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thisavrou_log2017-04-09 11:11 pm
otiosity) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-04-09 11:11 pm
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And when you wake up, another sunrise
Who: Garrett and Marian Hawke
When: The 9th of April
Where: Garrett Hawke's Farm
What: Thane is gone, life is shit, who better understands that feeling than, well, you.
Warnings: swearing, maybe some blood, sexual content?
[It only takes a few seconds to check the TAB to know that Thane is gone. But still, Hawke waits outside his apartment door like a poor soul desperate for a miracle that will never come. And she knows it. It's strange how heavy emptiness is. Or maybe that's because the only word she has for what she feels is "empty". But everything is else much heavier and she doesn't lift that much, so she'll choose to be empty, thankyouverymuch.
Once she manages to blink the sharpness back that dares to creep in the edges of her vision, Hawke slowly makes her way to the motorbike she rode here and turns it back on. Thank the Maker that some things become so automatic and she doesn't have to fumble with it. A reasonable person would go home but Marian Hawke is far from reasonable. So instead she kicks it up into the gear and drives off in some random direction.
It's rather soothing. She doesn't have to think about much but it's enough to keep pesky thoughts like Shepard trying to talk to her about this at bay. For hours she circles the city, darkness and rain roll in but she doesn't even mind the raindrops on her face.
Until she takes a sharp turn and wipes out spectacularly across the pavement on the road. She goes tumbling across the road one way and the bike smashes itself spectacularly as its front collides with the hard road. That's still less damage than her ego anyway. Hawke groans and forces her aching head up and then her aching body with a wrist that aches even more and onto an ankle that doesn't really want to support her weight.]
You're an asshole.
[She announces to the bike. The front end on the bike flickers in a depressed fashion. Now she just feels guilty. Taking a quick glance around, she makes note that she's in the farm district. The worst district, she thinks. And so the one she's least familiar with. Wonderful.
A deep sigh escapes her as she hobbles over to the bike and struggles to lift it up only using one arm and her shoulder. The fact that she manages it is really what should deem her champion. Then slowly, pathetically, she starts to move the broken bike along the road. It's mostly empty and she's grateful for it. Accepting help is worse than hobbling home looking bruised. At least she could pretend she was in a fight or something more impressive.
There's a light in the near distance. Some sort of house, perhaps? Maybe they have a garage where she can do her best Tony Stark impression and try to repair her bike in what's more a fit of ego than ingenuity.]
When: The 9th of April
Where: Garrett Hawke's Farm
What: Thane is gone, life is shit, who better understands that feeling than, well, you.
Warnings: swearing, maybe some blood, sexual content?
[It only takes a few seconds to check the TAB to know that Thane is gone. But still, Hawke waits outside his apartment door like a poor soul desperate for a miracle that will never come. And she knows it. It's strange how heavy emptiness is. Or maybe that's because the only word she has for what she feels is "empty". But everything is else much heavier and she doesn't lift that much, so she'll choose to be empty, thankyouverymuch.
Once she manages to blink the sharpness back that dares to creep in the edges of her vision, Hawke slowly makes her way to the motorbike she rode here and turns it back on. Thank the Maker that some things become so automatic and she doesn't have to fumble with it. A reasonable person would go home but Marian Hawke is far from reasonable. So instead she kicks it up into the gear and drives off in some random direction.
It's rather soothing. She doesn't have to think about much but it's enough to keep pesky thoughts like Shepard trying to talk to her about this at bay. For hours she circles the city, darkness and rain roll in but she doesn't even mind the raindrops on her face.
Until she takes a sharp turn and wipes out spectacularly across the pavement on the road. She goes tumbling across the road one way and the bike smashes itself spectacularly as its front collides with the hard road. That's still less damage than her ego anyway. Hawke groans and forces her aching head up and then her aching body with a wrist that aches even more and onto an ankle that doesn't really want to support her weight.]
You're an asshole.
[She announces to the bike. The front end on the bike flickers in a depressed fashion. Now she just feels guilty. Taking a quick glance around, she makes note that she's in the farm district. The worst district, she thinks. And so the one she's least familiar with. Wonderful.
A deep sigh escapes her as she hobbles over to the bike and struggles to lift it up only using one arm and her shoulder. The fact that she manages it is really what should deem her champion. Then slowly, pathetically, she starts to move the broken bike along the road. It's mostly empty and she's grateful for it. Accepting help is worse than hobbling home looking bruised. At least she could pretend she was in a fight or something more impressive.
There's a light in the near distance. Some sort of house, perhaps? Maybe they have a garage where she can do her best Tony Stark impression and try to repair her bike in what's more a fit of ego than ingenuity.]