[ Well, Kirk wasn't really sure what to make of that, but he supposed
he did owe Marian consideration under the circumstances. He put his comm
away and pulled on his jacket and boots before heading over the Malum,
looking for Marian. ]
[ She certainly doesn't make herself hard to find, waiting in the most open part of the bar for Kirk to arrive. The wait is... grueling. Her insides feel as though they are twisting and before torn apart at the same time.
And it only gets worse when she spots him. All the muscles in her body tense, fingers tingle with that familiar feel of magic, and she still manages to smile. Friendly and forced. ]
[ He wished she wouldn't - smile that is. He can't imagine she wants
to smile at him, and he doesn't want her to force anything that's not true.
He certainly doesn't deserve having his feelings spared if that's what
she's about. He nods to her and comes over, sitting down across from her.
]
Seems a bit rude to refuse a lady's invitation. Besides, all things
considered, you're owed it.
[ Her expression is the same one she'd use back in Kirkwall when dealing with Meredith, that friendly smile and tone that anyone who knew her simply knew she was mocking. That said she honestly didn't give a rats ass what the other person wants, fitting considering her current situation. ]
But that isn't the only thing I'm owed. Free drinks, a new cloak, more treats for my dog─ [ She motions over to the mabari sitting close by, the hound's attention focused on Kirk. ] ─maybe even an apology or explanation if I cared enough.
[ His face remains largely impassive, but he leans back in his seat
some. He doesn't quite cross his arms, and its a struggle to keep his
shoulders from tensing. He didn't come here to fight, and she was partially
right. He did owe her an apology. ]
I am sorry for the way things happened. I should have asked if things had
been talked about with you, that you were okay with it. I didn't, and for
that I'm sorry.
[ Something seems to snap though not inside of Hawke herself, she seems unchanged, but instead in Dog instead. The beast's head lowers, growling lowly as lips curl upwards revealing vicious canines. ]
Frankly I don't want your apologies, Kirk. It doesn't change the fact the both of you were a pair of asses. Fenris, I can understand but you? From where I'm standing you all but encouraged it. [ Once again Dog growls as Hawke leans back, hands idly picking at the table. ] Not that any of it matters now, you've got what you wanted damning whoever was caught in the middle.
[ His eyes flick to the dog, but if he's concerned he doesn't show it. He's been attacked by things with teeth before, many of them larger than dog, but he doesn't honestly think Marian will let it attack him either. She's pissed, but he doesn't think she's homicidal (despite that particular trait seeming to run heavy through everyone from Thedas). ]
I won't argue the ass part. I did act like one, and I should have known better. But if you think this is how I wanted things to go down? How I wanted it all to happen? Then you don't know me at all Marian. I admit I can be a selfish man at times, but I don't aim to hurt people. I certainly didn't want to hurt you - especially as I had encouraged Fenris to speak with you about things. That you did get hurt is something I regret.
But I won't sit here and apologize for the way I feel about Fenris, either. So if that's what you're looking for, then we might as well end this conversation.
[ Her eyes snap to him and something vicious glints in them, something dangerous. Dog growls louder this time and snaps at the air. ]
Don't call me Marian, only my friends can call me that. It's Hawke to you.
[ For a moment she remains seated, picking at the table, before she finally stands leaning against it. ]
Like I said, I don't want your apologies. They are just empty words I won't ever put any stock in. I wouldn't care if you started to beg at my feet. [ It starts with her hands, sparks leap from her fingertips as she talks, deadly gaze fixed on him. ] What I want is one very singular thing.
[ With an impressive amount of speed she reaches across the table and takes a hold of his shirt, jerking him up and close violently. The air around them starts to smell as if it was burning, tiny sparks expanding and dancing up her arm to her shoulders. Light purple lightning starts to arc off her; hands, shoulders, back, as though Hawke herself was only seconds away from turning into a storm. ]
You hurt him in any way, and I mean any way, I will hunt you down and make you suffer. There won't be a body left once I am done with you, and if there is? Well, no one will be able to recognize that it's you.
[ He stocks that away, but makes no remark to it. He's more concentrated on keeping his balance as she jerks him forward. It wasn't the first time he had such forced used on him, and as with most of this situations he kept his head back and his nostrils flared, like a proud stallion. Admittedly the flash of fire and lightning is somewhat alarming, but he's played this game to many times to let it show. ]
I won't. Whatever you may think of me, Hawke, the last thing I would ever do is hurt him.
[ At least not intentionally. He really can't help it if he falls into a coma or something, but he understands her meaning. There's a flash of insult that she thought he ever would, but it also drove home how much she did care about Fenris still. ]
[ Lightning arcs and cracks in the air and Hawke laughs, sharp and bitter, pushing him away roughly. That's what they always say she's heard it too much to actually believe it, to actually believe him. ]
For your sake, you better keep to those words.
[ As quickly as the arcs started they stop, leaving behind the smell of burnt air as she steps away from the table, from Kirk, and turns to leave. ]
I won't be coming back to the Tourist, you can expect my transfer soon.
[ With her mabari war hound at her heels Hawke walks away. ]
[ Kirk sagged in his chair, running a hand over his face. Well, that had... gone both better and worse than he thought. Mostly better. He looked to the bar and grunted, pushing up.
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[ Well, Kirk wasn't really sure what to make of that, but he supposed he did owe Marian consideration under the circumstances. He put his comm away and pulled on his jacket and boots before heading over the Malum, looking for Marian. ]
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And it only gets worse when she spots him. All the muscles in her body tense, fingers tingle with that familiar feel of magic, and she still manages to smile. Friendly and forced. ]
You know, I'm surprised you actually came.
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[ He wished she wouldn't - smile that is. He can't imagine she wants to smile at him, and he doesn't want her to force anything that's not true. He certainly doesn't deserve having his feelings spared if that's what she's about. He nods to her and comes over, sitting down across from her. ]
Seems a bit rude to refuse a lady's invitation. Besides, all things considered, you're owed it.
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[ Her expression is the same one she'd use back in Kirkwall when dealing with Meredith, that friendly smile and tone that anyone who knew her simply knew she was mocking. That said she honestly didn't give a rats ass what the other person wants, fitting considering her current situation. ]
But that isn't the only thing I'm owed. Free drinks, a new cloak, more treats for my dog─ [ She motions over to the mabari sitting close by, the hound's attention focused on Kirk. ] ─maybe even an apology or explanation if I cared enough.
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[ His face remains largely impassive, but he leans back in his seat some. He doesn't quite cross his arms, and its a struggle to keep his shoulders from tensing. He didn't come here to fight, and she was partially right. He did owe her an apology. ]
I am sorry for the way things happened. I should have asked if things had been talked about with you, that you were okay with it. I didn't, and for that I'm sorry.
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Frankly I don't want your apologies, Kirk. It doesn't change the fact the both of you were a pair of asses. Fenris, I can understand but you? From where I'm standing you all but encouraged it. [ Once again Dog growls as Hawke leans back, hands idly picking at the table. ] Not that any of it matters now, you've got what you wanted damning whoever was caught in the middle.
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I won't argue the ass part. I did act like one, and I should have known better. But if you think this is how I wanted things to go down? How I wanted it all to happen? Then you don't know me at all Marian. I admit I can be a selfish man at times, but I don't aim to hurt people. I certainly didn't want to hurt you - especially as I had encouraged Fenris to speak with you about things. That you did get hurt is something I regret.
But I won't sit here and apologize for the way I feel about Fenris, either. So if that's what you're looking for, then we might as well end this conversation.
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Don't call me Marian, only my friends can call me that. It's Hawke to you.
[ For a moment she remains seated, picking at the table, before she finally stands leaning against it. ]
Like I said, I don't want your apologies. They are just empty words I won't ever put any stock in. I wouldn't care if you started to beg at my feet. [ It starts with her hands, sparks leap from her fingertips as she talks, deadly gaze fixed on him. ] What I want is one very singular thing.
[ With an impressive amount of speed she reaches across the table and takes a hold of his shirt, jerking him up and close violently. The air around them starts to smell as if it was burning, tiny sparks expanding and dancing up her arm to her shoulders. Light purple lightning starts to arc off her; hands, shoulders, back, as though Hawke herself was only seconds away from turning into a storm. ]
You hurt him in any way, and I mean any way, I will hunt you down and make you suffer. There won't be a body left once I am done with you, and if there is? Well, no one will be able to recognize that it's you.
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I won't. Whatever you may think of me, Hawke, the last thing I would ever do is hurt him.
[ At least not intentionally. He really can't help it if he falls into a coma or something, but he understands her meaning. There's a flash of insult that she thought he ever would, but it also drove home how much she did care about Fenris still. ]
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For your sake, you better keep to those words.
[ As quickly as the arcs started they stop, leaving behind the smell of burnt air as she steps away from the table, from Kirk, and turns to leave. ]
I won't be coming back to the Tourist, you can expect my transfer soon.
[ With her mabari war hound at her heels Hawke walks away. ]
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Now he definitely need a drink. ]