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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[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.=-

[She holds the kiss a moment longer than she'd intended, reluctant to pull away. When she does, she manages a smile, even though she can feel tears building in her eyes.]

One week's time, yes?

Yes. Less than. -=He holds her hands a little longer and smiles.=- Be strong, Juliet.

I shall. One week's time is not so long, after all.

[She squeezes his hands.]

Have a safe journey.

Be safe here. -=Okay, he reeeeeeeally has to go now. Trying to go get his gear again.=-

I shall.

[She lets him go, but will stand and watch him until he disappears from sight.]

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