It's honestly gotten to the point where Hawke doesn't question much anymore. Crazy Wardens gathering in the desert doing blood magic for evil magisters? All right. Corypheus back from the dead and making it rain demons? Fine. Walking physically through the Fade with some bloke that has a magic glowing hand and the semi-corporeal manifestation of the dead Divine with a Fear Demon breathing down their necks? Neat.
This is kind of new, though. Hawke has never had a visit to the Fade that he's really liked, but mosquitos are just drawing the line, really. He smacks one on his bicep that just got a taste of his tasty, tasty blood, memories of unpleasant summers mucking out stables on the farm in Ferelden coming to mind as he explores this new area. He'd realized just a short while ago that he's alone, so he's on high alert, axe slung over his shoulder as he follows the distant sound of someone's voice. He knows that voice, and even if it's just the Fade playing tricks it's the only one he hears right now so he's going to take that excuse and run with it, thank you very much.
At first, he doesn't want to believe it's him. Demons know where to hit him, after all, and 'Fenris is going to die' hangs over his head whether he chooses to succumb to Demon Mind Games 101 or not-- but he's just a man, and even if the image of a distressed Fenris before him is a hallucination designed to make him drop his guard, he can't bear to see his love in any kind of danger.
"Fenris!" he calls out as he advances, gripping his weapon, ready to swing at the first demon he sees-- whether it's the elf's demons or his own.
Lisa Frank - well hello there~!
This is kind of new, though. Hawke has never had a visit to the Fade that he's really liked, but mosquitos are just drawing the line, really. He smacks one on his bicep that just got a taste of his tasty, tasty blood, memories of unpleasant summers mucking out stables on the farm in Ferelden coming to mind as he explores this new area. He'd realized just a short while ago that he's alone, so he's on high alert, axe slung over his shoulder as he follows the distant sound of someone's voice. He knows that voice, and even if it's just the Fade playing tricks it's the only one he hears right now so he's going to take that excuse and run with it, thank you very much.
At first, he doesn't want to believe it's him. Demons know where to hit him, after all, and 'Fenris is going to die' hangs over his head whether he chooses to succumb to Demon Mind Games 101 or not-- but he's just a man, and even if the image of a distressed Fenris before him is a hallucination designed to make him drop his guard, he can't bear to see his love in any kind of danger.
"Fenris!" he calls out as he advances, gripping his weapon, ready to swing at the first demon he sees-- whether it's the elf's demons or his own.