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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[His brows furrow as his gaze drops to his feet. Unsure, uncertain how was best to proceed. He's never, ever going to be good at just taking what he wants. ]

I suppose I was afraid you had forgotten. Or maybe more so that you hadn't. [He hunches his shoulders in a half-shrug. ] I know I am not the Fenris you know back home.

[ Decides to busy her hands with the fire, grabbing a few scattered stones to make into a circle to place the wood. A little wooden tent like she used to do with Carver and Bethany, nights of camping barely a yard from their home. ]

Hard to forget something like that. [ To jest is as simple to her as breathing, she doesn't think twice about it. Knee-jerk reaction. ] Truthfully, Fenris, I don't see the difference you're the same brooding elf with the same brooding problems. Your memory is all that is different. [ And perhaps, she thinks hollowly, his heart. ]

And I don't expect anything from you, you know that? Ignoring my terrible habit of flirting with about as much as Isabela and my love for teasing until your face goes red. Just don't think you have to do anything because of how things stand in my world.

[Fenris stands awkwardly near her. He knew they needed to have this conversation eventually, that he couldn't just ignore it forever. More to the point, he didn't want to ignore it. ]

I don't brood. [The response is automatic by now, he almost doesn't even realise he's doing it. ] And it's not- it's not like that. This isn't out of some duty to some other version of myself.

[Another version of himself that has done far better than he has or likely ever will. Fuck you, Other Fenris. ]

I kissed you because I wanted to. You know better than anyone that I do nothing unwillingly.

[ If she had her way she'd talk herself out the conversation, change the subject somehow, joke until it is all forgotten. But that... Maker, it wouldn't be fair on either of them and even she knows it is a conversation they need to have. She can't run from everything.

Hawke sits staring at the little tent of sticks and dried grass, hand going out for whatever Fenris managed to accumulate. ]

You're right. [ Inhale, sharp, through the nose and mask. ] You're about as stubborn as a mule, doubt anyone could get you to do something you don't want to do. [ I kissed you because I wanted to. She shouldn't be so relieved to hear that, right? Maker's balls. ]

Exactly.

[Fenris wants to stay on his feet, to pace around, to look for a chance to bolt. He doesn't, though. He's so tired of running. He sits down heavily next to her, staring down at his feet. This is not...easy. ]

I met someone here. [He needs to get this out first, he supposes. ] His name was Dorian, a mage from Tevinter. Despite being the exact person I would want to wipe off the face of the planet, he continued to prove himself to me time and time again. We...grew close.

[He hates talking about this, it still feels sour in his mouth. ]

I thought I loved him but it was...difficult. We fought a lot. I think in the end, we were just too different to make it work. As much as it hurt, it was right that it ended. He left soon after, so I suppose it was for the best.

[ To say she is surprised... well, she is certainly surprised. Not in the bad way, but the... look it is really surprising to think Fenris met someone. ]

Dorian? Oh, I remember him. Charming fellow for a Tevinter. [ As surprising as it is to hear that her dear elf met someone, it is even more surprising to hear it was the Tevinter mage she encountered a couple of times during her stay in Skyhold - of all people a Tevinter mage.

Hawke forces herself to look back at their unlit fire then, listening and allowing it all to sink in. Inhaling as a surge of mana tingles her fingertips and a small flame comes to life in her hand. How is she to respond to this? Andraste's tits, everything that comes to mind sounds too callous to leave her mouth. She's sorry that he had relationship troubles but part a stupid selfish part of her is also glad the Vint is gone.

She flicks the flames into the sticks and dried grass, watching smoke slowly start to rise as the fire begins to crackle to life. Then she turns to look at him. ]

Want a hug?

[ Nailed it. ]

[His eyes stay on the fire as it blooms into life. Even now, more than a decade after his escape, he still tenses at the sight of magic brought to life, his muscles coiled and ready to run, or fight; whichever worked best. Some things, it seems, never change.

He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle at her comment, and his shoulders slacken a little. ]

Have I ever?

[He takes a few sticks, feeding the fire, before eventually turning to look at her. ]

I just- I was angry, when he left. That it ended the way it did. [That he let all his issues swallow him up again, that he pushed someone away.] But now... Now, I am glad it did.

[To have her come here, when he was struggling with a relationship that was equally burning and sinking...it would have been too cruel, even by Atroma's standards. For both of them. He exhales again, trying to find the words, struggling with them. They never come easy. ]

What I meant to say is that I'm glad that you are here. Even after...everything.

[ Hard not to feel awkward now taking a spare stick to poke at the fire, their source of warmth in the growing night. Emotional talks and Hawke have never truly meshed well, likely because she does everything in her power to avoid them - avoids talking about Bethany, about Leandra, about Carver, about Malcolm, about how read she was to throw herself into death's maw, about the nightmares that still haunt her sleep.

This? It's on a different scale but still... awkward. Something says she shouldn't be glad whatever he had ended, because that is frankly a horribly selfish thing to be glad about. But part of her is, just as it is glad for his awkward way of telling her he's happy she is here and he still... well things that weren't said before they left Exsillium are still there. Not said, but there.

Hawke exhales, fixes a smile upon her face, and turns to look at him fondly. ]

I see your ability to express yourself is still lacking. [ Ah, but she adores him for it. ] Thank you, yes thank you. For being glad and for remembering me.

[ Turning her head back to the fire Hawke laughs. ]

You know it's funny, I was scared I wouldn't be remembered. That the Hawke you all would remember wasn't me.

In that regard, I doubt I will ever change.

[His lips lift into a small smile, a touch shy, perhaps, but mostly happy. Content. This may be a difficult conversation, but he's not sad he's having it. Not at all.]

...I'm starting to believe it would be impossible to forget you at all. I-

[He hesitates, then closes his eyes with a sigh. It's totally not an angsty broody sigh at all nope. ]

Honestly, if I were to have a choice between going home and forgetting you or remaining here, I think I would choose the later.

[Thedas is so fucked up anyway and it's not like he even LIKES his Hawke. ]

I'm sure all of Thedas will agree with you there, especially considering Varric 'Tale of the Champion' is still floating about.

[ It's a need to do something with her hands that has her poking the fire with a stick, smokes and embers rising into the air as she does so. As awkward as it is, as she currently feels, she can't help but smile, can't help but feel relieved. ]

Aww, you say such the sweetest things.

[ Putting the stick aside she shuffles closer to him, just enough to place a quick kiss to his cheek.

Andraste's tits she must look stupid, sitting there grinning like some sort of idiot. Utterly too pleased with herself, she is, damning him as much as she damns herself. You're a fool Marian, an utter fool. ]

I am almost certain that book will never die.

[The kiss on the cheek takes him a touch off guard, but he certainly doesn't push her away. He clears his throat somewhat awkwardly, dropping his own hand to rest on top of hers, the thumb curling around her wrist a little. It's not much, but it's a step. It's...something. A small, nervous smile crosses his face. It's the happy sort of nervous, though. The butterflies sort. ]

Something many would not say of me.

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