serynhawke replied to your post: “No.”
"Might I ask what you’re saying no to now?"
"Either the abomination stays behind, or I do."
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@thechainsarebroken
serynhawke replied to your post: “No.”
"Might I ask what you’re saying no to now?"
"Either the abomination stays behind, or I do."
"No."
Broken Chains || thechainsarebroken
Hawke side-eyed the elf, flicking a cork out of a bottle of ale at him, intent on popping him right between the eyes,
"You know yer face’ll get stuck like that if y’don’t smile more," the Champion slurred, leaning her elbow onto the table and her chin into the same hand. The now corkless bottle of ale rested off to the side, her other hand still firmly wrapped around the neck of it,
Fenris made a disgruntled sound beneath his breath, leaning to the side just enough that Hawke's projectile went astray and bounced off of the wall behind him.
"You would do better to pace yourself, Hawke," he commented, dryly, nonetheless uncorking another bottle of wine for himself. He could feel the familiar haze dulling the sharp edge of his senses, but he doubted he was anywhere near as drunk as the Champion sitting across from him.
"And that is a myth mothers tell their children to dissuade them from making sour faces," he added, tipping the bottle to his lips and taking a heavy swig of the dark wine.
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"I do not."
"Are you Tal-Vashoth? You are alone."
❝ I am Vashoth. …and I’ve been alone for some time. One grows accustomed to it, yes? ❞
"...One does, yes."
"What brings you here, if I may ask?"
[crawls into inbox both ic/ooc]
"…Hawke?"
"Why are you crawling on the floor?"
thechainsarebroken:
"As would I," Fenris commented in return, voice filled with dry amusement. He held no reaction towards Lucian’s manhandling of his "decor," sparing not even a flinch at the sound of the man’s staff smacking into the sprawling bodies and rolling them out of the main pathway.
He led the mage into the larger open area of the main sitting room, pausing at the foot of the stairs to the upper level just long enough to give Hawke a tilted glance.
"That depends entirely upon the visitor’s attitude," he replied, tone challenging. A slight smirk turned the corner of his mouth, before he turned away and continued ascending the stairs.
[ Lucian returned the glance with a lifted eyebrow, giving him a deadpan look. ‘The visitor’, indeed. ]
If said ‘visitor’ were to venture to this place, I imagine he — or she — would have to be in the best of attitudes, wouldn’t he? To deal with you and your… decor.
[ He gave another exasperated look at the shattered statues, but lifted a teasing grin in Fenris’ expression as he followed. Rather, he tended to accompany the elf when he was in even his most sour moods. Fenris’ silent, simple company was a balm on the irritation of the annoying complexities that Kirkwall held in abundance. ]
"One might say that," Fenris replied, tone a mocking parody of lightness. "One might also complain that my quarters smell of wine and decay, but I do not find myself compelled to reaction."
He pushed open the heavy door leading into his personal living area, the old wood giving off a resounding creak. He stepped aside just enough to hold it for the other man, head tilting in a manner that suggested he enter.
"Shall I pour you a drink as well, or will you merely observe... as you seem to prefer?"
"Hawke. I was hoping... might I make a request of you?"
"What do you need?"
"……………"
"I will take that as a no."
Seryn sighed and massaged her forehead.
"Do I need to explain everything wrong with that idea?"
"I would prefer you did not."
"I am Fenris, if you must."
❝ One must, lest you prefer bas. —do you? ❞
"I do not."
"Are you Tal-Vashoth? You are alone."
"Hawke. I was hoping... might I make a request of you?"
"What do you need?"
"…"
"…The mage needs a rude awakening. I had hoped a stack of corpses on his doorstep might do the trick."
"……………"
"I will take that as a no."
"Hawke. I was hoping... might I make a request of you?"
"What do you need?"
"There is a need. However, I do not feel particularly compelled to share it."
"If you expect even a hope of using my home to drag corpses to your twisted destination, you will give me an explanation.”
"..."
"...The mage needs a rude awakening. I had hoped a stack of corpses on his doorstep might do the trick."
#/side-eyes fenris and seryn #psst she's weak for elves just keep giving her puppy eyes and she's all yours buddy
"Hawke. I was hoping... might I make a request of you?"
"What do you need?"
"Then you see why I need to use your cellar."
"Throw them in the bloody harbor! There’s no need to take them to Darktown!"
"There is a need. However, I do not feel particularly compelled to share it."
"I am neither to you."
"I have no desire to fight you, if that is what you are asking."
❝ Good—I cannot say I am in the mood for fighting. One’s name is Assara. Yours? ❞
"I am Fenris, if you must."
"Hawke. I was hoping... might I make a request of you?"
"What do you need?"
"You’ve denied my request. I don’t see why it matters why I need to transport these bodies to Darktown. I’ll find another way. Perhaps I’ll drag them through the Hightown market and down the stairs.”
Seryn’s jaw dropped and she gave a short laugh.
"Yes, because that won’t attract attention!"
"Then you see why I need to use your cellar."