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Marian Hawke attracts a curious type of fortune. (justoneweek) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2012-05-31 13:05:00

Entry tags:

!complete, fenris, marian hawke

WHO: Marian and Fenris
WHERE: Shopping and snarling.
WHY: Because awkward dreams are awkward.
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
WARNING: PG13 ish for massive UST

Hawke was cross.

The dreams had alternated every night; fight the man with the horns, watch the hippie blow up the Church. In the dreams, she talked in a vague accent and while most the words sounded English, they had meanings that she clearly didn’t understand in her waking hours. And then there were words that were entirely not English, but were fraught with things like portent and danger.

It was giving her a headache.

Then there was the Fenris angle. The stupid, irritating Fenris angle. Every other week he went with her to the wholesalers to pick up specialty liquors she couldn’t get without a ridiculous upcharge from the distributor. They’d snipe, irritate and cajole, but this week she was legitimately cranky.

In the dreams she loved him. It was absolutely horrifying.

Scowling, she tried to reach one of the top shelf scotches. She wasn’t a short woman, but this was just far too high to put up something glass.

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onlytheliving
2012-05-31 09:14 pm UTC (link)

If Hawke ever mentioned anything about those dreams to Fenris, it would be incredibly likely that he'd laugh her out of the room. He could barely tolerate the woman at the best of times, found her staffing solutions lacking and her inability to hold her alcohol (at best) mildly hilarious.

As long as those weren't mentioned, though, he would, at least, be slightly useful to her. Here, that extended to him reaching for the bottle and rather unceremoniously dropping it into her hands. "Is this the only reason you bring me along, Hawke? To accommodate for your... vertically-challenged nature?"

Well, that and carrying the heavier things. That was probably the other part of it.

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justoneweek
2012-05-31 09:24 pm UTC (link)

"Packmule," she grumbled, putting the scotch in the cart and pushing it towards the mixers. "Granted, the real ones tend to have better tempers but they poop everywhere. You're housebroken, right?"

Sure, he was handsome. Ridiculously so, actually but their relationship was strained professional at best and straight up antagonistic at worst. In the dream, his hair was stark white, and he was covered in strange tattoos that she somehow knew were made of magic.

She needed to lay off the Doritos before bed.

"I'm hiring two more busboys. You shouldn't have to clean up after some idiot sorority girl's mixed drink for a bit." It was a concession. Maybe a white flag.

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onlytheliving
2012-05-31 09:38 pm UTC (link)

She should probably have also laid off giving Fenris incredibly strange mental images, if the look on his face was anything to go by. "Unlike some of your club's patrons, yes."

The idea of Hawke giving him mercy of any kind made him arch an eyebrow. She'd seemingly been taking great pleasure in sticking him in all manner of pleasant situations, largely involving drunken girls and their inability to hold their alcohol. "You've warned them of the absolute insanity they're sure to face, correct?"

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justoneweek
2012-05-31 10:20 pm UTC (link)

“I was honest enough. One of them doesn’t seem to mind, he said he’s worked in worse. The other is an aspiring comedian.” The grimace she gave was likely mirrored. Those tended to be more trouble than they were worth.

She eyed the sours, feeling a sudden kindred spirit to the liquid.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“Fenris? Have you heard about this whole stupid dream thing?”

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	onlytheliving 2012-06-01 07:47 pm UTC (link)
	Another one of them? As far as Fenris had seen, they invited disaster more than anything... perhaps this one would buck the trend. If they were lucky. "You mean the ones people keep posting about on that network you force me to pay attention to?" Him, bitter? Of course not. "There must be something in the water." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

justoneweek
2012-06-01 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Yeah, this would go nowhere good.

“I don’t force you, I suggested you might find it interesting. All you do is work, you know.” Hawke shrugged, putting four bottles of mixers in the cart. “And I guess… I think I’m having them too. Clearly I need to drink less water.”

Pointedly not looking at him, she charged on. “You’re in them, actually. You and that Varric guy and a bunch of other people I don’t know, but in the dream I do.”

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onlytheliving
2012-06-01 09:05 pm UTC (link)

In some strange way, Hawke did have a point. Not that Fenris would ever admit such a thing to her face - what was the point in their rivalry if he even considered it?

"Myself, Varric and you? It sounds like some sort of set-up for a bad joke..." He wouldn't put that past her, in all honesty. He knew her type of humour. "What kind of terrible things are we getting up to, then?"

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justoneweek
2012-06-01 09:44 pm UTC (link)

God, because this conversation needed to be more awkward.

“Well, I could throw fire, for starters. It was bizarre. A woman named Isabela had made a giant man with horns very cross, and I fought in her place, which was your brilliant idea, by the way. I won, you’ll be relieved to know.” Her tone was flippant but there was an undercurrent of something else. Fear? Hawke wasn’t afraid of anything, and she wasn’t starting now. It was probably closer to a plead for belief. Validation. Anything to hear she wasn’t going crazy.

She wasn’t going to hold her breath, however.

“The other dream I was standing next to you with the others, and a church blew up. That’s all that happens, but I know that one of my friends did it. And in that moment, I know I have to kill him. I don’t know why, just that everything has changed, and he has to be stopped. That he’s not himself any longer.” She rubbed her forehead.

“Go ahead. I’m waiting for it.”

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onlytheliving
2012-06-02 02:48 pm UTC (link)

It was entirely possible that Hawke had gone completely insane. Throwing fire, giant men with horns... Fenris would go down the diplomatic route, just this once. "Are you sure you've not just been watching too many terrible fantasy movies? Your taste in them is rather lacking..."

Much like her taste in, well, pretty much everything. It was so incredibly rare that they agreed that he really had to wonder what kept him working for her.

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justoneweek
2012-06-02 05:17 pm UTC (link)

She wondered that almost daily, actually.

"Laugh all you want. I mean, you're going to anyway." They were at the check out now, and Hawke paid and grabbed her share of the bags. They'd taken her SUV, since obviously there was enough room for all of the drinks it took to keep a reasonable part of Southern California drunk.

"And you're probably right," she said finally, opening up the back of the Escalade. "It's just..."

Laying on the floor of the car was the armor she had been wearing in her dream about the church. She stopped dead, all color draining from her face. In another woman, you might be worried about her fainting.

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onlytheliving
2012-06-02 10:11 pm UTC (link)

She was now carting around medieval-esque armour in her SUV? True, she'd probably put stranger things in there since Fenris had started working for her, but it was honestly starting to push it, especially so soon after talking about insane dreams.

"Something from your dream, I assume?" You could say what you would about him, he knew how to add two and two together sometimes. "This is all part of some vast conspiracy, isn't it?"

It made more sense than the alternative.

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	justoneweek 2012-06-02 10:27 pm UTC (link)
	Hawke just stood staring at the armor, for a second unaware of anything but it's absolute corporeality. It wasn't possible. Yet here it was. "In the dreams, we love each other." She didn't know why she said it. It just tumbled out. "So clearly, this is one big stupid joke." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	onlytheliving 2012-06-02 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	Fenris arched an eyebrow. Him? In love with someone like Hawke? Cosmic joke of the century, bravo, everyone can go home. True, the woman wasn't exactly unattractive, but the sheer idiocy of some of her actions was enough to put anyone off. "Perhaps it's to do with your siblings. They seem to be spending an awful lot of time skulking around your club." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	justoneweek 2012-06-02 11:11 pm UTC (link)
	They couldn't manage the dreams, she immediately replied, thankfully only in her head. Hawke was getting a headache. "Whatever. It's all just clearly a gag." Had she told anyone about the armor? Did it matter? "Let's get these back to the club. The new boys will be there in a few hours." She was back to scowling. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	onlytheliving 2012-06-03 01:12 pm UTC (link)
	With her back to scowling, it was almost like nothing had changed. True, he now half-expected her to throw fire at someone if they annoyed her, but that was a little besides the point. "As long as we get there before the 'comedian' tries anything." Last time he'd arrived late with one of those on, the end result had been less than pretty. (Reply to this) (Parent)