Hawke has been nowhere. More accurately she's been everywhere, but as far as the world's been concerned, she's been nowhere. Other names, odd jobs, being just another displaced Ferelden refugee with nowhere to go back to who now works as a sword for hire...it's not hard, not even with a bloody great mabari at her side. Stories about the missing Champion of Kirkwall abound (and even songs, blight it, to say nothing of Varric's book), and sometimes she gets a strange look or two. But mostly she manages to lie low, for once.
The strangest part has been getting used to being alone. Hawke's never been alone before, never in her life. She had her family around her even when they fled to Kirkwall, and then she gradually built up her motley band of misfit friends there, and then when everything went to shit they all splintered. By choice or necessity, reluctantly in most cases, but the end result was Hawke alone. She's used to it now. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself. And she still has Teo. Though that's a little more like saying she still has her left foot or her right ear.
She knows she's invited to the Conclave. Word gets around, especially when you're still in touch with Varric. A hundred horses couldn't have dragged her to that meeting. But when the sky explodes, she almost wishes she'd gone, if only for the chance that she might know what in the Void happened there. Curiosity will get her in real trouble someday.
Varric writes, and she writes back, pretending to be just another one of his informants. It's not a lie, it's just not the whole truth. He tells her about the Inquisition. After he's gotten to know the Inquisitor a little better, he even suggests she consider showing up. People aren't interested in the Champion anymore; it's the Herald of Andraste who's got everyone's attention and hopes weighing her down.
Better her than Hawke, who still refuses. Until all the red lyrium starts showing up everywhere. Until all the Grey Wardens disappear.
Until Corypheus.
Hawke's been doing her own investigations all along, with a little help from Varric and other people who owe her favors. But Corypheus, that's another matter. She can't ignore him. He's her responsibility, at least in part.
So like it or not, she makes her way towards Skyhold. Unobtrusively, on foot, alone except for her dog, passing through any number of ratspit places on the way, which is what she's been doing ever since the left Kirkwall. She's been in this one once or twice, because there's a tavern with ale that's actually worth drinking, and coastal towns always have odd jobs to do for someone who doesn't care if their hands get a little dirty.
The bar brawl wasn't part of the plan, and when she opens the door and sees it her first instinct is to shut it again and walk back out. But Teo suddenly yelps happily, and then she hears a familiar voice. The grin that stretches Hawke's face is real, and it's been far too long since she's worn one, but she doesn't think about that. She could help, but Isabela clearly has everything nearly settled, so Hawke just leans in the doorway and enjoys the show. It's always a pleasure to watch Isabela work, for many reasons. "This is only the second time," she calls back, grinning. "It's not a tradition until three."
One of the toughs who landed near the door groans and looks like he's thinking of getting up. The mabari by Hawke's side looks down at him, mouth spread in a canine grin, complete with lots of teeth. The tough decides unconsciousness is the better part of survival just as Hawke steps over him and grabs Isabela in a fierce hug. "I see you haven't changed. What was it, cheating at cards or someone using truly unbearable pick-up lines?"
[ooc: I default to an Andersmance with breakup for maximum fucking up Hawke, but that wouldn't get in the way. Regardless she'd always have flirted with Isabela (how can you *not*?) and I'm happy for them to have had a one night fling back early in the day if you like. For the future, let's see how the sparks fly. ;) BTW assume circle mage Bethany and general maxed friendships everywhere, and enjoy Hawke's mabari.]
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Date: 2019-01-30 11:28 am (UTC)The strangest part has been getting used to being alone. Hawke's never been alone before, never in her life. She had her family around her even when they fled to Kirkwall, and then she gradually built up her motley band of misfit friends there, and then when everything went to shit they all splintered. By choice or necessity, reluctantly in most cases, but the end result was Hawke alone. She's used to it now. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself. And she still has Teo. Though that's a little more like saying she still has her left foot or her right ear.
She knows she's invited to the Conclave. Word gets around, especially when you're still in touch with Varric. A hundred horses couldn't have dragged her to that meeting. But when the sky explodes, she almost wishes she'd gone, if only for the chance that she might know what in the Void happened there. Curiosity will get her in real trouble someday.
Varric writes, and she writes back, pretending to be just another one of his informants. It's not a lie, it's just not the whole truth. He tells her about the Inquisition. After he's gotten to know the Inquisitor a little better, he even suggests she consider showing up. People aren't interested in the Champion anymore; it's the Herald of Andraste who's got everyone's attention and hopes weighing her down.
Better her than Hawke, who still refuses. Until all the red lyrium starts showing up everywhere. Until all the Grey Wardens disappear.
Until Corypheus.
Hawke's been doing her own investigations all along, with a little help from Varric and other people who owe her favors. But Corypheus, that's another matter. She can't ignore him. He's her responsibility, at least in part.
So like it or not, she makes her way towards Skyhold. Unobtrusively, on foot, alone except for her dog, passing through any number of ratspit places on the way, which is what she's been doing ever since the left Kirkwall. She's been in this one once or twice, because there's a tavern with ale that's actually worth drinking, and coastal towns always have odd jobs to do for someone who doesn't care if their hands get a little dirty.
The bar brawl wasn't part of the plan, and when she opens the door and sees it her first instinct is to shut it again and walk back out. But Teo suddenly yelps happily, and then she hears a familiar voice. The grin that stretches Hawke's face is real, and it's been far too long since she's worn one, but she doesn't think about that. She could help, but Isabela clearly has everything nearly settled, so Hawke just leans in the doorway and enjoys the show. It's always a pleasure to watch Isabela work, for many reasons. "This is only the second time," she calls back, grinning. "It's not a tradition until three."
One of the toughs who landed near the door groans and looks like he's thinking of getting up. The mabari by Hawke's side looks down at him, mouth spread in a canine grin, complete with lots of teeth. The tough decides unconsciousness is the better part of survival just as Hawke steps over him and grabs Isabela in a fierce hug. "I see you haven't changed. What was it, cheating at cards or someone using truly unbearable pick-up lines?"
[ooc: I default to an Andersmance with breakup for maximum fucking up Hawke, but that wouldn't get in the way. Regardless she'd always have flirted with Isabela (how can you *not*?) and I'm happy for them to have had a one night fling back early in the day if you like. For the future, let's see how the sparks fly. ;) BTW assume circle mage Bethany and general maxed friendships everywhere, and enjoy Hawke's mabari.]