He almost drops his grocery bags, he can hardly believe it. It really is him, though. He looks slightly different in a few ways, but it's still the man he loves. He wants to run toward him as well, but he doesn't want to make a scene.
He does walk much quicker that Rowen does though, as he approaches those open arms. Once he does get close enough he does drop the bags and throws his arms around his lover, pulling him in close. He's real. He's really here. He barely even notices the man behind him.
Hawke grunted a sigh of very real relief when at last he closed his arms around his beloved, gathering Bucky close and crushing him against his chest. A shudder ran through the mage's big body, but his grip showed no signs of lessening. Only after an eternity did Hawke lift his head, just enough for tired blue eyes to meet tired blue eyes, a crooked grin slanting the mage's mouth moments before he captured his sweet soldier's in a deep, passionate kiss, unabashed to share such affection right here in the bloody hallway.
It'd been months. Months of aching, bereft. Although he understood without question why Bucky had returned to his own world, Hawke had still mourned his devastating loss. But duty always came before pleasure; he'd learned that decades ago. And his own world needed him. It still did. Which was why, again, though he longed to do so, to forget everything he'd left behind and move ahead in a completely new world, he still couldn't stay.
But he'd have this, by Andraste's divine ass. He would absolutely have this.
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Date: 2025-09-15 09:33 pm (UTC)He does walk much quicker that Rowen does though, as he approaches those open arms. Once he does get close enough he does drop the bags and throws his arms around his lover, pulling him in close. He's real. He's really here. He barely even notices the man behind him.
"Surprised doesn't even begin to cover it."
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Date: 2025-09-17 03:04 pm (UTC)It'd been months. Months of aching, bereft. Although he understood without question why Bucky had returned to his own world, Hawke had still mourned his devastating loss. But duty always came before pleasure; he'd learned that decades ago. And his own world needed him. It still did. Which was why, again, though he longed to do so, to forget everything he'd left behind and move ahead in a completely new world, he still couldn't stay.
But he'd have this, by Andraste's divine ass. He would absolutely have this.