RP: Marian Hawke (hawke_groundzero_fadewalk)

[modernhawke]

At some point in all those hours of kissing (well, they might not have been hours, but they had certainly gone on for a while...), Logan must have dozed off, curled up with Anders in his arms. When he woke, he had no idea how much time had passed, because the light in the room was exactly the same. His mouth was dry, and Anders wasn't in his arms. He licked his lips and stretched an arm across the bed next to him and felt...nothing. The bed was empty.

Logan sat up abruptly, immediately awake. "Anders?" he said quietly, voice hoarse with sleep and strained with alarm. Nothing. He pulled a palmful of fire into his hand to light up the room further. Anders' clothes were there, right where he'd left them, even his shoes and Logan's hoodie. The door to the room hung open about a foot. He went to the door and leaned out. "Anders?" he called again, louder this time, but there was no sign of him. "Shit. Shit, shit. Oh, shit." He paced back inside the room and dressed with shaking fingers, trying to think where Anders might have gone. Could he have been pulled back without Logan? They'd arrived separately; maybe they would be taken separately. The thought shot a burst of panic through him. He hadn't even asked Anders for his number, or his address, or anything. He'd meant to. Had wanted to say 'Tell me where you live, love. If you get dropped back home as quickly as we got here, I don't want to have to wait to find you again.' But he'd lost himself in the simple wonder of kissing Anders, holding him, and had forgotten to plan ahead.

No. But the door had been open? If he'd just been taken back to their world, or...whatever, why was the door open? Logan gathered Anders' clothes in his arms automatically without paying attention to what he was doing and wandered back to the door, wondering if the tavern floor might be dusty enough to show where Anders might have gone. It wasn't. "Think. Think, Logan," he muttered, sidestepping tables to peer over the railing down into the tavern at large. Maybe Anders sleepwalked? That would make the most sense. But why hadn't it woken Logan - he was a deep sleeper from years of bunking in the same room as several other men at once, but he wasn't usually deep enough of a sleeper that a lover could completely disentangle themselves without him noticing. He paced. If Anders was sleepwalking there were all these stairs and battlements; there was no telling how he might hurt himself. Logan needed to find him. He hurried to the door they'd come in, thinking perhaps retracing their steps might be the best place to start.

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[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders was convinced this Logan Hawke was definitely the most adorable version of Hawke he'd seen so far, bold and warm and kind one moment, tentative and embarrassed the next. Andraste's underthings, he was a baby. An adorable, extremely large, overgrown baby of a Hawke. It was intensely peculiar finding a Hawke who was so easy to read, so open about his emotions, and it actually made Anders feel a little bad for flustering him. He wasn't used to being met with awkward smiles instead of a laugh and a quip back.

He laughed a little at Marian's obvious impatience and settled comfortably into following her, as he had done so many times with Jicosa. "So it would appear," he agreed with Logan, sucking in one side of his mouth and shooting him an apologetic sort of glance.

[serhealsalot_fadewalk]

Anders blinked at Marian as she skipped up to him, and then squawked as she grabbed his arm and dragged him down the stairs. Before he could get his feet under himself she gave him a shove in the back and he staggered forward until he fetched up against Logan with a flush in his cheeks. "Sorry. That wasn't my fault."

He shot Marian a sour look, but fell into step to follow her once she was leading the train out of the tavern. Finding a bed and a bath and maybe some food didn't sound terrible, that was for sure.

[modernhawke]

Logan caught Anders with his arms around him easily, not really budged at all. He touched one big palm to the back of Anders' head and hummed. "I'm not complaining, love." He drifted his hands down to Anders' waist and then set him back on his feet proper, reaching hopefully for his hand again once he'd let go.

He wrinkled his nose at the older Anders as they moved after Marian, and then gave a soft half-laugh at the sorry expression on his face. What was it he'd thought earlier? It was a face impossible to scowl at, that much was certain.

Following someone else for once...it was a bit disorienting but also kind of wonderful. Logan let himself wonder what it would be like to have been, as himself, in all of these battles that Marian and the other Anders had lived through. What must it feel like to grip smooth wood under his hand and channel all the destructive magic he could feel within him now into something so primal, so life and death, as fighting? It wasn't anything remotely close to the game, and while part of him wanted to find out what that would feel like, the rest just...wanted to go home and bring Anders with him where things were maybe not easier or simpler, but known.

He would settle for pretty much anything or anywhere as long as Anders was with him, though.

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

Well, at least they were following finally. Hawke made an effort not to lose them -- that wasn't leaderly behavior. For her personal preference, as a rogue, maybe, but given that she was being capital-H-Hawke, she'd let them keep up.

The stairs to the bathhouse she stopped with a knowing glance, and gestured towards it with a wide arm. Then at the hallway to the kitchen she'd emphasized the importance of the ration schedule (while hiding her salvaged booze behind her hip).

When they finally reached the guest wing she gave a little bow and salute. "Go on then. If the door's unlocked, it's probably up for grabs. And if it turns out someone was already staying there? They probably deserve whatever stains you leave them."

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders was mostly silent as Hawke gesticulated and explained, although he did give her something of a knowing glance outside the kitchen. In the guest hall, he motioned to the very last door at the end.

"That one's mine. And, ah, Fenris's. So you know where to find me if you need anything." He looked to Hawke. "Weapons and things in the 'morning'?"

[serhealsalot_fadewalk]

Anders kept Logan's hand tight in his grasp as they followed Marian, the vest and journal tucked into the front-pocket of the hoodie that belonged to Logan.

When they finally reached the guestwing he gave a grateful nod and an unvoiced sigh. Finally. He appreciated what Marian and Anders were doing for them, sure, but... He gave Logan a sidelong glance and then tugged him along the hall, looking for a room that was unlocked and also plainly uninhabitated

[modernhawke]

Logan focused on Anders' hand tight in his as they walked, the occasional brush of their arms together or their hands against his thigh, though he tried - and mostly succeeded - to listen to what Marian was saying about directions and food and bathing and all that. And then they were in the guesthall and Anders was tugging him along, and Logan turned to look back over his shoulder at Marian and the older Anders, still standing there. It hit him again how surreal this all was, thankfully not that he had Anders at all - that part, while odd, seemed right- but the fact that he was wandering around in a castle while an older version of his boyfriend and an older female version of himself watched.

Still, he mouthed a thank-you at Marian, for all her explanations and helping him find Anders again earlier and all the rest, before he turned away. He squeezed Anders' hand and then let out a quiet 'oooh' when the next door Anders tried was unlocked, and led to a kind of fantastic looking bedroom - suite? - with an old-school four-poster that was definitely big enough for the both of them.

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

Hawke gave Anders a little nod and salute, which she replicated for Logan, her lips twitching at how eagerly he was getting tugged through the door.

Oh to be young and beautiful and stupid and in love.

She gave Anders an amused eyeroll and a shooing motion toward his own room, and then walked on silent feet off toward the hallway that would take her to Varric's room, separate from the guest rooms.

One of these days she was going to have to stop imposing on him, but the thought made her cold, straight down to her core, so apparently today was not that day.

(OOC: Close this thread and we can start a new one with Anders and Logan?)

[modernhawke]

(OOC: Sure! Do you wanna start it, or shall I?)

[hawke_groundzero_fadewalk]

(OOC: Go for it!)