[why blue indeed when he could try all of them? blue, white, red, for a moment there it felt like he could have sold his own soul for a simple touch and he trembled at the contact of his fingers nestled into his palms, the predatory side of him rising at the speed of light. his gaze darkened with a hazy sort of intensity, breath warm and slow. he wanted that man. he'd wanted him for a long time and it had never slipped out of his control until now, an alarming thought. it was the blighted chip again, breaking his resolve, and even though the awakened desire was all his, one hint at being controlled was enough to snap him out it.
at least partially. because hawke was still close, still as handsome as ever and his own heart still raged in his chest, but he managed to blink his daze away, enough to formulate a relatively coherent response. it was nowhere near what he was usually capable of, but it was an answer, husky as he struggled to keep his eyes open, lifting his eyebrows on a tentative explanation. because really, he wasn't going to say anything about the actual meaning of the blighted beads.] To... match your eyes? [how's that for an answer? he likes the color of your eyes, hawke. please be content with that.]
maybe something moaned in arcanum
at least partially. because hawke was still close, still as handsome as ever and his own heart still raged in his chest, but he managed to blink his daze away, enough to formulate a relatively coherent response. it was nowhere near what he was usually capable of, but it was an answer, husky as he struggled to keep his eyes open, lifting his eyebrows on a tentative explanation. because really, he wasn't going to say anything about the actual meaning of the blighted beads.] To... match your eyes? [how's that for an answer? he likes the color of your eyes, hawke. please be content with that.]