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[championofsnark]

WHO: Marian Hawke
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHEN: Anywhere between December 10-19thish
OPEN TO: Filters to Iron Bull, Frank Castle, Finnick Odair, Elektra Natchios, and then OTA!
WARNINGS: Swearing. Updated: Sex in the Connor thread.

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FOR BULL

Hawke likes a lot of things about being there. For one, she always feels useful. For two, she doesn't have to be in charge. For three, she gets to meet all kinds of people. For four, some of them are people she already wanted to get to know better. It's very easy to volunteer to partner up with Bull during patrols, as he is simply marvelous company and it is occasionally nice to spend time with someone from her own world. Less people to question phrases or terms she says. Varric was right about Bull being someone their group would have liked.

"So I got Wicked Grace decks out of no where the other day, I was thinking of teaching people how to play." She has her bow slung over her shoulder. "Also my official bow, but it was broken up into a set. It shouldn't be that hard to put it together with some help."

FOR FINNICK

Hawke gets it in her head to go check in on Annie, the first person she met in this odd place, after seeing some of the native birds and thinking of those adorable little geese. Also to let her know a bit about the extra meat just brought in, in case she wanted any. It wasn't too hard to ask around and describe the woman enough to get directions, and that's how she ended up at the Windemere house.

Her dark hair is braided and her bow is left behind for now, peering around. "Oi, Annie, you around here, love?" She didn't know that she'd be meeting a different member of the family altogether.

FOR FRANK

Hawke found a reasonable set of gloves that worked with her bow, although they would never be as good as gloves that were specifically designed for an archer. But they were tolerable. Which is good, because Hawke goes out in the field enough to need it for when everything is colder. She picked up some other warm things to get by, but she found that they're simply not cutting it on her latest patrols and scouting. She heard around that Frank was the man to see about getting some warmer things without having to share them with everyone else, so she got directions to his place.

It was day time and cold, but sunny at least. She was sans bow and arrows since that was only necessary when she planned on using them. Hawke knocks on the door.

FOR ELEKTRA

Hawke is delighted to find several gifts waiting for her one morning, including beloved daggers and decks of Wicked Grace. The daggers however she simply has to immediately show off, even if it'll take a bit before she can come up with a good harness or set of sheaths for her back. She has a particularly chipper skip to her step today, wandering into the village to see who she could catch. She spots a familiar dark head from not too far away.

"Elektra!" Hawke gets warm fuzzies whenever she sees people she has good memories with. She has this gut feeling that Elektra would approve of these finely crafted matching daggers. "Look at what was randomly delivered to me over night!"

OPEN TO ALL

Hawke is someone easy to spot and meet around the village. She has lunch at the inn every day and will chatter at anyone there. She as usual can be found at the fountain here and there in case someone shows up, but she is now working on her sewing instead of creating arrows. She sometimes has some mischief and bathes nude in the hot springs. It gets cold out there! She's shameless. Finally she just generally scouts around the perimeter of the village, especially at night, with her knives and bow. She is very friendly. Just say hi. Or run while you can.

Comments

Of course you aren't

[winswars]

Connor was indeed young and fresh, and his training also meant that he had exceptional control and endurance. If she wanted someone who could very well last the entire night, she had chosen well.

The sounds of his name falling from her lips send another shiver running down his spine, tingling along the entire length. Another sound rose up deep within his throat as she turned her attention to that place upon his neck, and it sent sharp jolts of pleasure through him, pooling into his core.

If that was how good her lips and tongue felt against his throat, not even his wildest imagination could conjure how good it feel everywhere else.

She kisses him then, deep and passionate, and he has to pause, has to stop and press her back against the nearest wall. Has to press himself against her, closing the space that had existed between them. To lift one hand to slip long fingers into her hair and tug softly, to tilt her back to deepen the kiss further, tongue sneaking out from behind the barrier of his lips to tentatively swipe at her own.

[championofsnark]

Hawke herself had exceptional control and endurance, so it was going to be a fun night indeed. She was well known for her stamina, although it was normally used for fighting. She would really prefer if it'd been less fighting, but that's the mercenary way. She'd rather be doing this.

She smirked at his reaction to his throat, oh did he have some things to learn about what else she could lick, but then they were kissing and her back was up against a wall. She openly moaned, because frankly, this was a bit of a weakness for her. It was passionate to be so distracted by someone that any close surface would do, and she was happy to be swept up in it for a little while. His body was pressed flush against her and she could feel his strength, his solid weight on her, and she squeezed her legs around his waist.

Her mouth opened to welcome his tongue and she coaxed it in with her own. Now that she had something of a hold, she moved against him, her body rocking against his weight to cause friction. His body and the wall was holding her up which meant her hands were free to roam, and one instantly went up the front of his shirt. His abs were impressive when she ran her fingers against them, hungry for more than just a touch. She wanted her tongue to run on them instead, but patience was a virtue.

She pulled her head back, still in his grip but far enough to break the kiss, to get air but also try to drag his shirt off in the split second before she wanted him back for more.