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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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Duly noted, sir.
[She didn't ask advice to ignore it. She steered away from the vital. While she has a soft spot for books, it's the great sword that draws her next. It's been months since she's seen a decent blade. She might not be able to wield this one, it's much too big, she can still admire it's craftsmanship.]
I miss my swords.
[She muses allowed, reaching out to touch the flat of the blade.]
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[ You're still in the same room, though this time a bearded, dark haired man walks in. Hawke. Someone who brings a mixture of joy and frustration into your life. Mostly frustration. He's carrying the sword.]
"Take a look at this"
You straighten from your leaning spot by the window, surprised.
"A Blade of Mercy? I remember these. You see them in the Imperium. Replicas of the sword Archon Hassarian used to kill Andraste. This one looks finely crafted."
Hawke makes a dismissive sound, as he is wont to do. You think you carry anger around with you, but it is nothing compared to Hawke.
"It seems like a regular sword."
You sigh, reach out to take it from him. If anything to just stop the pouting.
"Here, let me show you."
You run your hand over it, feel the lyrium singing in your veins, pulling and pushing at the weapon at the same time. Light begins to glow from the sword, shifting through it in small cracks in the metal. You look at the weapon thoughtfully.
"These are gifts of honour. Given to those who have preformed a service for the Imperium. Danarius coveted them, as I recall."
The name still tastes terrible on your tongue. Like ash. The picture that comes to mind with it matches the dark haired man with the chain. Hawke shrugs.
"I'd like you to have it.."
You shift your feet, fleeing the rage swell in you again, as it often does around Hawke.But you fight it down. This is...different. Than your normal arguments.
"For me? Yes...I think I'd like that. I'll think of the irony as I wield it. Thank you, Hawke."
[The room shifts to normal and the wolf sits, watching her. He lets out a yelping bark once. ]
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She turns to the wolf. He's a stranger, and now she knows so much about him. She feels like she should intrusive herself, or apologize for intruding. What comes out is:]
You're a friend of Hawke's?
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The items in the room all vanish, and light comes from the door, it seems she is free of the Calibration.]
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Well I suppose that's my cue. Sorry for the intrusion.
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