Marian Hawke-Vallen

I smell chest hair and parchment.

*replaces Neve's Iipstick with licorice candy and runs away*

I'll take a page from my wife.

I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
Introduced her to my loved one and while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me 🎶

I heard some thirst going on so I thought I'd make an appearance. You know, I look even better with a giant sword in my hand.

Turquoise, Coral, maybe a little bit of hot pink but I'm not ready to fully commit to that yet.

*rummages for her good flannel*

I should attempt to fix my truck today...

*thirst trap pose*

*puts feet up and lights an elfroot cigar*

*dances to coffee and throws self in*

Ooh, thank you. Regardless of whether I'm hungry or not, I love a good stew.

Nah...I think I'm just ooc today *Frolicks*

I keep trying to lick my screen every time I see this go by.

*Wiggles* Maybe a more stolid voice is what I need to hear, today.

"Yes ma'am." Marian said and with a chivalrous bow of her head, she was off to find something suitable for her to wear.

Hawke grinned and watched Neve admire the new dress. She was pretty and the look on her face more so.

"All right. If it doesn't fit, let me know and I'll have it altered for you. Though...I might have to re-take your measurements: Fair warning."

"I'm glad you like it," Marian replied. Her face was red and she brushed the back of her short, black hair with a nervous hand and half looked at the ground.

"Just let me know if and when you want me to take you out. I'm still on the Inquisition's payroll, apparently, so money is no object."

since Hawke has detected she likes turquoise a lot, with tiny Shadow Dragon Emblems in gold leaf, on an artful turquoise and black sash that goes around her waist.

Hawke held her breath slightly, hoping she'd hit the mark.

"Well...hard to make good on a promise when you're in a fight for your life, but...I said I would."

The dress Marian has picked out fits Neve as if it were made for her (shock). It's sleeveless, but there is a matching shawl, black with turquoise accents

Hawke smiled warmly. "Well, yes and no. I want to apologize if I came off as...crass."

She hands over the box to Neve. "I hope I got your measurements right, and the color. If you don't like, my offer to go shopping with you still stands."

Well, hello. *Shows up with dress box in hand*

I believe I owe you a dress, too.

*notices Hunger and thinks about the poor, recovering pie shops*

Oh no.

*opens her eyes* Huh?

*notices the magic and chaos around her* *her weapon is destroyed and her hand is still broken. While Fear has a smoke bomb in its eyes, grabs the Inquisitior's chair, which is unbroken and hits the demon with it*

*unpauses self and waits for her destruction*

Hawke knew this was the end if the party didn't get here soon. She breathed heavily, blood dripping on to the ground.

"Turn around huh? I guess I have no choice." She turned her back to Fear with the amount of sass only a Purple Hawke could do.

Marian took a direct impact to her curiass which blocked some of the damage, but not all. She bled from several wounds, but didn't show that it affected her.

"I know you are but what am I?" She taunted. Her axe was now stuck in the monster, and she knew she didn't have the strength to get it out.

"No! You lie. And you offer nothing. You are nothing."

*Swings harder and connects* *She yelps in pain but it's a hard hit and deep*

*Hawke landed hard and picked up her axe. Her hand ached and burned and she could barely hold it. She let out a loud roar the good ol Ferelden way, hoping to taunt Fear into making a mistake and she made another run, slicing down as hard as she could*

Do your worst! But let my friend go!

* Her hand is definitely broken, but she fights through the pain and unsheaths her field knife and plunges into Spider Face's neck*

"Spare me. I shall weep tears this very instant!" She says with sarcasm.