@seeblood
was this anger not righteous ? perhaps even deserved ? wasn't it right to take on the rage of the maker as a cloak with a weight much too heavy for any soul to bear ? suppose that, in the end, nothing was right . . . not a single soul was alright .
gentle sigh flitters out of lips left parted, eyebrows furrowing slightly as if the cracks of his facade were finally starting to show. was it your ignorance that ensured this fate of yours ? to have all body & soul shredded to nothing, replaced by this anger that never wavers, never dissipates ? will you look fifty when you are only in your early thirties due to all of these wrinkles ? that is for grandfather time to tell, wasn't it ?
❛ hawke , ❜ pause, tongue feeling heavy inside of a cottonball mouth, hand raising till fingers brush along the length of your own jaw. ❛ may i propose a question for you ? only you, that is. ❜ long legs brings body forward, brings you closer to the mage's person, heavy presence felt like a spirit at his back. ❛ how long have i been steady at your side, hawke ? how long have my arrows struck the hearts of your enemies-- our enemies ? no matter how many decisions you have made that i disagreed with, i stayed by your side for i have believed in you. ❜
for a moment, hands unclench to raise upwards, the want to touch or to hold onto something was stronger than anything you have felt before . . . but you wouldn't have been held at high regards in the chantry if you had no restraint. ❛ tell me, hawke . . . why has this happened ? why did i have to stand at the ashes of the chantry, watch you let the one responsible run off ? . . . why ? ❜