(70’s themed because of reasons. Blink if you miss it mention of toking)

The night was turning out better than Hawke expected. Granted, he thought that they would never get out of the house when Anders and Fenris saw what they had to dress in because they lost their bets with Hawke.

Fenris finally gave in and admitted the long flowing style suited his lanky frame. Once he learned to properly walk in the stacked heels that Hawke provided along with their outfits, he got into the spirit of their planned evening out.

Anders was a slightly harder sell, not because he had to put on a dress but because he was given the shorter outfit, and he didn’t think it complimented his long legs, or his rather fetching figure, if he did say so himself.

“Hawke…why didn’t you get my go-go boots? Those would have gone with this dress so much better than these mary jane heels. The cut of this dress does nothing for my girlish figure. I’m taller than Fenris, why does he get the floor length gown?”

“Because I’m more graceful in heels. Stop whining Anders, you look fine.”

To emphasize his point, Fenris did a bit of a twirl in his dress… dark grey with fine silver accents that brought accented the pale lines of the tattoos against his skin, and a slight shimmer to the whole thing that made him glow in the light of Hawke’s living room.

“Fine…I suppose it will have to do. I can’t wait till you lose a bet Hawke, you’re going to pay for this.”

Hawke just grinned, adjusted his afro wig, dusted a speck of dust off his jacket and sauntered to the door to let his companions out ahead of him.

“Oh hush, I’ll die before I lose a bet to you Anders. Besides, you look fetching with that gold hoop back in your ear. Come, the night is young, I have two very attractive friends on my arm and we’ve got a limousine at our beck and call till the witching hour.”

Fenris and Anders shared a look as they headed down the walk way and got in the car. One that said Hawke had no idea what they had going, but he might just find out.

The ride to the party was quiet, with Hawke, Fenris and Anders sharing a quick toke before they arrived…then slipped into the party, finding Isabela and Merrill in a cozy spot sharing a bottle of wine, Sebastian manning the bar, Aveline watching for anyone who got a bit too handsy on the dance floor, Carver was covering the other side of the house and Bethany was on hand as first aid in case anyone took a tumble from their platforms, and Dog was somewhere hiding out from the noise.

Anders and Fenris found a spot off to themselves while Hawke made the rounds. Soon they had a round of drinks in front of them, courtesy of DJ Serendipity who was keeping the beats loud and long.

They raised their glasses in thanks then went back to their conversation until Hawke flopped down between them, stretching out like he owned the joint.

“I’m surprised Isabela hasn’t been trying to get incriminating photos of us yet.”

Hawke snickered… “Give her time Anders… she’s a bit preoccupied with Merrill and her bottle of rum at the moment.”

Anders was about to reply when the notes of his favorite song, Staying Alive by the Bee Gee’s came through the speakers over their heads.

He jumped up, and held out his hands to Garrett and Fenris, urging them to join him on the dance floor. They looked at each other and then at Anders who was doing his best imitation of a bird as he flapped his hands at them to dance with him.

Fenris grumbled as he was pulled to his feet…”Fine, just this once.”

Hawke just laughed as he downed his drink and joined his friends on the dance floor, dancing like no one was watching through Staying Alive, until he had to sit down from exhaustion.

He watched as Fenris and Anders continued to sway to the beat of Moondance by Van Morrison, eyes only for each other as they entwinded themselves as they danced…even taking the chance of a brief kiss at the song’s end.

The rest of the party went by in a blur until they had to depart for their ride…Anders carrying his shoes and Fenris’ as they stumbled into the limo, Hawke drenched in sweat from a night of dancing away his cares…He had Fenris and Anders dropped off at home, he bid the limo driver farewell with a well earned tip, and stories to tell his fellow drivers.

Hawke got ready for bed, pleasantly buzzed and happy…but what he found in his jacket pocket made is night. He found a packet of Polaroid photos that Isabela had snapped while they were dancing, and slipped into his coat when he wasn’t looking.

He couldn’t wait to see his friends again, and he would make sure to thank Isabela for her ‘gift’.