Midnight Talks || Hawke & Fili
Letting out a laugh the blonde replied “Ya know, I make all o’ m’ own weapons. I could probably do it if I wanted. Find some quiet place, set up shop.” It sounded good, maybe some day he would. “If ya had tha time ya could teach there, maybe teach the local guards a thing or two about usin’ a sword. I swear most o’ the people I see don’ even know which end ta point where.”
It was a nice thought, but he wasn’t sure he would be settling down any time soon. The world was wide and had much to offer, and he planned to see the most of it that he could, and keep his back to Erebor for as long as he could manage.
“Time, hm?” Hawke reflected. That was something she was still getting used to having a share of. In Kirkwall, she couldn’t get twenty minutes to herself without a problem erupting somewhere, and since then, she’d been on the run from…well, damn near everyone.
Sorry Bethany, she glanced at the stars and the single moon: a constant reminder of how far she was from home. I know I promised we’d stop running.
“I’ve helped train guards before, actually,” Marian said as her gaze came back down and refocused on Fili. “As long as they aren’t as thickheaded as your average Free-Marcher,” she laughed; memories of Aveline barking hot-faced orders. “It should be a piece of cake.”
Fili seemed to be in easier spirits now. Hawke pushed herself to stand again, using his shoulder for purchase. “Get some sleep,” she ordered, tugging lightly on a golden braid as she passed. “It’s your turn to cook breakfast.”
Blue eyes following Hawke’s form as she moved across the camp to her bedroll, Fili couldn’t keep the fond smile off of his face. She always seemed to know just what to say. “Mahal save us if I’m tha’ one cookin’.” He muttered, shifting around to get a bit more comfortable. His mind temporarily at ease, it wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep. As the sun rose, so did Fili, though slightly less enthusiastically. Eyeing their supplies he set about attempting to make something edible, humming quietly under his breath. The blonde thought on what he’d spoken to Hawke about the night before, the prospect of settling down, having someplace that was his own. It was an attractive idea, but one he couldn’t commit to, at least not right now. “Well its no’ burnin’ yet, so I’ll take tha’ as a sign its edible.”
