@seefaith
kirkwall was no one's home ( no one that mattered anyways ), no one's haven nor place of refuge. only a person that grooms its inhabitants into complacency & even then everyone is still all the more restless. hawke's chosen companions were no exceptions to the rule, not even for someone who is as holy as a man you can be . . . misery is quick to follow in its gown of mischief.
whispers in the shadows speak of the maker's will -- or rather the lack of it yet it does nothing other than strengthen your resolve.
clinking of armor does everything to ruin the act of surprise; however, you commit to the act of plucking fallen leaves off the top of the mage's head, using the other end to tickle the tip of his nose in order to remove the fog consuming the thoughts in his brain.
❛ what has your attention ? nothing too dangerous, i would hope. ❜ the attempt at humor is lame at best, uncouth at worst, uttered through teeth & lips pulled into a slight smile. for hawke's sake, you try to remain friendly when there is time for it no matter how tiring it tends to be.
