driftfleet | we're still wide awake

Who: hawke & you.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: literal hell planet.
When: today my dudes.

( a. ) planetside; HIDE AND GO SEEK.

[ To say Marian Hawke has been having a bad few days might be putting things a little lightly. She has a terrible few weeks, even a month! It's been one thing after another with little bright spots in between. Tiny little spots, practically swallowed by the rest of the shit in between.

Today is not exception. After having the wonderful idea of wandering off by herself Hawke has found herself in a pickle, one of many future pickles she is sure, a rather annoying one at that. Curled up in a tree, hugging her staff, watching as the four Vizeiri men comb the undergrowth for her. They're mad, she understands that, most people get angry when you throw a fireball in their faces but she had hoped they would have lost interest by now. Maybe the fireball made it personal, or maybe they're really hungry?

Either way she's stuck, unable to throw another spell or risk passing out from lack of mana, and to tired to physically put up a fight. ]

This was a terrible idea.

( b. ) planetside; DEAR CANNIBALS, I'M NAPPING COME BACK LATER.

[ Eventually there is no fighting off sleep. Mana deprivation, lack of sleep, exhaustion in her limbs, all of it slams into her like a tone of bricks. Any longer and she is like to pass out in the open and become some cannibals meal. So she searches for some sort of shelter, something to keep her safe from wandering Vizeiri or any other predators out there.

Unfortunately all she finds a small outcropping of rocks half hidden by some underbrush. Better than nothing right? It is by no means comfortable but she is so tired that she could barely care, crawling into the space and collapsing into a ball, staff held close to her chest. Sleep comes quickly, though not before she leaves a parting note, just in case:

DEAR CANNIBAL, MONSTER, OR OTHERWORLDLY BEING,
I AM VERY TIRED AND DECIDED TO TAKE A NAP
IF YOU TRULY WISH TO DEVOUR ME PLEASE COME BACK LATER
YOURS TRULY,
MARIAN HAWKE

Perfect. ]

( c. ) planetside; I'M NOT LOST, YOU'RE LOST.

[ Perhaps she was heading back with you to one of the crashed ship, or perhaps she was leading you to somewhere relatively safe. Whatever it was it has gone incredibly awry and she is now incredibly lost. She had marked that tree at least half an hour ago and she has passed it at least four times. Oh, this is bad, this is terrible. Being lost is always irritating but being lost on a planet full of cannibals? A hundred times worse, at least!

Frustrated Hawke plops down on a nearby moss covered rock, scowling at the ground. ]

This isn't my fault, I just want to let you know that in case we get ambushed by lunatics.

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It tasted horrible at first but after a while it kinda grew on me.

[ Maybe it was the fact all of her friends were there that made it taste better, or maybe the ale just killed what taste buds she had. It doesn't matter, really, not in the end of the day. ]

I know the feeling. [ Marian laughs a little, leaning back on her hands. A couple of times she wondered what it would have been like if Wolfe was with her, if their mother had two sets of twins instead of one. Terrible, probably, all of Thedas would fear their combined power. Ha.

But her laughter fades as he continues, the mention of Fenris sending a cold chill down her spine. All at once her demeanor changes; her head drops, messy dark hair shielding her eyes, fingers tremble as they try to grip the rock beneath her. Her whole body tenses, guilt and hurts bubbling back up to the surface. ]

Yeah well, that was a stupid decision on my part. [ The worst decision, perhaps, to give her heart to him as she did. To fall all over again with him in Exsillium and here, only to have it torn apart. ] Besides, that's over now.

What?

[Wolfe leans forwards and jerks around to look behind him at Marian, wincing as he wrenches something in his back but ignores it to get to the bottom of what his sister means.]

What happened?

[ She laughs again, curt, looking out to the distance at some weirdly shaped tree off in the distance. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything, should have kept her mouth shut so he didn't have to learn about how much of a mess her life is right now. Not that it hasn't been anything but a mess. ]

Oh, you know. Turns out he had slept with Kirk and forgot to inform me about it. [ She didn't know if it had only been that one time or if there had been other incidents, but she didn't really want to ask. ] He... Uh, well, felt he couldn't care for me the way he thought I deserved. I don't know, it's a mess, I'm a mess and we're not seeing each other anymore. I moved off the Tourist as quickly as I could.

[ It's only then that she glances down at him, expression taught with a forced smile. ]

Day in the life of a Hawke, am I right?

What?!

[This time the word is less bewildered and shot through with fury. How dare he do that to Wolfe's blood?! How could he?!

Adalwolfe stands and begins pacing back and forth, limping but too agitated and angry to care.]

I'll rip those pointed ears off his damn head for doing that to you, I swear on the Maker. What could have possessed him?! Of all the-- What the fuck!?

[It's not a word he normally uses, but at this? At this he shouts it so loudly that a few birds fly off from that weirdly shaped tree in the distance.]

[ She almost falls off her rock at his yell, eyes wide watching him stands suddenly to pace. Her hand reaches out to stop him only to fall short and hover in the air for a moment before returning to her side. It's kinda funny watching anger erupt from him, the same sort that had possessed her when it happen. Anger she had buried under layers and layers of alcohol, anger that caused her to go back to the Tourist with Cloud in tow.

Now, at most she feels worn. ]

Wolfe, sit back down.

No! I can't sit here and ig-

[But it seems the ground has other ideas as when he turns to address her he steps funny on his bad leg and it sends him toppling into a heap with a comical yelp and a groan.]

Andraste's knickerweasles, that hurt...

[ Even as tired as she is Marian is quick to push herself off the rock and fall in beside him, worried and amused at the same time. ]

Idiot. I told you to sit back down. [ There is nothing really she can do so she settles for helping him from that heap and flicking his forehead. ] This is what you get for stomping around like that.

[ A second flick. ]

[He flinches at the first flick to his face, then catches her hand at the second, disgruntled at the pain that's now shooting up his injured leg at regular intervals but covering it up with so much worry for his feminine counterpart that he's rather successful at hiding it. Marian's problems are far more at the forefront of his mind right now than his own, anyway.]

Why would Fenris do something like that? After all his issues with trust, how could-- [He shakes his head vigorously.] What about you? How are you holding up? And be honest, none of that deflecting humor. I'm not going to fall for it.

[ She doesn't fight his grip, letting her hand simply just hang there for as long as he decides to hold it. She can see the worry on his face, see the way he's more or less piercing through her defenses, her masks. If it were anyone else she might get annoyed by it, but it's Wolfe and she just... can't. ]

I don't... [ It'd be a lie if she said she didn't ask herself the same question almost a thousand times, wondered what it was that she did wrong, or whether or not she was enough. In a way she knew, she understood, but in another? It boggled her mind. ] I don't know, I really don't. I thought I knew him well enough to know what he's thinking but... Well, I guess that isn't true.

[ As if on cue Marian laughs and looks off into the forest around them, the smile on her face is tight - a mask as useless as a clear sheet of glass. ]

I'm fine.

[ Liar. ]

Liar.

[He echoes her thought, frowning darkly. Marian takes how Bethany was about things that bothered her and ramps it up tenfold. A bright smile and a white lie about how she's not tired, she's not angry, she's not in pain please don't worry as if her problems aren't worth a damn when in truth they're worth far more than his at the very very least.

Wolfe may have a busted leg and other wounds, but Marian has a hole in her life and that's not fine.]

Bastard. If this planet wasn't the single worst situation in which to do it, I'd throw a punch at his face.

[He'd lose that fight, probably, but it's the principal of the thing.]

I will though. If it'd help.

[ It's a terrible habit, truly, one she has lived with her entire life and one she has no idea how to change. It doesn't surprise her that Wolfe sees through it so quickly, she barely even flinches as he echoes her own thoughts. He can read her like an open book no matter how hard she tries to hide it, even her strongest efforts are practically useless.

It's fine, she's fine, there is nothing anyone needs to worry about after all they have other more pressing things to worry about. ]

No, it's alright. [ She laughs again, gaze focused on the dirt beneath them. ] I already sort of did that. Well, Cloud and I did. It didn't make things better, if anything it made things worse.

[ Deep breaths. Pushing it all down, that's it. She looks back at him then, at his rather busted leg, a hand reaching to pat the side of his face. ]

Thanks though, it makes me feel a little better knowing you'd do it.

Of course I would.

[He gathers her up then, a great big bear hug to hide in.]

But the last thing I want to do is make it worse.

[One hand goes to the back of her head, gently cradling. He knows those deep breaths and it's just them. Maybe there's another time to push things down, but now is not it. She can cry with him if that's what she needs to do. He's here for her to cry on or whatever else.]

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