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"I swear, I will turn this expedition around!"lilchickadeeJune 7 2011, 15:09:15 UTC
They'd been down here for three days. The Rock Wraith was dead, and she could finally feel a vague kind of hope that they might make it out of this alive. One week, Varric had said. Only one week to the surface. Halfway there. If we're lucky, Varric said, her subconcious mocked. One week if we're lucky.
Her mood soured as she shifted her weight and settled against the rockface, trying to find a position to rest that didn't remind her exactly how hard and unforgiving everything was down here.
"Keep your distance, mage," Fenris spat. There was an indistinct growl in response, and any remaining goodwill she had been harboring dissipated at the crackle of lightning prickling against her skin.
"So help me," she ground out. She pretended she didn't notice Varric laying Bianca across his knees. And she certainly didn't see his finger move any closer to Bianca's trigger. "The two of you were more pleasant when we thought we wouldn't make it out of this Maker damned demon infested pit. You will refrain from killing each other until we make the surface, or I swear to the Maker, the Creators, the Stone, the Ancestors, and whoever else might hold any sway that I will turn this expedition around and leave the two of you to fend for yourselves against anything we didn't slaughter on the way here."
Fenris's lip curled briefly, but he offered her a curt nod. There was a small crack as Anders extinguished the ball of lightning that had been building on his palm.
"Fine," he sneered at Fenris. "But only because the elf is such a charmer."
Hawke closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Four more days. She could make it four more days.
PROMPTS
- she's so gone
- this is my get packed, come back song
- do your dirty words come out to play when you are hurt
Her mood soured as she shifted her weight and settled against the rockface, trying to find a position to rest that didn't remind her exactly how hard and unforgiving everything was down here.
"Keep your distance, mage," Fenris spat. There was an indistinct growl in response, and any remaining goodwill she had been harboring dissipated at the crackle of lightning prickling against her skin.
"So help me," she ground out. She pretended she didn't notice Varric laying Bianca across his knees. And she certainly didn't see his finger move any closer to Bianca's trigger. "The two of you were more pleasant when we thought we wouldn't make it out of this Maker damned demon infested pit. You will refrain from killing each other until we make the surface, or I swear to the Maker, the Creators, the Stone, the Ancestors, and whoever else might hold any sway that I will turn this expedition around and leave the two of you to fend for yourselves against anything we didn't slaughter on the way here."
Fenris's lip curled briefly, but he offered her a curt nod. There was a small crack as Anders extinguished the ball of lightning that had been building on his palm.
"Fine," he sneered at Fenris. "But only because the elf is such a charmer."
Hawke closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Four more days. She could make it four more days.
PROMPTS
- she's so gone
- this is my get packed, come back song
- do your dirty words come out to play when you are hurt
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