PC: HAWKE

[spiritbalm]

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WEEKEND 0 - SATURDAY

[spiritbalm]

[ okay well. he will take all of friday and some of saturday to try and Calm Down a little, but eventually he'll come find Hawke and whatever nonsense he's probably gotten up to.

woof! ]

... Did you want your knife back?

[nonmagicuser]

[ woof!!! talk about going through all five stages of grief in about five seconds ]

Pretty sure it's yours now.

[spiritbalm]

Should I be thanking you?

[ who said anything about dealing with it? it's a cool technique called pushing it all down and maybe one day you'll explode. again. hawke should be familiar. ]

... You made the right choice.

[nonmagicuser]

[ this is how we got into this mess in the first place!!!! anders!!! ]

The alternative was worse. [ seeing how he lived it, he can say that ] I'd rather it have been done than watch you be martyred.

w0, mon

[nonmagicuser]

[ okay but hawke is actually pounding on his door to get off chipper though ]

Stop tormenting the children and come out!

[spiritbalm]

[ help. well that's fair.

from behind the door: ]

I'm not tormenting children!

[ after a minute he will actually log off and come out of his room, but if this is happening immediately following all of that he does look very much in A Mood. what mood? remains to be seen. ]

What?

[nonmagicuser]

What would you call it then? Life lessons from your elders?

[ smh!!!! he's just gonna reach for anders's wrist to tug on ]

Let's go explore before you start any new fires.

w0, post trial sat

[nonmagicuser]

[ haha! what a day! hawke is three drinks deep at the bar already ]

[spiritbalm]

[ haha! yeah. just coming to sit down next to him, and then sort of flagging sideways to lean against him. it's still affection week, so this is normal and doesn't mean anything. ]

It's-- If he truly did do this, then it's justice he deserves.

[nonmagicuser]

[ just two bros not cuddling because they just experienced a whole four act orlais opera in about thirty minutes. anders gets a minor sideye for the justice comment, almost as if checking to see if he's gonna start glowing before hawke ultimately returns to his drink ]

What I don't understand is the why. Usually, there's at least something to make it clear but this.... It feels too unmotivated.

W1 - MONDAY

[spiritbalm]

[ WHAT A DAY ......................

well he'll be avoiding him for a while, but eventually they'll probably end up in the same spot and anders won't turn tail and run. ]

... This place is doing things to our minds.

[nonmagicuser]

[ WHAT A DAY!!!!!!!!

the sad hangdog feeling has probably also abandoned Hawke just like everything else in his life and he's Tired now ]

I don't think even Orlaisian dramas are this convoluted.

[spiritbalm]

Oh, I don't know about that. No one dueled to the death.

[ yeah. shoving his hair behind his ears, not meeting his eyes. ]

... It isn't my business. I should have stayed out of it.

w1, thurs

[nonmagicuser]

[ vaguely backdates us somewhere between pardi and cyoa and curfew. makes psyduck noises of confusion

anyway, hi hello holds up his baby and the lil fluffy collar he's attached to him. matchies........ ]

Did you ever think dying would come with fatherhood?

[spiritbalm]

I can genuinely say the thought never crossed my mind.

[ giving the Baby a side eye. his is ... somewhere. he's treating it like a cat. Independent. lonely ... ]

Did you run into something called the Black Market this week?

[nonmagicuser]

[ it's alright Egg, he just met you and loves you you funky lil dude ]

Last week, actually. I meant to tell you earlier but... [ well. All Of That happened ]

W1 - SATURDAY

[spiritbalm]

[ okay well it'll be a while before he makes his way up to the bell tower - his face is a mess, bruised and bloody and terrible, but he doesn't seem to care at the moment.

he's silent. not quite sure what to say at this point. but he's not going to leave him alone here. ]

[nonmagicuser]

[ with the grace of a raging bull: ]

Well, this could be worse I suppose.

[spiritbalm]

[ this makes him make A Noise. the noise is hard to describe. something between a hiccup and a laugh and a sob of pure pain that sounds like an animal dying. ]

w7, mon

[nonmagicuser]

[ scoots us somewhere more private than in front of god and everyone. by now, his eyepatch is off and the whole gnarly remnant of his eye is out there but he's still looking at anders with 9000% fondness and 2% sad eyes.


hey ]

[spiritbalm]

[ well he can’t regrow an eye but he could at least clean up the gnarliness

holding up a hand. ]

Can I … ?

[nonmagicuser]

[ you can just sense the pikashy energy but he tilts his head obligingly ]

I left it for you.


[ in any other context this would probably be sweet ]

w7, endgame

[nonmagicuser]

[ WE DID IT!!!!!!!!! DEPRESSION HOURS ARE OVER!!!!! it's now drinking yourself into relieved oblivion overtime ]

Well, that worked out better than I expected.

[spiritbalm]

[ we did it ....... ]

I don't know what I expected.

[nonmagicuser]

Before or after picking a fight with Satan?

[ ehe ]