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◇ x; she's baaaack

[ACTION A; 1761 Beaver Street; morning]

[Hawke did not escape the carnival very easily - if you can even call falling out of the sky and breaking your neck three days in "escaping." And even though she didn't suffer through five entire days of alternate Mayfield, when she wakes up in the morning, she's as tired, thirsty, and hungry as she was before she died.

So, the first thing she does - after being enthusiastically greeted by her mabari, that is - is wander downstairs, shoo the drones away, and put on a pot of coffee. It doesn't help fight off the sleepiness, though, so she shuffles upstairs, climbs back into bed, closes her eyes...

And screams.]

[PHONE; open]

Well, that was... fun. [Yaaaaaaaawn. Boy she sure sounds tired.] I think I lost a few days after I went to visit the neighbors, however. Anyone mind telling me what happened after - what was it, our third day there? I certainly hope I didn't miss anything interesting.

Nice of them to leave me a welcome back gift, too. Finally, something interesting to re-- [Hawke cuts herself off after taking a book off the shelf and inspecting the cover.] Hard in Hightown, really? It won't put me to sleep, at least.

[As she goes to hang up the phone, you might hear her mutter to herself:] Maker, I need a drink.

[ACTION B; Olney's Tavern; evening]

[After trying nearly all day to get some sleep and failing miserably, Hawke decides to get her mind off her post-revival the best way she knows how: drinking.

She swings by the tavern in the evening, ignores any drones that may be present, and takes a seat. It's no Hanged Man, but she can't be sure if that's a good or bad thing. The smell of piss seems to be absent, at least, which is always a good sign.

Her dog is sitting on the floor beside her stool, because, well, he follows her everywhere. Cupcake seems to be behaving himself, though.]

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Can you blame me? I hadn't had a drink in close to a decade...

[All the more reason to hand her another once she's done. He doesn't quite condone the idea, but if it gets her to sleep without nightmares?]

[Who is he to judge?]

Not at all. I'd hate to have to suffer through that. You are a stronger person than I, love.

[You know Hawke is getting tipsy when she starts non-ironically using terms of endearment! Also when she starts crawling into his lap. He's comfortable, okay.]

[He knows she's tipsy. He knows that very well. But all the same, the term of endearment... it makes his heart warm just a little.]

I wouldn't go that far.

[oof. Well. His goal is for her to be comfortable. And... so... he'll let her crawl where she pleases.]

Better?

[She is here to warm his icy cold heart with the power of... being a drunken idiot, I guess. Way to go, Hawke.

She spends a few short moments wiggling around to get comfortable, but soon enough - ah, there we go. Happily sitting in his lap. Hi, Anders. :'D]

I am now.

[That's better than nothing!]

[He... blinks for a second, then puts his arms around her, smiling a little.]

Good. I wouldn't want it any other way.

[Curling an arm around his waist again, beer bottle in her free hand. This is so romantic.]

I'm alive, I have alcohol, and there is a very good-looking healer taking care of me. What more could I ask for?

I don't know. A way back home, maybe?

But our time in Mayfield has been so lovely! You don't want to stay?

I think we both know what the answer to that question would be.

I suppose we do, at that. Someday. [Annnnd there goes another bottle.] Where should we go once we get there, I wonder? I can't imagine we'll be staying in Kirkwall.

[He falls quiet a minute, toying with her hair.]

... I doubt that I could. I... suppose whether or not you stay is your choice, Hawke.

No, I don't think I could, not after... [She trails off, shaking her head slowly.] Isabela invited me to join her crew, once her ship was ready to sail. I think I'd rather like that.

[he just keeps toying with her hair.]

Good voyage to you, then, love.

Oh, no, that won't do at all. [She discards her current bottle, then reaches up and takes his hand in both of hers, beaming.] You're coming with us, I've just decided.

[He blinks, awkwardly squeezing her hands in return.]

You've just decided? Right here, right now?

Well... the idea came to me a while ago, actually. I only just remembered it now.

[She shrugs.]

So, what do you say? The Champion goes sailing with an apostate and a pirate... Varric could certainly make a good story out of it.

[He studies her face for a long moment, clearly debating what to say.]

... You would really want that? Even after... what I've done?

[Thinking about the Chantry still makes her uncomfortable, and it shows. She sighs, and the smile on her face slips away.]

...Don't think I've forgiven you for all of that. I doubt I ever will. [She pauses, ducking her head to avoid looking at him.] But I don't want to just leave you, either.

... I wouldn't ask you to. I doubt I really want you to, either.

[Even though she's stopped looking at him, his fingers keep idly threading through her hair.]

I'll accept your decision, Hawke. Whatever... whatever it may be.

Well, I love you anyway. I must be as crazy as you.

[Pause. Hawke still doesn't look at him, but she doesn't move away from him, either.] I'd tell you to ask me about it once I'm sober, but I don't think I'll answer any differently. Someone's got to keep an eye on you, after all.

[The tension in his face softens a bit, at that.] ... You must be. Yet, I doubt I'd have you any other way.

[He nods.] If you'd like, I'll ask, regardless. It... may be best to know where we stand, without the aid of intoxication.

The intoxication only serves to make me be more honest, I think. Which... could be good or bad, depending on how you look at it.

[A frown.] You're free to shut me up at any time, on that note.

At the moment, I'm more inclined to say 'good'.

[He shrugs, slightly.] But I'd rather you slept, to be perfectly honest.

I suppose I could try again. [She just... curls up on him, resting her chin on his shoulder.] But only if you sleep with me.

[...There may or may not be a double meaning in those words - she is fairly drunk. For the most part, though, Hawke simply wants him to stay.]

[... please hold. The mage you are trying to reach is not available. He's currently trying to figure out if you're serious or just drunk.]

[In the meantime, enjoy this delightful Hold Music.]

[...]

[Okay he's back, and he still can't figure out what's what.]

I... sleep with you...?

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