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[historicals]

hawke but a dudebro this time

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w0, monday

[historicals]

[ on this fine heavenly monday, hawke can find taair at the beach! he's sitting in the sand, and perhaps of more interest, he has like.

four seagulls on him. they seem to mostly just be vibing? there's one sitting on his arm, and he's petting it with his free hand. there's another perched on his lap, and one on his shoulder, grooming at his hair. ]

Hey, hey, that tickles...!

[nonmagicuser]

[ oh my maker. this is the greatest gift neither hawke and I thought to ever receive ]

Shall I come back later then?

[historicals]

Oh!

[ oh, a person!!! two of the birds stop what they're doing to look at him. hello. the third bird continues picking at his hair. ]

Aha - no, no, it's... fine, they're just - very friendly! Good day to you, ser.

[nonmagicuser]

[ he blinks at them, bird 2 hawk(e) communication. henlo feathery kin ]

I would have never guessed. I thought they did this all the time.

[historicals]

This is the first time I've ever seen a - I believe I was informed they're called a seagull? So, I suppose I wouldn't know...

[ the bird squawks like it is greeting him. ]

[nonmagicuser]

[ stares into the tired void of if kirkwall has seagulls or not. you know what, sure. it's a port city ]

You wouldn't of happened to have food on you? They've got a special sense for knowing if you've got treats of some sort.

[ pulls out a combini snack pack of nuts and seeds from hammer space. like so ]

[historicals]

[ i just make shit up so you're valid

two of the birds turn to hawke immediately at the sound of the crinkling pack and begin squawking, starting to waddle off of taair and over to him. good luck hawke]

So noted...! Ah, don't swarm him, now...

[nonmagicuser]

[ you would think he would remember Not To Do That but no, ]

Easy now...!

[ tposes awkwardly I guess ]

week 0, sat

[historicals]

[ well that was a lot. taair is sitting outside on a bench in the small garden, looking up at the stars. when he spots hawke, he gives him a little smile in greeting, though it's tired. ]

How are you holding up, ser?

[nonmagicuser]

[ salutes him with a bottle of shitty beer ]

I could ask you the same. You did good work today.

[historicals]

[ ah... he ducks his head at this compliment, flustering a little. ]

I don't know about that - but thank you. You're too kind.

...It was a strange experience. To say the very least.

[nonmagicuser]

[ paps his head. affection... ]

Better than anything the rest of us could probably do. Especially in such a short time frame.

Though I've got to say, while I'd definitely found my share of murder suspects this one certainly is one of the most strangest I've been apart of as well.

w1, monday

[historicals]

[ this can be before or after your cursed love arrows its up to you

anyway taair's watching the holidays change over curiously at sunset from outside of the library - he's got a book in his lap, and seems to just be as happy as happy can be. ]

I wonder what sort of celebration will be next...?

[nonmagicuser]

[ comes in after the second round of love arrows and hides behind a book. it's fine ]

Whatever it is, they can leave me out of it.

[historicals]

Oh, no....

[ he looks sympathetic immediately... poor guy. ]

I'm so sorry, Ser Hawke. Do you want to talk about it...?

[nonmagicuser]

[ looks over whatever textbook he's pulled out to be incredibly absorbed in ]

Whatever you do, don't accept the chocolates.

[historicals]

[ i hope it's upside down ]

Duly noted... at least we know where it came from, now.

[nonmagicuser]

[ absolutely. he's learning a lot on.......... astrophysics. yeah! just don't ask him to repeat anything he's learned ]

T'is a cruel and unjust punishment to use one's sweet tooth against them. At least books are nice and simple........ and have the potential to swindle your mind and sell your soul- but that's not here anyway.

[historicals]

Oh, I'm sure it could be. [ here. why wouldn't there be books that could swindle your mind and sell your soul. ]

Information is an incredibly powerful tool. How a nation or state wields it makes it a weapon -whether that information is truth, or lies. Without context and corroboration, books can be published full of lies, and people who do not look further will never even know.

[ a pause because

that's kind of a weird thing to say. ]

Not - that I partake in those or anything! It is moreso just an area of interest of mine. The elimination of such things as opposed to the creation of them.

[nonmagicuser]

[ just blinks ever so bemusedly at taair ]

I couldn't tell.

[historicals]

[ stressed

great human person interaction taair ]

...haha...

[nonmagicuser]

[ you're doing great, kid ]

Keeping that information... well, "accurate" is half the struggle I'd think. One can write whatever they will and say it's simply from their point of view. Say, to make one a hero- or a villain of their story.

[ wryly, mostly to himself ]

And somehow it's always the tallest of tales that spread the farthest.

[historicals]

[ unfortunately this is his special interest ]

Mm. You're precisely right. Especially if there are only so many actors who can write or read - if the populace does not have access to the written word, they only have the word of those with enough wealth or power to afford tutors to rely on. Some have good intentions, but many others do not.

[ there's a graveness in his words, as he looks out on the festival for a moment. ]

It is what makes learning so important - and what makes it imperative for those stories that aggrandize one side or erase another to be contested. Propaganda is a foul tool.

[ there's a beat. ]

It sounds as if perhaps you might have some personal experience with tall tales, ser...?

[nonmagicuser]

[ haaaaaaaa ]

A friend of mine is a writer. His most well known series is based on my life.

w7, mon

[nonmagicuser]

[ C'MERE TAAIR. he's getting spun like a disney princess before hawke puts him down to cluck over him ]

Feeling alright after all that fun last week?

[ says the guy with a gnarly eye wound ]

[historicals]

Ah--!

[ well he will get to hear the most disney princess gasp-squeal in the world that turns into laughter, and he wobbles a little on his feet once he's set down, but there's the emotional vibes of Very Happy. ]

I am far better now, certainly, with my magic once again returned to me - I feel as though I ought to be asking you that! Come, tell me, how have you fared? You aren't still injured, are you?

[ LOOKS HIM OVER ]

[nonmagicuser]

Far better now than any of us were by the end of that nonsense. Anders had a go at it earlier so it's not nearly as bad now.

[ he also makes a wink and shh gesture ]

I probably could have done more earlier but who am I to deny him the opportunity to fuss?

[historicals]

[ he looks a little relieved at first to hear that - good, glad he got healed, and then laughs softly at the last part. though... ]

...How are things between you? If it is not too much to pry - I am not seeking gossip, I swear.

[nonmagicuser]

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woof. waves the thoughtshare stank vibes away. he smiles like nothing is wrong though ]

We spoke. It seems our plans for after all this don't align.

[historicals]

[ this is so cursed with your icon my god

ah. well, he can feel taair's emotionshare immediately meld into something soft and sympathetic - he reaches out and sets a hand on his arm. ]

...I'm sorry, my friend. [ :c ] Will it be an amicable parting, at least...?

[nonmagicuser]

[ weheh

the vibes truly are just Tired even with the occasional veer into angsty man pain ]

He's decided what he wants to do after all this. I won't deny him that.

[ that's a murky yes for a thousand, alex ]