concoctive | SCAWWY 😱 hawke

[ hello it is a terrible time once again. alfyn is actually sitting in the aspen forest, arms crossed over his knees and ignoring the eyeballs of the aspens as he stares at the dogwood with its encased person. he's not getting near it he's just Staring because this is the source of all of them getting RNG'd into different places, and...

and it wouldn't have changed anything, he knows that. but still.

hawke gets to find him just openly crying. bitter, hot, miserable tears in the quiet. ]

... can't even be relieved it was only two people, when they were still our people.

[ better her coming to vent angrily at the tree and probably getting zapped for it quite honestly.

her heart breaks for him, however, because as much as she's become stone hearted to people leaving her, it's never easy to see others go through the same. her hand comes to grip his shoulder, a silent offer of support.

she can't even bring herself to her usual smart comments, because... well... all of it just feels like ash in her mouth, really. ]

[ honestly? despite thinking that he and the tree were on good terms, alfyn might not have stopped her.

he does bring his hand up to cover hers, squeezing tight as he closes his eyes for a few, long moments. just sitting in the misery of it all, the quiet. ]

Gods.

[ maybe if she drinks enough of the shit beer she made off with from the party, we can find out.

otherwise, that sure is a small tired smile ]

If nothing else I hope wherever they've gone off to, they're causing plenty of havoc.

Y'know, at least you're not bleedin' out lethally this time I come to find you.

[ alfyn will announce himself as he comes to collect hawke, reaching to rub ser snuffles on the head before the hand comes up to take her by the elbow. ]

C'mon, you. Time to go sit down for a long while, maybe have another shitty beer, listen to me cry some more, and we can both tell this place to go to hell for a while.

Perhaps I should have tried a little harder.

[ it's meant to be teasingly, but hawke just sounds miserable instead. haha, a little to real there, hawke ]

Maker. I could use a few more horrific beers.

Think that's enough of that for today. Save it for next Saturday, would ya?

[ he lifts her arm up over his shoulders, bowing forward to adjust for their height difference. ]

I've got more in the theater. Took as many as I could before we lost 'em.

[ she ughs gently ]

This place is making me horrily maudlin.

[ maybe she should have become a cold hearted paladin when she grew up after all ]

Think it's doin' that to a lot of us. Would you believe I'm an optimist?

[ this is a shit joke. but he'll make his way over to the theater so he can ply her with more alcohol and maybe cry in peace with her and ser snuffles. ]

On a good day, so am I.

[ it, however, has not been a good day in many days. whomp. ]

Perhaps a bit more of a cynic now given frankly everything.

[ at least terrible beer, good company, and some well deserved dog therapy will help ]

[ has hawke even gotten something to hunt with... doesn't matter, we're hunting. if she needs him to carve her something, alfyn will, but for now he's trying to trek as quietly as possible not actually on the hiking trail, but through the foliage and trees. ]

You think we can figure out some kinda way of dryin' the meat safely if we get it..? [ quiet... quiet... ]

[ (anna voice) use your bear hands. SO. I GUESS HAWKE IS JUST AT FULL ASSASSIN MODE? fucking help me i guess that's her official specialty now.

so if it wasn't for her occasionally answering him quietly, you'd probably never know she was there. you get the feeling this isn't her first rodeo hunting (general) ]

Ever try ash drying? Bit faster than leaving it out but getting the taste right is a bit tricky.

[ girl do you need a weapon he can get you one, he's gonna lose it. for now though they can just do their stalking.

she's quieter than him by a lot, honestly, his dex is his dump stat but he's still fairly sure footed and careful as he goes. ]

Ohhh, no, that's not somethin' we did any of in Clearbrook. We usually use a curin' shack with salt. Or honey sometimes.

[ SMILES THROUGH MY TEARS..... please and thank you? ]

We use salt mostly since we're a coastal city. But apparently, if you're in a pinch, drying it in ash works just as well. [ the odd things you learn from the alienage... (the things you learn while tagging with nhk on) ]

[ he'll do this later, dw about it. he has means. ]

We're landlocked in Clearbrook, but traders come through plenty enough and we get merchants from all over 'cause of the rivers. There's nearby folks who will smoke their meat, too, which - gods, the turkey legs here are delicious in the same way.

[ alfyn is her favorite octo don't tell rondo ]

Maker. I've not had proper smoked bacon in so long. [ she's going to alert every animal in this forest if her stomach starts to rumble, help.

Smoked rabbit... Smoked venison...

[ alfyn is... hiding in the drisking infirmary, right now, sitting on one of the cots with his face pressed against his raised knee, both arms around it as the flat heel of his boot on the edge of the cot.

predictably, he is crying. it's quiet, frustrated and bitter, but his shoulders are shaking and there are stormy thought clouds all around him at the moment.

hi hawke. ]

[ ah, just where she thought she'd find him. she quietly drops a hysterically out of place fruity cocktail on a nearby counter and lets out a tired breath, scrubbing her hair. her own thoughts are simply gray and washed out, the perpetual exhaustion of friday's bleaching out whatever anger she might have had. good thing she took the long way here because someone sure doesn't need the angry hawk shrieks right now.

otherwise she places a gentle hand on the alfyn, tugging at him gently so he'll come lean on her instead of being a solid ball of misery ]

[ at least neither of them are smashing things to bits in their frustration and grief? he's not that kind of person, but it's hard to not feel the desire for it while he lets the tears come.

they don't stop when hawke tugs on him. alfyn's breath just shudders, hitches, and he drops his leg out of the way so that he can turn into her. his arms go around her and his hands seek purchase, holding on tight like he's afraid that she'll go, too. ]

[ has she moved by now? it's hard to say. but she's certainly got her head in her hands like she's going to regret going any further than where she's ended up though ]

Maker. This is either the best luck I have or the worst.

Both, maybe.

[ crouches down to her level, hands no longer bloodied from stitching karlach up. ]

Hey, lady. You think you can show me those pretty blues of yours so I can find out if you bounced your skull hard enough that I'm gonna have to keep you awake for the next few hours?

[ she groans at the idea of having to stay awake. that's a song and dance she's probably very familiar with but there's usually more magic involved to make it suck less but ]

If you wanted to look into my eyes you could have just asked.

[ unfortunately for her, she's gotten pretty bonked. ]

Aw, I'd be askin' every day.

[ manages a smile, despite the absolutely rancid stormcloud above his head for his animal crossing emojis. he'll pull out a flashlight and shine it from outside in on both eyes.

your fuckin 3 does not spell good news for hawke. ]

... probably kept her from hurtin' more people, before she conked out. But damn if you need a better weapon than yourself.

My, what a charmer.

[ before making nyeh faces at the light. nyeh!!!!! flinching probably doesn't help the raging migraine she's feeling right about now and she goes back to ooghing quietly. the despair lines in her thoughts just come back in full force ]

Better have the focus on me than the others. I can take it.

[ SURE, IF SHE WASN’T SQUISHY RIGHT NOW ]

[ clicks off the flashlight and fishes into his bag to pull out two tincture vials. ]

You any good with a dagger? [ he uncorks the vials and offers both to her. ] Drink 'em both. You and me are gonna be awake for a while until I'm sure you're not gonna die in your sleep.

[ Don't think I could take losin' you on top of Rondo and Daan this week. ]

SCAWWY 😱 hawke

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