At least there's a bed and he can be useful - closed?
Characters: Hawke golden_hawke and Rosalie jealousvampire
When: Shortly after Hawke arrives in Adstring
Where: Starts outside somewhere and will end at Rosalie's clinic
Rating: PG Maybe even just G
Summary: Hawke manages to get some clothes. ... Or at least a cloak, and meets up with Rosalie. Talking.. uh... and walking will occur.
If being dumped in a dead city with no one confident that they could make it back to their respective worlds was bad enough, having it be the middle of the winter months iced the cake. Hawke was completely unprepared for the cold, and had spent long enough with only the cloth for warmth. As soon as he cut the connection with Rosalie, he found one of those abandoned stores and swiped a pair of canvas sneakers and a long woolen duster.
Once he was a little better dressed (though that was debatable, depending upon the person) he walked back to where he said he would meet Rosalie, wiggling his toes uncomfortably in his shoew and trying not to be worried that he couldn't feel his magic. If he had that, he'd be warmer, that was certain. Hawke may not be anywhere near the level of his teacher, but he could warm and cool his blood as needed. For now, the duster would have to do, even though he kept it unbuttoned, revealing parts of his chest and abs when he walked, and the sneakers so he wouldn't freeze his feet. He always hated footwear. It never allowed him to really get a feel for the ground, or keep his footing in check.
Hawke breathed into his hands for a moment, happy that the duster had pockets so he could put the PCD inside. He reached around to pull the leather tie from his hair and keep his neck warm, tucking the shoulder length hair underneath the collar of the coat. It helped a bit. It probably would have helped more if the line of stone beads weren't frigid as they pressed against his neck. Steel grey eyes looked heavenwards to find the sun, and he frowned when there were only clouds to see.
"Sohl'an.... Even your sun is lost to me, here..."
When: Shortly after Hawke arrives in Adstring
Where: Starts outside somewhere and will end at Rosalie's clinic
Rating: PG Maybe even just G
Summary: Hawke manages to get some clothes. ... Or at least a cloak, and meets up with Rosalie. Talking.. uh... and walking will occur.
If being dumped in a dead city with no one confident that they could make it back to their respective worlds was bad enough, having it be the middle of the winter months iced the cake. Hawke was completely unprepared for the cold, and had spent long enough with only the cloth for warmth. As soon as he cut the connection with Rosalie, he found one of those abandoned stores and swiped a pair of canvas sneakers and a long woolen duster.
Once he was a little better dressed (though that was debatable, depending upon the person) he walked back to where he said he would meet Rosalie, wiggling his toes uncomfortably in his shoew and trying not to be worried that he couldn't feel his magic. If he had that, he'd be warmer, that was certain. Hawke may not be anywhere near the level of his teacher, but he could warm and cool his blood as needed. For now, the duster would have to do, even though he kept it unbuttoned, revealing parts of his chest and abs when he walked, and the sneakers so he wouldn't freeze his feet. He always hated footwear. It never allowed him to really get a feel for the ground, or keep his footing in check.
Hawke breathed into his hands for a moment, happy that the duster had pockets so he could put the PCD inside. He reached around to pull the leather tie from his hair and keep his neck warm, tucking the shoulder length hair underneath the collar of the coat. It helped a bit. It probably would have helped more if the line of stone beads weren't frigid as they pressed against his neck. Steel grey eyes looked heavenwards to find the sun, and he frowned when there were only clouds to see.
"Sohl'an.... Even your sun is lost to me, here..."