Hawke frowned at the answer. She still doesn't know much about melange; it gave Sheeana some unusual (and impressive) abilities, but at a price. And it wasn't something they'd be able to come by easily in the circumstances.
But if Sheeana wouldn't admit to concern (which she almost never did), neither would Hawke, at least not at present. And if there was something she could do about it...
Hawke grinned as she let herself be pulled forward, turning her head to graze teeth on the skin of Sheeana's neck, then a nip at the spot where neck met shoulder. She loved the way Sheeana smelled, a faint hint of bitter cinnamon. "I imagine I can come up with a distraction."
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Date: 2013-03-15 09:49 am (UTC)But if Sheeana wouldn't admit to concern (which she almost never did), neither would Hawke, at least not at present. And if there was something she could do about it...
Hawke grinned as she let herself be pulled forward, turning her head to graze teeth on the skin of Sheeana's neck, then a nip at the spot where neck met shoulder. She loved the way Sheeana smelled, a faint hint of bitter cinnamon. "I imagine I can come up with a distraction."