concoctive | SCAWWY 😱 hawke

[ alfyn's steps are steady and audible as he walks, but he's got a death grip on his axe, instead of snapping it into the loop on the back of his belt for carrying. like he's not sure whether it's actually safe now that the evening has passed, after having seen aventurine lying dead at laudna's feet beneath the stage.

when he sees hawke, he heads over to her - joining her in the void. she seems the kind of person to patrol or at least cage pace when contained like they all are, so seeing her doesn't seem to surprise him.

the friendly laughter and cheeky grins of wednesday are gone now, expression severe. ]

... found Aventurine. Be nice to maybe think he just fell, 'stead of someone doin' it to him.

[ I TYPED WK 4 AT FIRST AAAAA IMAGINE

god. anyways. he's curious, and there's no harm in curious! ]

These places are a whole heck of a lot nicer than the digs in the village... [ half-murmured to himself, but alfyn turns to hawke and sidles on over. he hasn't realized it's affection week, but still there's no hesitation in him bumping up against her companionably. he's just a friendly dog and this does not seem wrong to him. ] Wanna check some out? I've knocked on a couple of doors, but no answer yet, so I dunno if it'd be considered burglary.

[ i forgot to ask where hawke was while she was ass deep in the wine barrel but honestly does it matter. alfyn is trying to find escape from the familiar friends, smiling and laughing but vicious in their ridicule, and he finds... this. ]

... you good, Marian? [ his own emotions are set aside for a moment, as he looks at her in concern. ] How much have you had to drink..?

[ alfyn is heading into the side rooms out of curiosity, because - well, investigate the areas that you're saddled with, and all that. when he sees hawke, he raises his hand up in greeting -

and then, they get slam dunked by memshare time. he looks less than thrilled about this as it starts to happen, the scabbed cut across his own left eye pinching as his expression tightens. NOT AGAIN... ]

[ she's probably still mostly unconscious at the pit, lbr. has anyone checked on her?? did anyone get the number of the buster who hit her?? we just donut know but at least ser snuffles is sitting at her side. good boy. ]

[ hey ho it's monday doctor visit. the nyeh is at all an all time high but she's still going at it with full spite and vigor ]

Are you sure I can't just knock back a beer or two to help?

[ 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.

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.

[ 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... ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ we're at somnovium, and alfyn has his arms crossed as he stares at the giant doors. he's since missed out on the robot speaking, but the doors... all of this makes him a little wary, which he radiates quietly before glancing hawke's way. ]

Not too sure what to make of all this. Feels bad, like those weird rooms where the gas station was.

[ haha! so here we are again!!!! somehow she survived being utterly suspicious and her cabinmate did some things instead! wowee!!!

anyway, hi. ]

Well, somehow that worked out.

Ya know, I'm runnin' out of fingers to count this deja vu on...

[ said as he swaddles hawke in a blanket, the second that he helps to haul her out of the familiar muck of the swamp. if he holds onto her while wrapping it around her, well, no one can blame him, can they. ]

[ well, it'll take a while, but alfyn can be found in the depths of the vineyard because it's so vast and quiet that he'll be able to just.

cry in peace for a while.

so that's how he's found, just. openly weeping, breath hitching and shoulders shaking and all. at least this is not a new image for hawke. ]

[ she saw you flying in the end there, mr apothecary. are you alive?? ]

Still got all your parts after that fun?

wk 0; friday

wk 1; monday

wk 1; wednesday

wk 2; tuesday

w2, sat

w3, mon

wk 3; friday

wk 3; saturday

wk 4; monday

wk 4; friday

w4, sat

wk 5; monday

w5, sat

wk 6; thursday

wk 6; friday

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