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 3; friday

[concoctive]

[ 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. ]

[concoctive]

[ 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.

[quirkwall]

[ 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.