scawwy: pc: hawke

[trashprince]

[ protag support group begins ]

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week0 monday;

[trashprince]

[ upon approach, caelus has nothing written upon his skin, almost as if it was waiting for the exact moment he raises an arm in greeting to write stellaron across an open forearm. boooo.

he'll approach hawke anyway, out near the swamp, perhaps both of them wondering if any additional boxes have appeared. ]

Hello again.

[quirkwall]

[ it's fine it can match her bethany mark currently decorating her neck. she seems to be perfectly content in ignoring hers however ]

Morning. Did you sleep well?

[ no weird figures appearing in the window or spoopy noises? ]

[trashprince]

I definitely miss staying at a hotel.

[ this is not the life of luxury he's become accustomed to! but also it's exciting to try new things.

caelus is doing hawke the kindness of not instantly asking (as he has others), but he stares at the bethany mark ]

And now I've been assigned 'barn.'

[quirkwall]

Quite honestly, even that would a luxurious step up from staying at our local tavern. It certainly smells better, that's for one. And I'm certain it's far warmer than a drafty old cabin.

[ anyway I guess it's her turn to be nosy, so she'll gently tap own her arm like ]

Can I ask?

w0, sun

[quirkwall]

[ wheresmt is our boy today? hawke and ser snuffles are on their walkies when he swerves suddenly and trots his way over instead of their usual path.

boof. ]

[trashprince]

[ with his keen nose, ser snuffles can pick up the scent of the galactic baseballer. caelus currently wanders around the cemetery, checking out the gravestones. he has a bucket of something and he looks up when hawke and pup approach ]

Hey. I don't think I've officially met your friend.

[ puppyyyy ]

[quirkwall]

[ hawke is just half distracted glancing around. i don't think she's actually come this way yet ]

This is Ser Snuffles. He's my little bit of home in this cursed place.

[ ser snuffles boofs. henlo friend ]

[trashprince]

And they put him in a box?

[ rude!!! somehow caelus had not heard about animals being delivered via box, same as everything else. he's dumb and ignores some smaller questlines, what do you want me to say?

anyway. crouching down to reach out hand for sniffing ]

Where did you get him before he was in a box?

w2, tues

[quirkwall]

[ you'll find her staring at her hands at some point, clearly bothered by all this nonsense happening already but not quite sure what to do about it. it's not like one can simply go around placing barriers around your memories and be like 'keep out of my thoughts you bloody bastards!'. unfortunately for her, shit just doesn't work that way.

unfortunately for caelus, upon noticing him, he gets a very specific memory



oops ]

[trashprince]

[ it's almost as if a dark, unseen force is pushing caelus to constantly stumble around hawke. here it is, again, him bumbling into a memory of a precious-yet-horrific moment. he has no siblings, but he's seen a child lose a parent, he's able to imagine the misery he'd succumb to if march or dan heng were to fall.

another death sits with him, although he has questions to pursue should he ever return to penacony. ]

I'm sorry, Hawke.

[ really truly he doesn't intend to intrude like this ]

[quirkwall]

[ the fact that there's finally!!! a change in memory probably shouldn't be as relieving as it is, especially when it's bethany's turn instead of mother's. the shrug she gives is probably more nonchalant than expected but listen, there's only so many times you can watch your loved ones repeatedly die before becoming at least a little numb to it all ]

You know, when they say talking about it is supposed to help. I don't think anyone ever quite meant like this.

[trashprince]

Well, we haven't tried the talking part, yet.

[ minus his bumbling a previous time they conversed. ]

It's up to you, but I'd listen to whatever you had to say.

week 3, friday

[trashprince]

[ the dead have been found and any joy that might be gleaned from a mere two corpses being uncovered feels vastly overshadowed by the owners of those bodies. who they were. how one moment ago, they were right there.

caelus stands in front of the bulletin board, taking in the new posters. ]

...

[ caelus' usual energy is low. grinding to a halt. the trailblaze within him down to cinder. ]

[quirkwall]

[ hawke has already been feeling shitty since they found camille yesterday and this really does just feel like kicking them when you're already down.

there's nothing like the quiet horror of knowing someone was there when you passed out last night and waking up to this nightmare that they're just...... gone.

anyway hawke being the superior alpha slings an arm around his neck and reels him in for a side hug. ]

[trashprince]

[ his reaction is to sharply stiffen, quite different from the wriggling of the prior night. but he recovers in a moment, realizing it's hawke and not--who knows. a spooky ghost? more dead people but now zombies? anything is possible!!!! we're in hell!!!! ]

Hey. I'm all right.

[quirkwall]

[ we're in hell!!!!!

but hey maybe hawke needed reassurance, did you think about that?? she's the one who's seen more death than most of them and it doesn't ever get easier ]

You were all supposed to be under my watch last night. [ and she failed!!!! again!!!!! ]

w3, sat

[quirkwall]

[ this is probably much later in the evening because hawke is nothing but full of spite and pure determination. congrats, despite the fact her eyes are hecked and her entire body is still prickling uncomfortably she still crawled her ass out to see you, you fuck.

if looks could bite, she'd fill her chomp quota in seconds ]

So.

[trashprince]

Shouldn't you be resting?

[ seated on the ground, knees to his chest. tails batting the earth around him ]

[quirkwall]

It was either keeping everyone awake pacing across the cabin or coming to bother you.

At least this [ she gestures vaguely to the pyre ] I can see well enough right now.

week 6, wednesday

[trashprince]

[ leaving the party behind, turns out caelus is capable of walking scawwy's grounds even in this ghostly state. ]

How's the barn doing? Do you guys use it anymore?

[quirkwall]

[ talk about quite literally haunting us ]

Quite honestly, I couldn't even begin to tell you. Maker knows we've all mostly drifted off from our starting locations given...

[ Well. You know ]

[trashprince]

Yeah, that's not surprising.

[ crossing his arms loosely over his chest ]

How are you holding up?

[ probably 'not well,' but it's important to ask ]

week 7, saturday

[trashprince]

[ pretend i wasn't 3d and they have talked since hawke's death.

anyway, he is going to find her, wherever she may be. possibly at the graveyard jamba juice? feels right. ]

Hawke?

[quirkwall]

[ 2D's your 3D. but sure, she's gonna try one of these ridiculous drinks for the road! berries are safe enough, yeah?? ]

Caelus! Still got everything attached?

[ terrible how she's asking everyone this question ]

[trashprince]

[ unless you're allergic, but hawke's from a time before allergies, right? that's how it works? nobody tell me.

it's a morbid question but it gets a smile from him anyway ]

All the major parts. What about you?