Hawke's journal

-=Hawke's outside today, squaring off with his Lockjaw. They both stare at each other, both unmoving as something unheard by the general public actually sets Hawke off. As the Lockjaw watches, Hawke attempts to practice something like this with the animal as a partner of sorts.=-

I have not had troubles with dance before. -=Hawke doesn't look entirely pleased with this as he tries to work on 'lifting' on the balls of his feet.=- There is little dancing. Not the way I learned it. It is...posturing like great birds do.

-=A turn, holding his arm out, and a :/ expression on his face.=- There truly is nothing more than this to dance? You do not truly touch another. There is no holding one close and sharing with their breath. It is... hopping on feet very slowly.

-=Yeah, that little flutter of his feet for a dance step? He executes it well enough, but he feels silly.=-

There will be other dances at this party, yes? Please?

-=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.=-

-=Threes years in this city, and he still doesn't know how to make filters. That or he doesn't care to know.=-

Roy.

I want to help.

She is my sister.

-=Hawke comes on the PCD. He looks quiet and withdrawn as he peers at the camera through his hair. It's not often he looks like this, and for him it's a clear sign of his insecurity.=-

This is only an event, is it not? The Animus are... the pattern has changed.

...Barh'nas would know what to do. -=He's outside, watching his little gardens get flooded.=- He would be able to move the water to somewhere else. But where can the water be moved?


-=There's a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning, but it doesn't bother him as he looks around.=-

Are there underground rivers? Or a cave to drain some of the water away?

-=He's been up since before dawn to watch the sun rise. And the entire time his gaze has been leveled on the smoke and the black dot in the distance. It was new. Something was unusual. And he could feel life there.=-

I am going to see what is there. I feel blood there, but no one knows if it is safe or not.

-=He has his black knife at his side and a bag over his shoulder.=-

If anyone wishes to come, they may.

-=Back in his normal garb, he makes a small face in the PCD. Hawke is back to his mostly free hair, shirtless chest and a long skirt/loin cloth (or so people hope, considering no one can see below what the screen shows)=-


I still hate pants.


-=The revelation of someone who's been hit by the what-if event, ladies and gentlemen. He's still not certain if he should be grateful or not for it.=-

-=Hawke is lounging comfortably in his home up against a black scaled piece of furniture. And if he's inside, then he has no shirt.=-

On the next sunrise, it will be a day that is important for many people on Earth. My lovers are all home. -=Implying both those from his homeworld and those who have returned home.=-

I do not wish to be alone, and I know there are others who do not as well. I will welcome all for a meal here, if they wish.

-=There is a low growl and Hawke leans back, reaching upwards to pet the creature underneath him. The act shows off his muscles, and he seems oblivious of the actions.=-

Though, I do understand. There are others who have lovers here, and family. I wish everyone well.





Riza. I there anything I should be doing to help prepare for your marriage?



[[Someone has to suggest to Hawke a bachelorette party!]]

-=The aftermath of the snowball war is apparent everywhere. Trampled snow, destroyed forts, knocked over building debris and trees...

But one tree stands alone. And Hawke's there, busily carving names in the highest portions of the trunk, letting them winding down towards the base by the snow trampled ground.

He's currently working on his own name, a design of swirls and points in a language that no one would really know here. It's his full name, a name that he has revealed to no one here, not even lovers. Hawke takes his time, brushing off bits of bark here and there. When he's finally done, he sighs softly, touching the markings longingly. A moment later he pulls his cloak closer to his body and continues on with the work. He must have been out there for a while now, since he's wearing a heaving cloth around his waist that's down to his ankles, a tunic and the cloak.=-