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likebigboats) wrote2014-06-29 06:08 am
likebigboats) wrote2014-06-29 06:08 am
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Memory - sympathy for the death of Hawke's mother.
Just like always, you've snuck into Hawke's estate, but this time you're not feeling like rifling through her things or drawing crude doodles in her journal. You're looking for her, and you find her in the middle of an argument with her uncle. Close enough to an argument, anyway -- all the wind is out of the usually snarky woman, but her uncle is quite happy to overcompensate with his outbursts.
Hawke's mother, Leandra, is dead. Hawke was right to be suspicious of the flowers delivered for her, but they were too late to save her. Uncle dearest blames Hawke for not being faster, stronger, and from upstairs you are simply shuddering and trying not to think of what happened to Leandra. Hawke doesn't have that luxury, despondently explaining to him the killer was using magic to try recreating his dead wife -- and he thought Leandra's face was just the right one. Uncle rants about the terror of mages. Maybe the Templars are right, lock them all up and throw away the key. Hawke manages to point out it was the man wielding the magic that killed her, but it lacks the spirit the mage/Templar debate usually has. Uncle takes some vicious comfort in knowing Hawke killed the mage, and leaves to inform Carver.
Hawke wanders upstairs to plop on her bed, and Isabela follows. It's when she steps on a creaky floorboard Hawke looks up, and Isabela is instantly awkward. She just wanted to say something -- Hawke excuses her, saying she knows Isabela isn't good at "emotional stuff."
At least your mother loved you. Not everyone can say that. ... Family's not just the people you're related to by blood. There are other people who care about you. Like...Aveline.
Hawke's mother, Leandra, is dead. Hawke was right to be suspicious of the flowers delivered for her, but they were too late to save her. Uncle dearest blames Hawke for not being faster, stronger, and from upstairs you are simply shuddering and trying not to think of what happened to Leandra. Hawke doesn't have that luxury, despondently explaining to him the killer was using magic to try recreating his dead wife -- and he thought Leandra's face was just the right one. Uncle rants about the terror of mages. Maybe the Templars are right, lock them all up and throw away the key. Hawke manages to point out it was the man wielding the magic that killed her, but it lacks the spirit the mage/Templar debate usually has. Uncle takes some vicious comfort in knowing Hawke killed the mage, and leaves to inform Carver.
Hawke wanders upstairs to plop on her bed, and Isabela follows. It's when she steps on a creaky floorboard Hawke looks up, and Isabela is instantly awkward. She just wanted to say something -- Hawke excuses her, saying she knows Isabela isn't good at "emotional stuff."
At least your mother loved you. Not everyone can say that. ... Family's not just the people you're related to by blood. There are other people who care about you. Like...Aveline.