dramatic timing

"don't worry. helping people and killing people are what i'm best at." marian hawke security guard the family disappointment

[tall-butt]

[hawke-of-sunshine]

“Marian!” Bethany had already expected to be here all on her own - wherever this here was. It could be the Fade, though, but then, Bethany could not imagine her mind would be able to create such a strange place. Even in her wildest dreams.

Though, no matter if this was a dream or a weird magic spell or whatever - her sister’s voice was something the mage would always recognize. Always. In the blink of an eye Bethany turned around, Marian’s hands already catching her own and she quickly let the magical fire die again. “Of course I would not. Though the short hair might suit you for sure. I am sure it would,” she laughed a little. “Oh Marian! Do you have any idea what is going on here with us?”

[wingedchamp]

     hawke draws her little sister close, wrapping her arms around smaller frame and holding tight. she’s solid and part of hawke fears this is the fade. that this is not her sister but rather a demon masquerading as her. that’s swallowed down, though, and hawke ducks her face into the dark hair that’s so alike to hers and has to blink back tears. bethany had died. bethany had died because hawke wasn’t fast enough to protect her, to keep her safe like she was supposed to. like father had told her to.      “this is a different world, bethany. wholly changed from our own. they do not know about mages so we won’t have to run from templars.” a wet laugh follows her words. “there’s no templars to run from. maker, bethany, i - i’m so sorry.”

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

Marya Hornbacher (via lsabelas)

[hawke-of-sunshine]

Bethany had no idea where she was. When the light around her faded again - white, hot light which was eating every silhouette and shadow - the mage blinked, trying to figure out what happened. She had never seen such buildings before. Made of metal from what it seemed, and larger than every tower Bethany had seen yet.

And she was alone. Marian was gone. Just like the rest of her companions. There was something coming closer. Something…. on wheels, reminding her of a carriage. But without any horses. Feeling an urge to defend herself the woman quickly started to cast a spell, ready to throw it.

“Stop! I tell you to stop whomever you are!” She wasn’t up to hurt people or other creatures. But still would do it if she had to.

[wingedchamp]

     that voice. it was a voice that was trapped in hawke’s dreams, stuck within her head on repeat. dying protecting mother. over and over and - hawke holds her hands up in a surrender motion and stares. bethany. bethany is here. bethany is here and alive and hawke feels her heart stuttering in her chest at the sight of her little sister, so young, so alive. oh, maker! tears well in her eyes even as a smile spreads across her face.      “bethany.” it comes out a soft breath as she draws a step closer, unafraid of the mage-fire circling her sister’s hands. bethany is here. her chest swells with some odd mix of sadness and excitement. bethany is here! “you wouldn’t harm your favorite sister, would you? m- mother would surely be very cross with you if you burned my hair off.” voice shakes and cracks even as she jokes, going another step closer to her baby sister. her alive baby sister.

[viiolcnt]

          nova has never really believed in any sort of god, it seemed like one couldn’t possibly exist and still put her through all that hell. “you can continue.” she leans against the doorframe with her arms crossed. “i’m just interested so i’ll probably keep watching.”

[wingedchamp]

     hawke frowns slightly before nodding, turning her face upwards once more before taking a deep breath. “though all before me is shadow, yet shall the maker be my guide. i shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the beyond. for there is no darkness in the maker's light, and nothing that he has wrought shall be lost.” the canticle of trials has always been hawke’s favorite part of the chant of light, the prayers for the despairing always striking too close to her heart. they make her think of andraste at the stake, being burned by the flames of her husband’s betrayal. “i am not alone. even as i stumble on the path with my eyes closed, yet i see the light is here.”

[waynemanoriism-blog]

Bruce, got done with what he had to do phone calls and everything else. He got up from the chair as he went out of the office, he heard what the woman was saying, someone is coming into his building? Bruce is not gonna let that happen, not on his watch anyways. He walked down the hallway till he came across a woman who look to be badly wounded. He ran up to her and stopped as he looked at her.

“They don’t scare me nor does their weapons, if they come in here and looking for a fight I’ll give it to them.” he said truthfully as he checked the woman out, her nose is bleeding so there is signs of other injuries other than her arm he then look at her. “You need to get checked on, this place is really secured. If they decide to come in here they are in for a big surprise.”

He looked around making sure that no one else is in the building with her. He then looked at her. “Come on, let’s go before they do decide to come in.”

[wingedchamp]

     hawke’s had worse. hawke’s had a great-sword stuck through her stomach and has been on the run from the law and has held her dead mother in her arms. a deep-ish wound on her arm and a nose that’s streaming blood and a limp isn’t all that bad. even if she’s going to have two black eyes in the morning. “never said they scared me.” she doesn’t like the implication that she’s scared of some men. hawke has been scared before, yes, but it wasn’t by things like this. it was by people turning into statues of red lyrium and the never-ending scent of death of the deeproads. this? this she can handle.      she shakes her head when he says they have to leave. “no can do.” she says with a grin that has blood in the teeth. that’s what hawke does - she spits blood at her enemies and pretends she isn’t hurting. “they hurt and sell people. either they are walking out of this building or i am.” it must be clear in her voice that she’s being serious. hawke won’t be leaving as long as those men are alive.      a practiced movement has her tugging her staff - a thing made of wood and dark-colored stone - off of her back holster and swinging it a few times. her blood draw itself from the wounds and forms something of a shield around her as she steps away from the man. “again, it’s probably in your best interested to take the back way out.”

[viiolcnt]

          her eyes look the girl over a few times, rarely did she think something sounded sweet or soft but this does. a bit taken aback by the girl’s words, she steps away. “apparently not.”

[wingedchamp]

     it has always been hard for hawke, prayer to a god who supposedly condemns those like her. those born with magic, those tethered to another dimension by their dreams. but she does believe in the maker and his bride and to have the soft and easily broken thing that is her prayer interrupted stings. it’s as if something is taunting her ( this is not your, it says, you are not fit for the maker ) and hawke frowns but does not get up from her knees. “ - - - am i allowed to continue my prayer?” she asks with little venom.

[sweetdreamsrmadeofquick-blog]

“magic?” he raised a brow and cocked his head curiously. “so are you like a wizard or something? are you like Gandalf? Oh I am so calling you Gandie”

[wingedchamp]

     “i haven’t a clue what a gandalf is.” that’s true. it’s probably some sort of pop culture reference that hawke hasn’t spent enough time looking into. “i prefer champion. or just hawke. but yes, magic. i’m a mage. my father, si - and myself were born with the ability to tap into the fade and bend things in the physical world to our will.” she skips over saying sister. it’s still to painful to talk about bethany.

[fireruned-deactivated20160605]

                         max’ had no idea what was going on. he remembered darkness, he remembered.. nothing.  eyes were filled with confusion and fear as he realized he was nowhere near the any of the places he        S H O U L D be─ nowhere safe.  quickly his body reacted to the sudden fear as he pointed a sharp-ended stick he just picked up from the ground, at the nearest person who came too close.                     ‘ back off !!── i know how to use this right and i’m NOT AFRAID to do so !! ‘   he said with a rather tremulous voice; lacking of the usual confidence one would use with the choice of words.

[wingedchamp]

     there are few things hawke takes seriously in life, or at least that she reacts to with anything other than a blase attitude. frightened children who resemble her younger siblings is one of those things. this boy looks like carver had when he was young, dark hair and pale eyes and wielding a stick. so she looks at the boy and tries to looks soothing.      “i’m sure. but how about we forgo stabbing me through the stomach with that and instead do introductions? i’m not going to hurt you.”

[sweetdreamsrmadeofquick-blog]

he watches as she flicked the paddle at the ball, suddenly encasing it in ice and sending it down the the table. “Huh” he mused, staring at the ice ball, now on fire and melting around the actual ping pong ball beneath. “That’s pretty awesome. Still my point, though.”

[wingedchamp]

     as soon as the ping-pong ball is free of ice it stops burning and hawke reaches over to pick it up. “i suppose it is your point.” she concedes with a shrug and a smile. awesome. in thedas she would have more likely been called an abomination, thought of as a threat to be cuffed and chained and locked away in the circle tower. “magic is seen as less awesome in my home.”

[incorrectdragonage]

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Hawke: One time, Isabela’s… uh, friend? Came over here. Hawke: All he did was lie seductively on the piano… And fed himself grapes. Hawke: I don’t really like that guy. Hawke: But I admire his lifestyle.

[sweetdreamsrmadeofquick-blog]

“what for?” he asked as he moved to return the ball again

[wingedchamp]

     explaining the whole mage thing is somewhat difficult. explaining the intricacies of the chantry and why they hate unleashed mages is even more-so. so instead of using words hawke uses the paddle as a make-shift staff and focuses on the ball as he hits it back towards her, flicking the paddle it’s way and encasing the ball in ice that makes it thump heavily to the table. she then sends a quick lick of fire to it, melting the ice off as if it had never even been there. “for that.”

[witchyfreya]

It had been so quiet around her lately that she was certain something was going to happen. When things get quiet it was always a sign that something terrible was going to take place. As if she wanted it to happen. All Freya wanted was to find a way back to New Orleans, a way from this place that confused her more and more each day. Freya had noticed the girl mumbling to herself. She was not certain as to what she was saying until she approached her.  “You could but I’m not exactly sure if that’s the best idea.”

[wingedchamp]

     head turns to look at the source of the voice, bright eyes narrowing from their somewhat shaky gaze. her faith in the maker is shaky, is some small and tenuous thing that could be broken by one more thing weighing upon her shoulders. but she is lost in this place, and frightened, and she feels so very alone. no one she knows or cares about is here. everything is so unfamiliar it’s dizzying. “you will not leave a woman in prayer?” voice comes a harsh whisper, as if she’s afraid raising her voice will make her forget where she was in the chant.

[sweetdreamsrmadeofquick-blog]

“do you normally need to run from angry mobs at an above normale speed?” he asked moving his paddle to aim it towards the corner of the table, close to the edge.

[wingedchamp]

     she misses, this time, swinging a fraction too late as she thinks. while she moves to go pick up the ball she tries to count the amount of times she’s had to run away from an angry mob but gives up when the number grows too high. “somewhat regularly, yes.” hawke serves, hitting the ball towards him.

[tactical-nuclear-inquisition]

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[wingedchamp]

tactical-nuclear-inquisition:

Once we raised Up our chalice In victory.

Once we sat In the light of our dreams. Once we were In our homeland With strength and might. Once we were Not afraid of the night.

[wingedchamp]

“So how’d you do it?”

     “you probably don’t want to know.” hawke states before shrugging and leaning forward. “it involved three paid distractions, a cleverly placed tripwire, and...five pints of mead. all very complicated.”

[sweetdreamsrmadeofquick-blog]

he hit the ball back towards her. it was weird playing at this speed. “it’s just something i can do. i can’t really teach it to you, it’s something you’re born with” 

[wingedchamp]

     “huh.” hawke knows plenty about being born with something. she hits the ball and shrugs. “that’s unfortunate, i was hoping i would be able to run from angry mobs at an above average speed.”