we're still wide awake

[ofkirkwall]

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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[ofkirkwall]

[ 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. ]

[wolfehawke]

[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.

[ofkirkwall]

[ 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. ]

[wolfehawke]

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.

[ofkirkwall]

[ 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.

[wolfehawke]

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.]