RP: Hawke (hawke_groundzero_fadewalk)
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fadewalkAnders moved through the guest wing, heading for Hawke's room.
Neria wanted him back. Of all the things that might have happened when he got dumped in this shithole away from the people he cared about, that was not one of them. It was a small comfort when he was not nearly as confident as she that they would ever get out of here, but a comfort nonetheless, a tiny warm feeling in the center of his chest that he clung to, afraid it might gutter and go out.
Nevertheless, she was preoccupied with Alistair, as it should be after their time apart, and this place, for all it apparently had half-crazed templars running amok, was entirely too quiet for his liking. It made his skin crawl and Justice uneasy. The spirit almost never stopped his muttering when they were alone, preferring to lurk in the back of Anders' mind and keep up a steady diatribe against the wrongness of this place and his longing for the real Fade, just out of reach as it was, and now of course his anger against Meredith. Combine that with Anders' own loneliness, and he really felt he might go out of his head if he didn't find something to distract him. That, or he would go on a hunt for Meredith and not stop until Justice's fingers were wrapped around her throat, and Neria had made it clear she had good reasons for not wanting that to happen, as much as it gave him pause.
So. Here he was, outside Hawke's door. It was his duty as a healer to check in on her recovery anyways, right?
He knocked.
Neria wanted him back. Of all the things that might have happened when he got dumped in this shithole away from the people he cared about, that was not one of them. It was a small comfort when he was not nearly as confident as she that they would ever get out of here, but a comfort nonetheless, a tiny warm feeling in the center of his chest that he clung to, afraid it might gutter and go out.
Nevertheless, she was preoccupied with Alistair, as it should be after their time apart, and this place, for all it apparently had half-crazed templars running amok, was entirely too quiet for his liking. It made his skin crawl and Justice uneasy. The spirit almost never stopped his muttering when they were alone, preferring to lurk in the back of Anders' mind and keep up a steady diatribe against the wrongness of this place and his longing for the real Fade, just out of reach as it was, and now of course his anger against Meredith. Combine that with Anders' own loneliness, and he really felt he might go out of his head if he didn't find something to distract him. That, or he would go on a hunt for Meredith and not stop until Justice's fingers were wrapped around her throat, and Neria had made it clear she had good reasons for not wanting that to happen, as much as it gave him pause.
So. Here he was, outside Hawke's door. It was his duty as a healer to check in on her recovery anyways, right?
He knocked.
