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entrancelogs2016-03-18 02:46 am
bloodmagics) wrote in entrancelogs2016-03-18 02:46 am
so we might as well give up the fight
Who: Garrett Hawke & Dorian Pavus | Garrett Hawke & You
Where: Hawke's room | The beach, the kitchens, the grounds
When: March 17th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: It's time for something of an intervention | Hawke tries to find... healthier coping processes.
The Story:
» DORIAN PAVUS » MARCH 17TH
[To say that his reunion with Carver hadn't gone well is like the Blight is an inconvenience, it's just blatantly not true and a newborn baby would be able to tell you were lying.
After Carver had stormed off, he'd had time to cool down -- somewhat -- enough to at least clean up the mess he made and quietly leave. He wanted to drown himself in enough alcohol to kill everyone in Orlais, but after the scene they'd made in the bar, he also wanted to do it alone. And that's why he barricaded himself in his room, a few basic wards on the door - enough to keep anybody not magically inclined out - and settled himself right next to the closet in the most comfortable chair it could conjure.
It's quite literally a miracle he doesn't drink himself to death, alternating between passing out atop the mabari and replaying the entire conversation in his head until he can bring himself to get another drink. He's not proud of himself, but it was just too much. Months of suppressed feelings, of fearing that Carver didn't survive and it would be his fault, of doubting whether or not he exists and it all exploded at once.
When a knock comes at the door, it isn't Hawke who answers it. Instead, the mabari whines and scratches at the door.]
» THE DINING ROOM » MARCH 18TH
[After he'd gotten cleaned up and ate something that stayed down, he's fallen into an actual bed and slept. He'd woken up with the world's worst hangover but he'd promised Dorian he wouldn't drink anymore, and that he'd try to at least leave his room. So he makes another smart decision and heads to the dining room, mabari in tow.
Sooner or later, anybody who enters the dining room will find Hawke with seated at the table with a frankly obnoxious amount of food in front of him, the mage having gone a little overboard and gotten Wonderland to provide random dishes to broaden his horizons. Some are fine, delicious even, roasted meats, vegetables, food from all over Earth that Hawke's never experienced before.
And then there's the other pile.
Abominations that look like they belong on a Buzzfeed list are piled high on a series of plates, with Hawke gingerly trying them because he has no idea you're not supposed to put certain foodstuffs together. Occasionally he passes a piece or two to the mabari under the table, and quite possibly has a conversation with it about what they're both eating.]
» THE BEACH & GROUNDS » MARCH 18TH
[After his experiment in the dining room, Hawke retires to his room for a few hours to sleep off the incredible amount food he ate. He'd be more than happy to stay there the rest of the day and night but unfortunately, once a mabari decides it wants something, chances are you're getting dragged out of bed by your ankle.
Though, after the last few days he could really use the exercise, so once he wakes up and finds something a little less cumbersome to wear, he heads outside. Between all the alcohol and the sheer amount of food, he still feels like he went fifteen rounds with an Archdemon but hey, maybe he can sweat out the rest of the negative feelings.
His route takes him and the mabari down past the vendors before they make their way to the beach where they spend most of the afternoon. At least once, he trips over the mabari and ends up in the ocean, swearing up a storm.]
Where: Hawke's room | The beach, the kitchens, the grounds
When: March 17th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: It's time for something of an intervention | Hawke tries to find... healthier coping processes.
The Story:
» DORIAN PAVUS » MARCH 17TH
[To say that his reunion with Carver hadn't gone well is like the Blight is an inconvenience, it's just blatantly not true and a newborn baby would be able to tell you were lying.
After Carver had stormed off, he'd had time to cool down -- somewhat -- enough to at least clean up the mess he made and quietly leave. He wanted to drown himself in enough alcohol to kill everyone in Orlais, but after the scene they'd made in the bar, he also wanted to do it alone. And that's why he barricaded himself in his room, a few basic wards on the door - enough to keep anybody not magically inclined out - and settled himself right next to the closet in the most comfortable chair it could conjure.
It's quite literally a miracle he doesn't drink himself to death, alternating between passing out atop the mabari and replaying the entire conversation in his head until he can bring himself to get another drink. He's not proud of himself, but it was just too much. Months of suppressed feelings, of fearing that Carver didn't survive and it would be his fault, of doubting whether or not he exists and it all exploded at once.
When a knock comes at the door, it isn't Hawke who answers it. Instead, the mabari whines and scratches at the door.]
» THE DINING ROOM » MARCH 18TH
[After he'd gotten cleaned up and ate something that stayed down, he's fallen into an actual bed and slept. He'd woken up with the world's worst hangover but he'd promised Dorian he wouldn't drink anymore, and that he'd try to at least leave his room. So he makes another smart decision and heads to the dining room, mabari in tow.
Sooner or later, anybody who enters the dining room will find Hawke with seated at the table with a frankly obnoxious amount of food in front of him, the mage having gone a little overboard and gotten Wonderland to provide random dishes to broaden his horizons. Some are fine, delicious even, roasted meats, vegetables, food from all over Earth that Hawke's never experienced before.
And then there's the other pile.
Abominations that look like they belong on a Buzzfeed list are piled high on a series of plates, with Hawke gingerly trying them because he has no idea you're not supposed to put certain foodstuffs together. Occasionally he passes a piece or two to the mabari under the table, and quite possibly has a conversation with it about what they're both eating.]
» THE BEACH & GROUNDS » MARCH 18TH
[After his experiment in the dining room, Hawke retires to his room for a few hours to sleep off the incredible amount food he ate. He'd be more than happy to stay there the rest of the day and night but unfortunately, once a mabari decides it wants something, chances are you're getting dragged out of bed by your ankle.
Though, after the last few days he could really use the exercise, so once he wakes up and finds something a little less cumbersome to wear, he heads outside. Between all the alcohol and the sheer amount of food, he still feels like he went fifteen rounds with an Archdemon but hey, maybe he can sweat out the rest of the negative feelings.
His route takes him and the mabari down past the vendors before they make their way to the beach where they spend most of the afternoon. At least once, he trips over the mabari and ends up in the ocean, swearing up a storm.]
Grounds
And stops when he gets close enough to tell the difference.]
You're not- [It's then he notices the person accompanying the hound. It takes a moment to place where he's seen the face before but when he does his smile returns, if a little less broad than before.]
You're that other Ferelden I met when I got here- [He pauses, digging back to recall the man's name.] Garrett, right?
[Garrett... Hawke. From Ferelden. Huh.]
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That's me. Alistair, right?
[He watches the mabari carefully, ready to intervene should the animal decide he doesn't like Alistair.]
How's Wonderland been treating you?
[He's genuinely interested, keeping up with Alistair had fallen through the cracks after certain events, but now he has a chance and he intends to make up for it.
Also the mabari definitely likes Alistair.]
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That's me. You remembered!
[Looking up at the question he shrugs and waves a hand airily about.]
Oh you know, pretty much the way it treats everyone I guess. I don't know what to do with myself half the time but there's plenty of good company. And weird stuff to keep you on your toes.
[And other perks - like there always being plenty to eat and not camping out all the time - that more than made up for how little there was to occupy them some days.]
How about you?
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Momentarily.]
Of course.
[He grins down at Alistair, nodding at his answer.] Makes sense. It's a lot to get used to, isn't it? Everything's so... strange compared to Thedas. [A beat.] Smells better, though.
[Mulling over his own answer for a moment, he looks up at the sky, focusing on that instead.]
Still adjusting, I guess. I've been here a while now, but there's always something new. Events, new arrivals...
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And as soon as you think you're getting used to it something else changes. [Be it the mansion itself or something you think about yourself.]
Speaking of new arrivals.... [He trails off, wondering if he should ask or not. It's got to be difficult to deal with this sort of thing and he doesn't want to rub it in the other man's face. But he's curious and they do all have to deal with the same problem to some extent. And it's easier to know so he can avoid confusion later.] I met one the other day. Another Warden. With the family name Hawke.... Do you know if he's you? A different you?
[A future, different Hawke like the different Couslands and Inquisitors and seemingly everything else in Thedas. It's the most obvious answer, given what he knows of their different homes.]
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It has to run out of things eventually, right? [But they both the answer to that.
When Alistair asks his question, Hawke looks away.]
No -- Ah, [He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head.] He's my brother. Younger, but he's from the future so... Older younger brother? Maker, I hate this place.
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[But yeah, no. He's not counting on it. Just as he's not counting on himself to ever not make conversations awkward, knowingly or otherwise.]
That must get even more confusing than us all being from different times. [Although an older-younger brother is still less weird than meeting another version of you so that's something. Hopefully. He does know better than to say as much though, instead offering-] He seems like a good man. I've only spoken to him a couple of times but he does. The Wardens are lucky to have him.
[And having family here to support him must be comforting. Although Alistair is curious now where the sister that he might get to know in the future fits into the family and how they meet.]