Marian Hawke (
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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.
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.
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.
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"Reyes, he's from the earth world but in their far future. Or a future version of it. It's sweet to ask if you can, but what if I say no?" Hawke winks. "I'm teasing, of course it's fine. As if I would rob either of you of a good time." There isn't a jealous or possessive bone in her body. "He's not really my type. Too cerebral. I like smart people, but the type of smart that excel at Wicked Grace, not academia." Hawke shrugs. "With one exception, Anders wasn't that type of clever. But he's a disaster so that's what I get for going outside of my type."
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"Hm, what about Wynonna? She seems like someone you'd like and I bet she could play Wicked Grace."
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"Yes Anders is that mage, the one that blew up the Chantry and started the Mage-Templar disaster." Hawke sighs. Will it ever stop hurting? Probably not. Years later and it still stung. "Not that it wasn't already a disaster waiting to happen." Or that it wasn't a disaster in the past too. There were a lot of warped things about the mage-templar relationship that all came to a head in Kirkwall, but she was responsible for Kirkwall, so that was the difference. "I was terribly in love with him, it was all very tragic."
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He takes a breath. "I am sorry you got hurt though it though. That always sucks."
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"It was a mess. Anders wasn't wrong in the sense that the mage and templar situation was deteriorating past any kind of fix, but he didn't need to intentionally give it that push. Because all it did was lead to more innocent deaths." It's not that Hawke never understood his reasons, but it didn't justify his choices. "Meredith planned on killing every single mage in the city. After what he did, she had support to do just that." She tried to find reasons to do it, she had to be handled either way, but it gave her all the fuel she needed.
Hawke sighs. "I didn't see it coming. I'm a terrible rogue."
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"So what did he say about me huh? He promised he'd write about me one day."
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Hawke smiles at him. "He said you were far more open minded and open hearted than he expected." Their limited experience with the qunari probably made them short sighted, but really knowing Varric he was worried more about a qunari near her than anything else. "He liked you and your company well, and would choose to spend time with you regardless of the Inquisition." Varric was a social dwarf and could talk with just about anyone, but it didn't mean he wanted to. And he purposely didn't put himself more on the line with the Inquisition. He was there for a job, not to make friends.
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"He said he'd use some of my lines in a book one day. Maybe even write me in. That would be something huh, imagine Par Vollen once they get their hands on that." He laughs.
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"He will absolutely add you in. He gets wonderful fodder from all of his friends." Hawke smiles. "I think he'd write about ten novels in this place, if he showed up. So many interesting and attractive people." He'd hate it in other ways, he never liked small towns or villages much, but the stories would be an easy sell. "Your legend would spread far and wide! You'd get laid even more often."
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"That sounds good to me. I mean why go lonely to bed if you can help it."
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"I go back and forth on that. I like sex, but I like my space too. I do miss waking up to Isabela, she made mornings very nice." Hawke grins mischievously. Ah her beautiful pirate.
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"And... Morning sex is half the fun of people sleeping over. And at least it keeps you nice and warm in the winter."
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"Morning sex is nice. Outside of the breath. I took someone's virginity here the other day, that was fun. Nice lad, good heart, very attentive." Not everyone wants virgins, and it's not like she sought him out specifically because of that, but it was nice.
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He shakes his head. "Well, are the sex scenes any good in it?"
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Hawke grins. "They're pretty damn good, honestly. I think he's pent up. Let me see if I can remember one to share with you ...."
[Maybe wrap here?]
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