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happy Friday to you <3 I'd love to see: “come here” *leaps into lover’s arms for a kiss* for any couple you feel inspired to write <3

Thank you for tonight's @dadrunkwriting prompt. A little Isabela x Hawke story.

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Isabela scans the post of Jader for the tenth times in the last 15 minutes. The crow's nest isn't her usual place, but as long as the Dancing Siren lies in port, she might as well use the higher vantage point to look over the busy port. It also gives her an excellent view of her crew down on deck. Which she likes to remind them of, sometimes.

"Oi, Vollen. You call that coiling a rope?" She yells down, grinning at Vollen jumping like a schoolboy caught at picking his nose.

"I'll do it again, captain," he yells up to her, picking up the rope again. 

"You better," Isabela says, more to herself. The crew is good, she doesn't expect any trouble. But they need reminders, occasionally. She watches the deck for a while, just to make sure that everyone knows what they're supposed to be doing and that they actually do it. The deck looks good, freshly scrubbed and sanded. She should probably let them go for shore leave soon. 

As she glances back to the port, something catches her eye. A rider on a horse. Not that horses are so unusual, but still, few people ride a horse directly towards the ships. Horses are nervous creatures and a spooked horse among cargo, sailors, and ropes, spells disaster. 

This horse seems to be calm, though. Extremely calm, actually, not even baulking at a wooden box escaping the netting and crashing down right next to them. Isabela looks at the rider. They wear a long leather coat, their face hidden. One hand rests on the saddle, only loosely holding the reins, the other strokes over the horse's neck. A calm rider and a calm horse. In front of the Dancing Siren, the horse stops and the rider looks up, directly at Isabela. 

"Hello, captain. Permission to come on board?"

That voice. So familiar. Could be a problem, she's made plenty of enemies in her life. Isabela climbs down, jumping onto the deck and puts her hand on the railing. This is her ship. Nobody will take it away from her.

"I don't let just anybody come on board of my ship."

The rider slides off the horse, whispering to it, and ties the reins to a pole. It doesn't look like a good knot, Isabela would never accept that kind of knotwork on her ship. The rider steps towards the plank and bows, red hair spilling forward from the hood. As they rise again, they throw the hood back and Isabela can finally see their face.

"Hawke?"

She still has that stupid red streak of kaddis on her nose, and she grins like a cat who caught the fish. "Captain Isabela, may I come on board?"

"You damn fart of a mabari!" Isabela holds out her arms. "Come here, you."

With a laugh, Hawke runs up the plank, and throws herself into Isabela's arms. She laughs, Isabela laughs, and then their lips find each other and then it's just the two of them, holding each other. 

"Maker, I've missed you," Hawke says, at last relaxing her urgent hold on Isabela.

"I've missed you too." Isabela watches her, wondering where they stand. The wind never blew in the same direction for both of them, but winds can change over time. "What's your plan?"

Hawke presses another kiss on Isabela's cheek. "Isa, love, can Fish and I stay on your ship?"

"Fish?"

Hawke gestures to the pier, where her horse has pulled the knot open and has his head inside of a bag of grains. "That's her name, Fish." 

"A horse named Fish, and you want her to come on my ship?"

Hawke uses her best puppy eyes on Isabela. "Please?"

"You think your horse can handle the open sea and storms?"

A dark shadow passes over Hawke's face. "This horse doesn't even flinch when breaches to the fade open right next to her with demons pouring out, she'll be fine."

There's a story here that Isabela wants to hear. And even if there wasn't a story... she wants Hawke to stay.

"Well, let's see how you landlubbers do on my ship." 

"Oi, Fish," Hawke calls to the horse. "Get up here."

There's something funny about watching a horse walk up a plank. It makes Isabela smile. And when she looks at Hawke, she smiles even more.

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