SCAWWY 😱 hawke

[concoctive]

I need to give you a govt assigned flower with medicinal uses so I can make a pretty post for you but it's Friday night we all know what we're here for

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wk 0; friday

[concoctive]

[ 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.

[quirkwall]

[ yeah hawke is doing a very unhappy circuit around the village, clearly displeased by these turn of events. she grimaces at the news though, and nods sharply ]

Given the way the cabin was quite assuredly sealed tight last night, somehow I doubt it.

wk 1; monday

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[ 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.

wk 1; wednesday

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[ 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..?

[quirkwall]

[ she's just floating in the island void of kk slider and maybe splayed out on the beach. we just donut know. ]

Not nearly enough.

[ that sure is the face of someone who's had their ass emotionally kicked and looks very displeased about it ]

wk 2; tuesday

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[ 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... ]

[quirkwall]

[ not me realizing I passed out face first before I meant to reply.

meanwhile hawke's own face tightens because this thing truly has no patience for any social niceties does it? not even enough time for a simple hello before you've been hit right in the nose with someone else's life.

there's a quiet huff when it's over, a wry expression crossing her face because wow, same adjacent hat ]

It's not easy, is it? Being a healer. An apothecary.

w2, sat

[quirkwall]

[ 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. ]

[concoctive]

Hey, buddy. [ greeting ser snuffles lightly, showing his hands so that the giant dog can see them. ] Your ma's gonna need some help, it alright if I get her?

[ once he's gotten daan out of dodge, it's time to collect hawke, jfc. lavi dragged kanda off, so he's not as worried about him, but his comrade in arms needs hauled off to the swamp. ]

w3, mon

[quirkwall]

[ 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?

[concoctive]

Pretty sure. But I think it's just 48 hours, so if you can live through it for a little longer you won't have to worry about it anymore.

[ but he offers her... some roasted fish? ]

Did some fishin' if you want some seasoned food.

wk 3; friday

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[ 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.

[quirkwall]

[ 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. ]

wk 3; saturday

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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.

[quirkwall]

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.

wk 4; monday

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[ 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... ]

[quirkwall]

[ (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.

wk 4; friday

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[ 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. ]

[quirkwall]

[ 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 ]

w4, sat

[quirkwall]

[ 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.

[concoctive]

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?

wk 5; monday

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[ 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.

[quirkwall]

[ GOOD HECKING THING THEY MISSED THAT? just looking at whats left gives her the ye olde heebie jeebies and the vibes are definitely unsettled right now ]

I've seen statues come to life before but there's something about these that are..... [ yikes! ] I suppose at least they aren't glowing or anything fun like that.

w5, sat

[quirkwall]

[ 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.

[concoctive]

[ he's fresh from the swamp and changed out of his ucky clothes, but now he's pale, sweating, and has a faint tremor, so he just. looks at her tiredly. ]

Somehow... I almost said somethin' with how they were pressin'.

wk 6; thursday

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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. ]

[quirkwall]

I've got one you can borrow.

[ muzzily like she's not quite awake yet. near drowning on top of everything does that to a person!! but she will lean her very swampy cheek on him for a bit. hey ]

wk 6; friday

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[ 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. ]

[quirkwall]

[ yeah she.... kinda figured this is how she'd find him. it probably takes her a hot minute with the slight limp she's got and general post cyoa ick but it's fine. it gives him time to get the majority of his private cries out before she gets there.

there's just the quietest of breaths when she does eventually get to him, gently she folding herself on top of alfyn to hug him close. ]

ENDGAME

[quirkwall]

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

Still got all your parts after that fun?

[concoctive]

[ he lets out a weak laugh and gives her a flex. ]

Sore all over, but I worked up a concoction the moment I could get upright again. Figure I'll slap a salve all over every bit of me once things calm down.

You missin' anythin'?