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rivain2017-04-07 05:47 pm
considerdying) wrote in rivain2017-04-07 05:47 pm
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but if the sky comes falling down for you
WHO: Marian Hawke + OPEN
WHERE: Hinterlands, Skyhold, Crestwood, name your place!
WHEN: Inquisition-era
WARNINGS: TBD + DA2 spoilers everywhere
NOTES: mage!Hawke, World State flexible, willing to thread with multiple Inquisitors, Isabelamance unless otherwise desired
Ever since she disappeared from Kirkwall and gave up the mantle of Champion, Hawke has more or less been in hiding. Not because she expects a thousand people to swarm her, exactly, but definitely a handful or two. She'd known things would be different ever since the confrontation with the Arishok. With the giant red lyrium statue in the courtyard of the Gallows likely until the end of time, Hawke thought it might be better to leave for a while. Until things calmed down.
And then the sky above Haven was ripped open and everything got tossed to the demons. Literally.
Hawke spends most of her time wandering the Hinterlands, in large part because she can at the moment, but also because it's one of the last places anyone would look for her. Ferelden seems so different since she last spent any measurable amount of time here and she can't help wondering what it would have been like if she'd come back after the Blight. If she, Carver, and Mother hadn't stayed in Kirkwall. But they had and so much had happened. Some good. A lot bad. Maybe it's a lot of those memories that has her doing what she can to help refugees, even if she has to keep herself hidden for the most part. She's gotten good at getting things done, though trying to do it all from the shadows is trickier. She manages, though, somehow.
She even manages to make her way to Skyhold without alerting anyone but Varric and once she's spoken to the Inquisitor, she actually stays for a time. Not for long, but the place is lovely and the cold air keeps her alert. Sometimes that's better than wandering the Fade in her dreams at night. Not particularly healthy, but... better.
After that, she sticks in Crestwood to talk with her Warden ally and the Inquisitor, staying long enough to see the end of the dismal rain and the depressingly familiar corpses. They remind her so fully of Kirkwall's problems that for a moment, she's swamped with memories. Bitter memories. Memories of Mother. For longer than a moment, Hawke peers into the sun as she walks through the wilds around the town, like it might be the only bright thing left in her life.
And after everything is said and done, after the trip to the Fade and the Inquisitor's terrible choice, she moves on, elsewhere, towards the desert and the rest of her life.
WHERE: Hinterlands, Skyhold, Crestwood, name your place!
WHEN: Inquisition-era
WARNINGS: TBD + DA2 spoilers everywhere
NOTES: mage!Hawke, World State flexible, willing to thread with multiple Inquisitors, Isabelamance unless otherwise desired
Ever since she disappeared from Kirkwall and gave up the mantle of Champion, Hawke has more or less been in hiding. Not because she expects a thousand people to swarm her, exactly, but definitely a handful or two. She'd known things would be different ever since the confrontation with the Arishok. With the giant red lyrium statue in the courtyard of the Gallows likely until the end of time, Hawke thought it might be better to leave for a while. Until things calmed down.
And then the sky above Haven was ripped open and everything got tossed to the demons. Literally.
Hawke spends most of her time wandering the Hinterlands, in large part because she can at the moment, but also because it's one of the last places anyone would look for her. Ferelden seems so different since she last spent any measurable amount of time here and she can't help wondering what it would have been like if she'd come back after the Blight. If she, Carver, and Mother hadn't stayed in Kirkwall. But they had and so much had happened. Some good. A lot bad. Maybe it's a lot of those memories that has her doing what she can to help refugees, even if she has to keep herself hidden for the most part. She's gotten good at getting things done, though trying to do it all from the shadows is trickier. She manages, though, somehow.
She even manages to make her way to Skyhold without alerting anyone but Varric and once she's spoken to the Inquisitor, she actually stays for a time. Not for long, but the place is lovely and the cold air keeps her alert. Sometimes that's better than wandering the Fade in her dreams at night. Not particularly healthy, but... better.
After that, she sticks in Crestwood to talk with her Warden ally and the Inquisitor, staying long enough to see the end of the dismal rain and the depressingly familiar corpses. They remind her so fully of Kirkwall's problems that for a moment, she's swamped with memories. Bitter memories. Memories of Mother. For longer than a moment, Hawke peers into the sun as she walks through the wilds around the town, like it might be the only bright thing left in her life.
And after everything is said and done, after the trip to the Fade and the Inquisitor's terrible choice, she moves on, elsewhere, towards the desert and the rest of her life.