golden_hawke

-=While Hawke's stores are over stuffed with apples, he himself looks like he's ready to take a trip. He has a cloak on with fur lining, a spear, his shoulder bag, and his black obsidian knife. Off to the side a giant, scaly tail can be seen waving back and forth slowly.=-

I know it is time to work on the apples, but I have more important things I must do, for now. I do not wish to worry anyone. -=He pauses there as if he wants to say a name. But he doesn't.=-

I must go and train. I will be out in the wastes with [Darkling]. When I return, I will be very tired. I may stay at Unohana's for some time. -=Because there must be food to be eaten and Hawke's preparing for the worst, which is he'll be too zoned to prepare it himself.=-

If I do not return by the seventh sunset, then begin to worry. -=But there's a small smile.=- As long as this heart beats, I will not make you worry.

-=There's another thought. He wants to say something else, but he's quiet as he touches his fist to the top of his sternum and then lets it slide down to the center of his torso. The fist opens up so that his hand is splayed flat and that is when the feed ends.=-

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-=Those hand motions were meant for her, even though she wouldn't know what they meant.=-

Yes. The city has too many people, and my magic is not meant for others to learn.

-=But he tries to assuage her fears!=-

My pet will be with me? He will not let harm come.

[She nods. Even if she doesn't like it, she can understand why it's necessary.]

That makes sense. You will take care, I know. I only wish you did not have to be gone for so long a time. I do not trust the Wastes at all.

Is there anything that needs doing whilst you are gone? Anything that needs mending, or washing?

You are too kind to offer. -=He bows his head, bending lower than usual.=-

I am not certain of what does and what does not need mending. I am not so good with a needle and thread, but enough that things do not fall off. -=Much to his chagrin.=-

But I will need tea. And rest, and food when I return. I trust someone will be there to tend to me for that?

Perhaps when you return, we should look through your garments and take stock of what needs mending. You do not wish to be ill prepared for winter.

[She smiles.]

Tea and food, I can provide, though I know not exactly how you make your sort of tea. You may have to instruct me on its preparation. And I can read to you, if you like, to help you rest.

Yes, that would be best. -=He's almost forgotten what it's like to be cared for, and to care for in return.=-

I will teach. And I will enjoy reading. -=Since he really can't do much of it himself.=-

I shall visit the library, then, and see what books I may find that will prove interesting. What sorts of stories do you prefer?

[She glances down, then back at him.]

When do you depart for your training? Have I a chance to see you before you leave?

If there are stories that you like, I would like to hear them.

-=He catches the look=-

I wish to leave soon, but I will stay if you wish to see me.

Then I shall take care in my choosing of stories.

I - I will not keep you waiting long, then. I need only to fetch my shawl before I step outside.

[She is enjoying the fact that Tybalt has turned into a later sleeper than she; it is so much easier to slip out of the house if he is not awake.]

-=Naughty girl.=-

I will wait.

-=And he does with his gear set off to the side, his face heavy in thought as he scratches the pad of his thumb directly across the blade of his black knife.=-

[She grins and curtsies before turning off her feed and taking her shawl from the dresser. She is careful to step lightly as she leaves the house, lest her cousin hear her and think to ask where she is going. Once outside, she hurries to Hawke's home, the physical exertion warming her as much as her shawl.]

Hawke?

[She does not like the serious look on his face; it makes her worry.]

-=He knew she was there for quite some time, but it's not until he hears her voice that he looks up.=-

Juliet. -=There's a quiet expression now, The worry still there, but he smiles. And he sets the knife down to reach out for her.=-

[Seeing him smile makes her smile in return, even though the worry still lingers in her eyes. She takes his hand and steps into his arms without hesitation.]

I hope I have not kept you waiting long. You seem ready to depart at any moment.

[She noticed his gear nearby.]

-=Oh. A hug. He'll take that and pull her in close.=-

You have not. I did not mind waiting.

[She wraps her arms around him tightly.]

I wish you did not have to go to the Wastes. Are there not monsters there?

I will be well here. There may be monsters, but there are others here who can be as generous, if not more.

-=A soft, purr and a nuzzle to her hair.=-

My First is a hunter and taught me how to read and track animals, even those I did not know well. I will be careful.

I know. I know that you will be careful. I still fear the strangeness of the Wastes, though. They could pull you away for months, and have it seem like minutes to you.

[She smiles at that and relaxes against him.]

You will say the moment you have returned to the city?

I will. -=And he squeezes her tighter than ever.=-

I am glad for that. I know you say not to worry, but I will worry until I see you again. I cannot help it.

[She is most grateful for the hug, and returns it with as much force as she can.]

Will you welcome me when I return home?

-=Distractions are always good, and he's an expert of that as he rumbles darkly.=-

[She nods.]

Of course I shall.

[And then she flushes slightly, remembering her lesson on exactly how the Faunlyn welcomed their dear ones home.]

Then I will dream of the time I return home. -=His mouth is close to her ear as he practically breathes those words.=- And every day will be like a turn for me.

[She shivers in his arms, and it isn't from the chill in the air.]

And I shall pray every night that you return home safely, and successful in your training.

Spoken like true Faunlyn. -=A deep breath and he starts to unwind himself.=-

You make me not want to go. May I have a kiss, Juliet?

[She lets him pull away reluctantly.]

I would not keep you from your duties, Hawke. That would be selfish of me, and most unfair to you.

[She takes his hands and leans up to press her lips to his.]

-=There's a low, pleased rumble in his throat when she kisses. He doesn't deepen it even if he wanted to, but he does let his fingers caress over her cheeks and jaw.=-

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