It's the fucking Fade. The fucking Fade and he knows she's here somewhere. It has to be the Fade because he's in the Amell mansion, in the same room where he and Hawke had made love that first time, where they'd reconciled and he'd decided to follow her no matter what happened from then on.
A flash to his side makes him whip around and he's hit with a vision of the woman he loves as she smiles seductively and then disappears. A mirage conjured by his loneliness.
With an irritated snarl, he rips the bed's curtains off before stomping out of the house. Instead of the square in Hightown that would lead to the Viscount's Keep, he finds a strange sort of walled area with those strange mirrors that he thinks signify other people's memories or desires.
It's the Fade. He doesn't try to understand it because nothing here makes sense. Especially not when sleeping. But he knows that he can use it to find things he wants by simply thinking about them.
As if she's that far from his thoughts, even in a heavy drunken stupor induced sleep.
"Hawke?" He steps forward through a puddle of green-tinged water that doesn't feel wet and ignores it. "Hawke, are you here?"
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Date: 2018-01-11 07:10 am (UTC)A flash to his side makes him whip around and he's hit with a vision of the woman he loves as she smiles seductively and then disappears. A mirage conjured by his loneliness.
With an irritated snarl, he rips the bed's curtains off before stomping out of the house. Instead of the square in Hightown that would lead to the Viscount's Keep, he finds a strange sort of walled area with those strange mirrors that he thinks signify other people's memories or desires.
It's the Fade. He doesn't try to understand it because nothing here makes sense. Especially not when sleeping. But he knows that he can use it to find things he wants by simply thinking about them.
As if she's that far from his thoughts, even in a heavy drunken stupor induced sleep.
"Hawke?" He steps forward through a puddle of green-tinged water that doesn't feel wet and ignores it. "Hawke, are you here?"