9th Duel [Open Commentlog]

[iwannabeadragon]

[Hawke's been quiet for a while now. Anyone who knows him should know just how odd that is in and of itself. He sits in the stables bar sipping at a bottle of...something. He wasn't really paying to what it was when he grabbed it. All he knew was that he wanted something alcoholic.

What a monumental fuck he is. Nearly every one of his friends died during that whole mess and he did nothing to stop it. He was entirely useless. Just like with Carver. Just like with mother. In fact the only one who survived was Vie and that wasn't even because of him. She just got stuck in quarantine before she could get out. For being a Champion, he can never seem to save the people he actually wants to save.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[The past week's been torture for her, locked away while the people she cares about were out and about killing and being killed. She's passing by the bar when she spies a familiar figure inside. Vie pauses, and then moves toward him. Voice soft, she speaks.]

Garrett.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Should have picked a better spot to hide. He turns around and smiles to her.]

You found me. Now it's your turn to hide.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie smiles in return, but she knows there's more going on than he's letting on. She runs a hand up his back and nods at the seat beside him.]

Perhaps a drink first. Mind if I sit?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[He knows she knows something's up, but that doesn't mean he's going to make this any easier.]

A drink always comes first.

[Hawke reaches out and pulls the seat out for her.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie reaches across the bar for a bottle of scotch and a glass, and then takes her place on the chair. She takes a sip and shoots him a glance.]

Are you alright?

[Straight to the point.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke smirks and raises an eyebrow.]

When am I not alright?

[Really Vie does this look like a man with a problem? You know what, don't answer that.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie gives a small smile in return, but it's worry that shows the most on her face.]

How about when you're sitting alone with a drink in your hand.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

[Remy had honestly been meaning to venture to the bar. He had heard it was unmanned and this simply could not do. He was a man easily bored and this was something to do, even though it was what he did back home.

He's pleasantly surprised to find someone to talk to as he arrives.]

Hello.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke glances at Remy with some surprise. Not that another man showed up here, it is a bar after all, but by what he said.]

You know, I don't think another man has given me a plain, simple greeting in years. It's always "please do this for me" or "find this for me" or "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU".

This is a nice change actually.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

Well that's not very polite of them, is it?

[He laughs a bit as he turns to look at the bar.]

So this is the poor neglected bar I've heard about, hm?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

There's a distinct lack of manners in Kirkwall. It's a terrible problem.

[Hawke takes another swig from his drink and looks back at the bar.]

I wouldn't call it neglected. There's always someone happily willing to take its alcohol.

[Like him for instance.]

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

[Remy looks to him and grins.]

But no one's tending it. There's the neglect.

[He makes his way behind the bar and begins to inspect bottles.]

Anything noteworthy you've found?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Well I did find my friend here.

[Hawke lifts the bottle in his hand.]

Not sure what his name is or where he's from but he's definitely a lot of fun.

[3wayforjustice]

[Enough time has passed that certain mages are once again in full possession of their wits. And with the record of everything Justice said to those he cares for.]

[Well crap.]

[He'd just gone for a walk. Something to clear his head. He didn't expect to run into Hawke.]

... Drinking alone?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[So he remembers who he is again. Thank the Maker for that. He got more of Justice than he ever wanted to.]

Is it really that surprising? What else do you think I do at my house?

[Hawke smirks and takes a sip from his bottle.]

[3wayforjustice]

[And for that, he owes Hawke an apology.]

[He stops a few feet away, leaning slightly on his staff.]

Play fetch with your mabari, or fend off mobs begging for you to find their lost such-and-such.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[If anyone is apologizing it'll be him. Hawke should have never let Anders die in the first place. Just another failure on his part.]

Sandal and Aveline give that dog more a workout than I ever could, and you learn to tune out the mobs eventually. This here is me-time.

[Although he's making no effort to shoo Anders away.]

[3wayforjustice]

[At least he doesn't blame Hawke. This was his own choice -- just like every other stupid decision he's made.]

Well. I... suppose I could leave you to that you-time.

[Since he assumes that's what Hawke is getting at.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[For a moment Hawke doesn't say anything, and then...]

Care for a drink?

[sayhitobianca]

[Varric's just going to sidle up next to him and take a seat, without any concern for whether or not Hawke actually wants to be alone. He's got his own bottle of something, and he takes a drink from it before he speaks.]

You looking to give the elf a run for his money?

[You're looking mighty broody there, Hawke.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't expect any less from his favorite dwarf.]

Are you joking? Fenris has that market cornered. I wouldn't stand a chance.

[Next time he needs to find a better hiding spot. Maybe the dog kennel again.]

[sayhitobianca]

Point. Drinking alone in a tavern is a few steps above drinking alone in an abandoned mansion covered with cobwebs.

[Yeah, the only tavern at the keep probably isn't the best hiding spot ever.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

And then throwing the wine at the walls.

[He'll pick better next time don't worry.]

[sayhitobianca]

He really needs to rethink his decorating scheme.

[There's a pause, while he takes another drink.]

You're not doing anything stupid like blaming yourself, are you?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Straight to the point. At least Hawke doesn't have to worry about beating around the bush.]

Oh you know how we hero types are. We always blame ourselves for things.

[Totally taking this seriously. Yup.]