[Hawke arrives home a little after 7 to find he's beaten Ava by a little bit. He hops in the shower and by the time she arrives home, he's clean, freshly trimmed-up, and only slightly damp, sitting on the couch in flannel pants and a loose T-shirt.
Wuffles rushes to the door to greet her, and he stands up to offer to help with the food.]
Easy there, Wuffles, don't knock her over. There's noodles for you too.
[ Ava barely gets in the door and the dog is almost bumrushing her, but she's grinning and holding the bags up over her head so he can't reach. ]
No, no, baby. Not for you yet. Let me get in the door. Good boy.
[ Wuffles is doing that thing where he spins circles around someone's legs, so she definitely needs some help from Hawke in order to dislodge herself safely without resorting to vampiric leaping. She smiles, heading to the bedroom to get into better clothes. ]
[He takes the bags. Being taller, they are safely out of Wuffles' reach, and the vexed dog can only continue spinning aimlessly as Hawke takes the food into the kitchen and sets it on the counter.
He calls into the other room to talk to her as she changes while he fetches plates and forks.]
Fine. A little slow today, right up until the end. You know how it goes.
You mean everyone rushing at the last minute? That sounds like par for the course.
[ She's in the bathroom, scrubbing her hands and arms to make sure there's no leftover blood from her experimentation. No killing but... You know. Just Tremere Things(TM). But then she's tugging on some sweatpants and a tank top, and then a hoodie, and she comes to join him. ]
It was fine. I was just working on side projects. Magic.
[ She knows Hawke isn't in love with the idea of blood magic but she's not using anyone when she's trying things out. It's just the blood from corpses she's worked with in the morgue. ]
Not getting anywhere with it so...I figured I'd come home and try to shift gears, you know?
Yes. Sometimes you just need a break if you want to get a breakthrough.
[He'd just as soon not hear about Ava's morgue work or experimentation with blood magic anyway. Knows it's completely different than the sort he's wary of from home, knows she isn't out to control anyone or do anything horrific with it.
But mostly... yuck.
While Ava changes and washes up, he opens up the containers and serves up the food, including a big dish of noodles for Wuffles set on the floor. They head over to the couch to eat, carrying on with pleasant and casual conversation throughout. Hawke certainly seems a bit chattier tonight than he has been, smiling more, acting his usual self.
Once they're finished eating Hawke takes the dishes to the kitchen, rinses them off, puts the food away and tidies. Ava will be encouraged to perform some after-dinner tummyrubs for the dog.
With dinner cleaned up, Hawke returns to the couch, sitting down beside Ava, smiling at her, reaching out to settle his hand on her knee for a friendly squeeze. He doesn't seem to have much to say, though, apparently content just to sit with her.]
[ Dinner is nice. Hawke is...more animated, more engaged than she's seen in weeks. She's not sure why the mood has shifted but she doesn't question or complain about it, not when she's glad he's just here with her. Wuffles seems to have noticed in that way he notices everything, and Ava's caught the dog just looking back and forth between her and Hawke with a pleased, stupid grin on his face like big bullies do.
When it's all done, Hawke cleans up, and she does the same, wiping down the coffee table. Wuffles takes up residence on her legs and she rubs him gently until Hawke joins them. When he reaches for her knee, she leans against him, her head almost on his shoulder. ]
It's good to see you smile.
[ It's said very gently, congenially, because Hawke always tries to put on a good mood for her. This feels very genuine. ]
[ ...Ah, so he's come around to something. That sobers things just a little bit, but not terribly. It just means Ava needs to gear up a little for a necessary conversation, which she can feel building. Has he decided he wants to talk to Jon, or...?
It doesn't matter. She reaches over, takes his hand. ]
[Hawke squeezes her hand affectionately for a moment, then slowly brings it up to his chest. He guides her fingers beneath the neck of his shirt, to a scar on his upper left shoulder. A little puckered thing, round but jagged on the edges.]
Have you ever noticed this before? About two years ago, I was traveling across Nevarra and I came across a band of mercs. Bounty hunters. They chased me down and I barely got away, and took an arrow through the shoulder for my trouble. Sticking all the way through. It was awful.
[This sure seems like he's changed the subject...]
I got away, staggered to a cave, and did my best to mend it. Pulled out the arrow, tore up my shirt for a bandage. But it was too rough to heal with magic, and I was low on supplies. It got infected and I laid in that cave for a week, fighting off a fever, delirious from the pain.
[ At first, Ava looks a little confused by the shift in conversation, though her fingers slide over the jagged scar over his shoulder. It looked, to her, like a bullet wound removed poorly. Hearing it was an arrow doesn't surprise her. ]
I've seen it.
[ She's seen every inch of Hawke at one point or another. Ava knows where many of his scars are but not their stories. Her frown is deep as she looks at him. ]
Christ. That's... I can't imagine that. Was Wuffles with you?
Not in the fight, thankfully, no. He was waiting at our camp. When I didn't come back he came to find me, and the poor boy spent a day carrying things to me there in my little cave.
[He glances fondly down at Wuffles and nudges him affectionately with his foot.]
I was in rough shape. There were a few times I was certain I was going to die. At one point I woke up feverish and delirious and downed all the rest of my water before I passed out again. The next morning, I had to send Wuffles to get more. But I also turned a corner and started getting better. Two weeks later I was nearly good as new.
[He chuckles like that was an amusing anecdote rather than "that time I nearly died delirious with a gangrenous shoulder wound alone in a cave."]
I could have died any one of those nights. If my fever got too bad, or if my body couldn't heal well enough. If I didn't drink all that water, I might have never woken up again. And if the arrow hit me an inch to the right, I'd have died instantly.
Really... I've come close to dying a lot, for one man. And any one of those could have been the one, if only one little thing was different.
[ In a way...it reminds her of her own experiences. A lot of 'what ifs' going into a single person's safety and well being. If Ava hadn't been so strong or so fast, if she didn't have the durability of a vampire, if she didn't have her blood magic. But she's died before already and Hawke hasn't.
If he died, that'd be it. No one's going to turn him; no one's going to bring him back.
It's weird that he's able to laugh about it. ]
Sounds like you have a lot of luck. Or skill. Or someone's watching over you. [ She pauses. ] I know that's not helpful to hear, though.
More than it ought to. [He manages a bit of a crooked smile, with a hint of resignation to it.] Maybe you've noticed I'm not very good at minding my own business.
I'm also not very good at philosophy. Big questions. Things like, whether the future is set in stone, or if the Maker is guiding us all down some designated path, or if there's any way to change fate.
I don't know what I believe, honestly. But I don't believe that... that my death is so preordained that I couldn't have died before then. That I wasn't just plain lucky, rolling around on that cave floor. That nothing I do and no choices I make will affect my life.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is just some happy horseshit I'm telling myself so I can sleep at night. But I don't think people are meant to know how it works... you know?
Yeah, I've kind of noticed. The part about you not minding your own business.
[ Which will absolutely get him killed one day. Of that, Ava's completely certain. But the rest? He's selling himself a little short. Hawke might not be a philosopher but that doesn't mean he's foolish or stupid; it just means he's a forward thinker, living in the present.
She gives him a nod, squeezing his hand. ]
I wouldn't have... I mean. I don't think-- [ Ava sighs. ] If my death had been completely preventable? Yeah, I would've wanted to try to avoid it. But...something else would've gotten me.
[ And Trent had been persistent. He had picked her; it was going to happen. Running wouldn't have saved her. Avoiding wouldn't have kept her safe. ]
I don't think it's bullshit. Knowing the truth fucks you up.
[It's definitely going to get him killed someday. Of that he has no doubt.]
Yes. I... tried to tell myself that I could stop it if I just-- stop trying. Mind my own business. Never aim to help anyone, ever. But we both know I won't be able to. And even if I could, and if I did, then I wouldn't be someone that I like. I wouldn't be myself.
[He wouldn't even have met Ava if he didn't want to help. Try to help, always, even when people told him not to, and even when it put him out greatly. Perhaps there is a Hawke somewhere out there who cares only for himself, who does things to benefit only himself, and his life's probably a lot happier and calmer for it. But he doesn't like that Hawke at all.]
I don't think the truth is so set in stone, either. So maybe I died in a year or two, the way Cullen knows I did. Maybe I don't. Maybe I get hit by another bus tomorrow and that's it. There's no way of knowing. And if there was, I wouldn't want to.
[Wait... another bus?]
I... I don't want to worry anymore. I could die at any time. Everyone could. I have time now, and I don't want to waste it being afraid. Being miserable.
[ Maybe it's a mean thing to say but Ava knows Hawke well enough by now that she knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was never going to stop being nosy. Was never going to stop throwing himself in danger for other people. That's just who he is.
She leans into him, into his warmth, and wishes she had a beating heart and a warm body to offer him comfort rather than what she has. ]
We don't know what'll happen. But...I agree with you. I want to help you use whatever time you have, no matter how long it is. You should be happy.
It... was when I first got here, I promise. [He laughs under his breath just remembering how clueless he'd been back then. The modern city infrastructure did not come easily to a man from Thedas.
He slid an arm behind Ava, over her shoulder, cradling her close and tilting his head to rest against her. His other hand reached for hers, lacing his fingers, and he nodded.]
Thank you. I can't tell you how much it means to have you beside me.
[There's a few seconds of silence, and he exhales shakily.]
Well. Yes, actually, I can. And I want to. I've been thinking, Ava, and I don't...
[Hmmm. Well. That's not true, is it?]
I do know why I haven't told you. And I think it's the same for you. We're both afraid of hurting each other. But not saying it doesn't mean it's not there.
[He rests his forehead against her and closes his eyes.]
You're very important to me. I care about you. I-- love you. And I want you to hear me say it.
Hawke curls an arm around her and she tucks in close to him, sliding an arm around him in return to hug him. Her hand eventually finds his, holding it, and she rests against him for a time while he speaks. But she starts to hear...something creeping into his voice, and she looks up at him when he says, I do know why I haven't told you.
Alarm bells are going off. Hawke sets his forehead to her own and Ava looks up into his face, eyes a little wide with uncertainty.
There's a small, sharp intake of breath. She frowns. ]
You... You shouldn't.
[ Love her. But she said the same. So does he mean he...just loves her or-- ]
Hawke. I don't want anything to happen to you.
[ Ava, how do those two thoughts go together...? ]
[She's been saying that since the moment they met. He shouldn't get close. He shouldn't be near her. He shouldn't stay with her. He shouldn't be friendly with her. But all those ships sailed ages ago.]
I know you're dangerous. I know your life is complicated. And I know you don't want people close to you to be hurt. [He tilts his head so he can look her in the eyes, a soft and vulnerable smile on his face.] It's the same reasons I'm afraid for you. I'm all those things too. And if I was smart, I wouldn't take the risk, but...
["I'm not smart" isn't quite the sentiment here, but the silence should say everything.]
But that's how I feel. I care about you, so much. Pretending I don't won't change it.
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Date: 2019-11-04 10:43 pm (UTC)I'm doing well
I can pick up some supper if you like
I want to spend time with you tonight
If you're not busy
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Date: 2019-11-04 10:45 pm (UTC)That's cool. I like that.
I wish I could shoot stars out of my fingers.
[ ...He wants to spend time with her? Just, announce it like that? ]
Sure, of course.
I'd like that.
Do you wanna call something in and I'll pick it up?
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Date: 2019-11-04 10:50 pm (UTC)Maybe you can? Have you tried? We can study and find out
[Okay, okay, he's typing a lot of nonsense...]
What do you want to eat? I could go for anything ( ˘▽˘)っ♨
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Date: 2019-11-04 11:35 pm (UTC)I'm good with anything.
Do you want Chinese food?
I mean, I can always come home and see and we can order delivery.
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Date: 2019-11-04 11:54 pm (UTC)Did that work???
Chinese sounds great!!! Can you get me the spicy thing again?
and beef noodles for Wuffles, he hasn't had any in a while
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Date: 2019-11-05 12:17 am (UTC)I'll grab our usual.
I'll be home in an hour?
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Date: 2019-11-05 12:23 am (UTC)⊂(￣▽￣)⊃
[Hawke arrives home a little after 7 to find he's beaten Ava by a little bit. He hops in the shower and by the time she arrives home, he's clean, freshly trimmed-up, and only slightly damp, sitting on the couch in flannel pants and a loose T-shirt.
Wuffles rushes to the door to greet her, and he stands up to offer to help with the food.]
Easy there, Wuffles, don't knock her over. There's noodles for you too.
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Date: 2019-11-05 01:41 am (UTC)No, no, baby. Not for you yet. Let me get in the door. Good boy.
[ Wuffles is doing that thing where he spins circles around someone's legs, so she definitely needs some help from Hawke in order to dislodge herself safely without resorting to vampiric leaping. She smiles, heading to the bedroom to get into better clothes. ]
How was work?
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Date: 2019-11-05 01:47 am (UTC)He calls into the other room to talk to her as she changes while he fetches plates and forks.]
Fine. A little slow today, right up until the end. You know how it goes.
What about you?
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Date: 2019-11-06 04:32 pm (UTC)[ She's in the bathroom, scrubbing her hands and arms to make sure there's no leftover blood from her experimentation. No killing but... You know. Just Tremere Things(TM). But then she's tugging on some sweatpants and a tank top, and then a hoodie, and she comes to join him. ]
It was fine. I was just working on side projects. Magic.
[ She knows Hawke isn't in love with the idea of blood magic but she's not using anyone when she's trying things out. It's just the blood from corpses she's worked with in the morgue. ]
Not getting anywhere with it so...I figured I'd come home and try to shift gears, you know?
[ She reaches down to fuss with Wuffles a bit. ]
Yes, there's plenty for you, big boy.
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Date: 2019-11-06 04:54 pm (UTC)[He'd just as soon not hear about Ava's morgue work or experimentation with blood magic anyway. Knows it's completely different than the sort he's wary of from home, knows she isn't out to control anyone or do anything horrific with it.
But mostly... yuck.
While Ava changes and washes up, he opens up the containers and serves up the food, including a big dish of noodles for Wuffles set on the floor. They head over to the couch to eat, carrying on with pleasant and casual conversation throughout. Hawke certainly seems a bit chattier tonight than he has been, smiling more, acting his usual self.
Once they're finished eating Hawke takes the dishes to the kitchen, rinses them off, puts the food away and tidies. Ava will be encouraged to perform some after-dinner tummyrubs for the dog.
With dinner cleaned up, Hawke returns to the couch, sitting down beside Ava, smiling at her, reaching out to settle his hand on her knee for a friendly squeeze. He doesn't seem to have much to say, though, apparently content just to sit with her.]
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Date: 2019-11-07 02:05 am (UTC)When it's all done, Hawke cleans up, and she does the same, wiping down the coffee table. Wuffles takes up residence on her legs and she rubs him gently until Hawke joins them. When he reaches for her knee, she leans against him, her head almost on his shoulder. ]
It's good to see you smile.
[ It's said very gently, congenially, because Hawke always tries to put on a good mood for her. This feels very genuine. ]
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Date: 2019-11-07 02:23 am (UTC)Thanks. It's good to feel like smiling.
[He rubs his hand back and forth along her knee, leaning his head against hers.]
I've been thinking. Too much thinking, honestly, enough to give me a monster headache, but... I've realized some things.
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Date: 2019-11-07 02:43 am (UTC)It doesn't matter. She reaches over, takes his hand. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
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Date: 2019-11-07 02:55 am (UTC)Have you ever noticed this before? About two years ago, I was traveling across Nevarra and I came across a band of mercs. Bounty hunters. They chased me down and I barely got away, and took an arrow through the shoulder for my trouble. Sticking all the way through. It was awful.
[This sure seems like he's changed the subject...]
I got away, staggered to a cave, and did my best to mend it. Pulled out the arrow, tore up my shirt for a bandage. But it was too rough to heal with magic, and I was low on supplies. It got infected and I laid in that cave for a week, fighting off a fever, delirious from the pain.
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Date: 2019-11-07 03:26 am (UTC)I've seen it.
[ She's seen every inch of Hawke at one point or another. Ava knows where many of his scars are but not their stories. Her frown is deep as she looks at him. ]
Christ. That's... I can't imagine that. Was Wuffles with you?
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Date: 2019-11-07 03:50 am (UTC)[He glances fondly down at Wuffles and nudges him affectionately with his foot.]
I was in rough shape. There were a few times I was certain I was going to die. At one point I woke up feverish and delirious and downed all the rest of my water before I passed out again. The next morning, I had to send Wuffles to get more. But I also turned a corner and started getting better. Two weeks later I was nearly good as new.
[He chuckles like that was an amusing anecdote rather than "that time I nearly died delirious with a gangrenous shoulder wound alone in a cave."]
I could have died any one of those nights. If my fever got too bad, or if my body couldn't heal well enough. If I didn't drink all that water, I might have never woken up again. And if the arrow hit me an inch to the right, I'd have died instantly.
Really... I've come close to dying a lot, for one man. And any one of those could have been the one, if only one little thing was different.
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Date: 2019-11-07 05:16 am (UTC)If he died, that'd be it. No one's going to turn him; no one's going to bring him back.
It's weird that he's able to laugh about it. ]
Sounds like you have a lot of luck. Or skill. Or someone's watching over you. [ She pauses. ] I know that's not helpful to hear, though.
[ But... ]
Does this happen often for you?
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Date: 2019-11-07 05:42 am (UTC)I'm also not very good at philosophy. Big questions. Things like, whether the future is set in stone, or if the Maker is guiding us all down some designated path, or if there's any way to change fate.
I don't know what I believe, honestly. But I don't believe that... that my death is so preordained that I couldn't have died before then. That I wasn't just plain lucky, rolling around on that cave floor. That nothing I do and no choices I make will affect my life.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is just some happy horseshit I'm telling myself so I can sleep at night. But I don't think people are meant to know how it works... you know?
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Date: 2019-11-09 04:37 pm (UTC)[ Which will absolutely get him killed one day. Of that, Ava's completely certain. But the rest? He's selling himself a little short. Hawke might not be a philosopher but that doesn't mean he's foolish or stupid; it just means he's a forward thinker, living in the present.
She gives him a nod, squeezing his hand. ]
I wouldn't have... I mean. I don't think-- [ Ava sighs. ] If my death had been completely preventable? Yeah, I would've wanted to try to avoid it. But...something else would've gotten me.
[ And Trent had been persistent. He had picked her; it was going to happen. Running wouldn't have saved her. Avoiding wouldn't have kept her safe. ]
I don't think it's bullshit. Knowing the truth fucks you up.
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Date: 2019-11-09 05:05 pm (UTC)Yes. I... tried to tell myself that I could stop it if I just-- stop trying. Mind my own business. Never aim to help anyone, ever. But we both know I won't be able to. And even if I could, and if I did, then I wouldn't be someone that I like. I wouldn't be myself.
[He wouldn't even have met Ava if he didn't want to help. Try to help, always, even when people told him not to, and even when it put him out greatly. Perhaps there is a Hawke somewhere out there who cares only for himself, who does things to benefit only himself, and his life's probably a lot happier and calmer for it. But he doesn't like that Hawke at all.]
I don't think the truth is so set in stone, either. So maybe I died in a year or two, the way Cullen knows I did. Maybe I don't. Maybe I get hit by another bus tomorrow and that's it. There's no way of knowing. And if there was, I wouldn't want to.
[Wait... another bus?]
I... I don't want to worry anymore. I could die at any time. Everyone could. I have time now, and I don't want to waste it being afraid. Being miserable.
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Date: 2019-11-09 06:35 pm (UTC)[ Maybe it's a mean thing to say but Ava knows Hawke well enough by now that she knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was never going to stop being nosy. Was never going to stop throwing himself in danger for other people. That's just who he is.
She leans into him, into his warmth, and wishes she had a beating heart and a warm body to offer him comfort rather than what she has. ]
We don't know what'll happen. But...I agree with you. I want to help you use whatever time you have, no matter how long it is. You should be happy.
[ ...Wait. ]
.......Another bus?
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Date: 2019-11-09 06:55 pm (UTC)He slid an arm behind Ava, over her shoulder, cradling her close and tilting his head to rest against her. His other hand reached for hers, lacing his fingers, and he nodded.]
Thank you. I can't tell you how much it means to have you beside me.
[There's a few seconds of silence, and he exhales shakily.]
Well. Yes, actually, I can. And I want to. I've been thinking, Ava, and I don't...
[Hmmm. Well. That's not true, is it?]
I do know why I haven't told you. And I think it's the same for you. We're both afraid of hurting each other. But not saying it doesn't mean it's not there.
[He rests his forehead against her and closes his eyes.]
You're very important to me. I care about you. I-- love you. And I want you to hear me say it.
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Date: 2019-11-10 12:48 am (UTC)Hawke curls an arm around her and she tucks in close to him, sliding an arm around him in return to hug him. Her hand eventually finds his, holding it, and she rests against him for a time while he speaks. But she starts to hear...something creeping into his voice, and she looks up at him when he says, I do know why I haven't told you.
Alarm bells are going off. Hawke sets his forehead to her own and Ava looks up into his face, eyes a little wide with uncertainty.
There's a small, sharp intake of breath. She frowns. ]
You... You shouldn't.
[ Love her. But she said the same. So does he mean he...just loves her or-- ]
Hawke. I don't want anything to happen to you.
[ Ava, how do those two thoughts go together...? ]
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Date: 2019-11-10 02:25 am (UTC)[She's been saying that since the moment they met. He shouldn't get close. He shouldn't be near her. He shouldn't stay with her. He shouldn't be friendly with her. But all those ships sailed ages ago.]
I know you're dangerous. I know your life is complicated. And I know you don't want people close to you to be hurt. [He tilts his head so he can look her in the eyes, a soft and vulnerable smile on his face.] It's the same reasons I'm afraid for you. I'm all those things too. And if I was smart, I wouldn't take the risk, but...
["I'm not smart" isn't quite the sentiment here, but the silence should say everything.]
But that's how I feel. I care about you, so much. Pretending I don't won't change it.
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