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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[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. ]

[concoctive]

[ there's a hiccup and a deep intake of breath, but alfyn does turn into her when she folds on top of him, gripping her arm carefully. he just didn't want other people to have to feel responsible for his big feelings. ]

... fuck. I hate this place. [ he misses just being a little kid for six hours, flame godsdamn take him. ] We were - we were talkin' about dyin' together on Monday if we were still alive. So that we could make sure other folks had the chance to be in last five standin', but this...

[quirkwall]

We're almost done. Just a little bit longer. [ Please let it only be a little bit longer. doing this nonsense week after week is exhausting as it is but even moreso when you've made special connections with the people who were the unlucky winners of the week.

his confession though.... she breathes sharply through her nose, the grip on his shirt tightening for just a moment ]

I would have rightfully been very cross with you if you didn't say anything beforehand. Though I'd say at this point you're rather stuck keeping our fool selves alive.

[concoctive]

[ there's a weak, miserable laugh at her response, humorless, because. well. he would have been very cross with her for the same reason, and he knows what's going to happen come sunday. ]

I know. I would've said somethin'. You give me a right heart attack constantly, think it's only fair, tellin' you. [ but it wouldn't have swayed his answer. ] We still... ten people have to die, Hawke. And we've already lost so many godsdamned people.

[quirkwall]

[ maker. don't remind her. ]

this weekend surely will be interesting. here's to no one being a little too ready to start knifing everybody.


[ that's the weakest attempt of a joke but she's also half serious. the chances of someone just being Ready To Go on tomorrow night is uuuuuuh. probably pretty high. here's hoping they don't have a body pileup!! ]

[concoctive]

[ grimaces. ]

You think maybe somebody'll try to earn the ire of a monster on purpose..?

[ suicide by monster, so to speak. ]

[quirkwall]

[ nyehs ]

I won't discount anything at this point. Either or, really.

[ whatever method that thins their currently bloated numbers by half. she'd rather just drink poisoned wine, thanks ]