"Father used to drive Mother up a wall," Garrett laughed into his tankard, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Always joking. And he'd always sneak off when there was work to be done." Across from him, Marian grinned. "She used to threaten to tan his hide just as soon as the rest of us. Could you imagine it? Carver, me and Father standing there waiting for the switch." He snorted. "But not Bethany. Ohhhh no."
Marian laughed, shaking her head. "Maker, no, not Beth. Carver gave her so much grief as a child that I think they always believed her when she pulled something." She smiled lopsidedly. "After he nailed her braid while she slept, I think she deserved it."
He nearly spit out his drink when he laughed. "Oh, I had forgotten about that! Poor Bethany." He set his tankard down. "Poor Bethany."
Marian nodded absently. "Poor Bethany."
Since Marian's departure from her 'reality' - something they both still didn't quite understand or know how to explain - they'd been running with the idea that she was distantly related to Garrett (very distantly, he had to remind people), a lie that no one really quite believed. She knew too much, grew too comfortable with the other companions in such a short span of time. But not everything was the same; this was still a world where Bethany was dead and Carver was with the Wardens, far away from Kirkwall.
"I miss her too," Marian said gently. "I know it's...not the same here, but I haven't seen her in nearly three years, since the Qunari incident." But her sister's absence was certainly felt in the great expanse of Kirkwall, even if she hadn't experienced Bethany's death personally. It was as if a piece of home had been thrown away when she stepped through the mirror.
To make matters worse, Garrett was always being watched by the Knight-Commander and Marian's arrival did not go without careful scrutiny. The Hawkes were on thin ice. There was no peace in Kirkwall. Not any longer.
"I wouldn't want her here," Garrett said, rising to his feet. When he took a step back, it wasn't without stumbling. The two bottles standing upright on the table in front of him spoke to the reason, even if he'd split them evenly with the other Hawke. "Not with Meredith two steps from cuffing me. I wouldn't be able to fathom what would happen to Bethany here." He made his way over to the bed and flopped down. "Void take Meredith," he grumbled, closing his eyes.
Marian chuckled softly, the sound lacking mirth. She stood and followed him over, sitting at his side. "Can you imagine how Father would react, though?" she said softly, scooting back towards the head of the bed. She tugged at his arm until he turned to properly lay down, kicking his boots off along the way. Marian coaxed him to rest his head in her lap as she continued speaking, her smile small and whimsical. "She'd come to collect his children and he'd probably freeze her on the spot. Turn her into a Templar icicle." Garrett chuckled and she smiled, absently running nimble rogue fingers through his hair. "He'd have no patience for her."
"Oh, come now," he said between chuckles. "He'd probably do a damn good job of hiding our magic in the first place. He would just take every opportunity imaginable to be cheeky with her, mock her with false platitudes. He'd be the most insufferable nobleman of them all." They laughed together and he turned, looking up into her face. "You have his eyes, you know."
She smiled, moving a hand down to tug briefly at his beard. "And you have his laziness. You should trim sometime."
He grinned. "My dear lady, don't tell me my stubble bothers you." His smile widened when she laughed.
"That's no stubble, you wretch. It's like moss growing on a stone." She tugged again and he chuckled. "Just like his."
"Didn't Mother used to nag him about the same thing?" One eyebrow lifted suggestively. "Perhaps we are starting to sound like an old married couple. You know..."
"No," she laughed, grabbing a pillow and smacking him with it. "You are impossible," Marian chided as he pulled the pillow away and turned himself to crawl up the bed, resting his chin on her stomach as she leaned back. "Absolutely impossible."
"And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?" he goaded, amber eyes gleaming like a cat's.
After a moment, she shook her head, settling hands on his face and pulling him up until they were nose-to-nose. "No. I suppose I wouldn't."
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Marian laughed, shaking her head. "Maker, no, not Beth. Carver gave her so much grief as a child that I think they always believed her when she pulled something." She smiled lopsidedly. "After he nailed her braid while she slept, I think she deserved it."
He nearly spit out his drink when he laughed. "Oh, I had forgotten about that! Poor Bethany." He set his tankard down. "Poor Bethany."
Marian nodded absently. "Poor Bethany."
Since Marian's departure from her 'reality' - something they both still didn't quite understand or know how to explain - they'd been running with the idea that she was distantly related to Garrett (very distantly, he had to remind people), a lie that no one really quite believed. She knew too much, grew too comfortable with the other companions in such a short span of time. But not everything was the same; this was still a world where Bethany was dead and Carver was with the Wardens, far away from Kirkwall.
"I miss her too," Marian said gently. "I know it's...not the same here, but I haven't seen her in nearly three years, since the Qunari incident." But her sister's absence was certainly felt in the great expanse of Kirkwall, even if she hadn't experienced Bethany's death personally. It was as if a piece of home had been thrown away when she stepped through the mirror.
To make matters worse, Garrett was always being watched by the Knight-Commander and Marian's arrival did not go without careful scrutiny. The Hawkes were on thin ice. There was no peace in Kirkwall. Not any longer.
"I wouldn't want her here," Garrett said, rising to his feet. When he took a step back, it wasn't without stumbling. The two bottles standing upright on the table in front of him spoke to the reason, even if he'd split them evenly with the other Hawke. "Not with Meredith two steps from cuffing me. I wouldn't be able to fathom what would happen to Bethany here." He made his way over to the bed and flopped down. "Void take Meredith," he grumbled, closing his eyes.
Marian chuckled softly, the sound lacking mirth. She stood and followed him over, sitting at his side. "Can you imagine how Father would react, though?" she said softly, scooting back towards the head of the bed. She tugged at his arm until he turned to properly lay down, kicking his boots off along the way. Marian coaxed him to rest his head in her lap as she continued speaking, her smile small and whimsical. "She'd come to collect his children and he'd probably freeze her on the spot. Turn her into a Templar icicle." Garrett chuckled and she smiled, absently running nimble rogue fingers through his hair. "He'd have no patience for her."
"Oh, come now," he said between chuckles. "He'd probably do a damn good job of hiding our magic in the first place. He would just take every opportunity imaginable to be cheeky with her, mock her with false platitudes. He'd be the most insufferable nobleman of them all." They laughed together and he turned, looking up into her face. "You have his eyes, you know."
She smiled, moving a hand down to tug briefly at his beard. "And you have his laziness. You should trim sometime."
He grinned. "My dear lady, don't tell me my stubble bothers you." His smile widened when she laughed.
"That's no stubble, you wretch. It's like moss growing on a stone." She tugged again and he chuckled. "Just like his."
"Didn't Mother used to nag him about the same thing?" One eyebrow lifted suggestively. "Perhaps we are starting to sound like an old married couple. You know..."
"No," she laughed, grabbing a pillow and smacking him with it. "You are impossible," Marian chided as he pulled the pillow away and turned himself to crawl up the bed, resting his chin on her stomach as she leaned back. "Absolutely impossible."
"And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?" he goaded, amber eyes gleaming like a cat's.
After a moment, she shook her head, settling hands on his face and pulling him up until they were nose-to-nose. "No. I suppose I wouldn't."