CASEY CLEANS OUT HER INBOX // NOT ACCEPTING
sandalwood: she catches it on the breeze as he stands beside her atop the parapets, light enough to nearly miss. she likes when they stand like this, the crisp air rolling off the mountains surrounding them. hawke makes her feel more human, somehow, not so entirely alone, and she wonders what they would both be like without all of this.
pine: he tells her what he can remember about ferelden as they travel, about the remnants of his childhood. it’s difficult to imagine hawke as a child. she can barely consider him to be anything but the muscled warrior before her, anything but some sort of very bearded hero. he makes her laugh and they trade tales about how they drove their parents wild but there’s sadness in his voice too, it creeps in before he can catch it. sidri suspects neither of them know where they’ll end up eventually, how exactly to carve a home out of the chaos around them, but she hopes he finds the closest thing.
wine: his faces lights up whenever he talks about fenris. maybe that’s home for him, not a place but a person. sidri wants to ask more but is never certain how to but fenris makes hawke happy and that’s enough. they deserve happiness.
ash: she swears she’d strike him herself if her eyes weren’t so full of tears. the thickness of the fade still clings to him but he’s alive, even if only barely. stupid man, brave man. her anger can come later, but for now, there’s nothing but sheer relief. she could laugh from it all if she could stop crying.
