a. It started with Bethany's laughter. Relm heard it from behind her one day while at home. At first, when she saw nothing, she wrote it off as a trick from her mind. But then, as she would walk about the city doing whatever, she'd catch fleeting images from the corner of her eye: a flash of her red scarf, a toss of her hair...
Finally, after almost an entire day of slowly being convinced she was losing her mind, Relm comes face to face with her. Her sister, forever 18 and young, smiles as she walks up next to her. The ghost says nothing, just stands and watches Relm.
"Beth? Are you...? You came here, too?"
The ghost just smiles wider. Almost too wide. It's unsettling; Hawke frowns. "Why aren't you saying anything? Beth-"
There's a sigh, and the ghost disappears.
Hawke just stands there, eyes a little wide for a moment as what just happened sinks in.
b. But Bethany's not the only one who comes back to visit Relm this month. Really, in hindsight Relm should have expected this would happen.
As she passes by a park late one night, she hears someone wailing. The sound scrapes down her back like nails on a chalkboard. Despite her gut telling her to turn and run, whoever is crying sounds distressed. Relm ventures closer to the source of the sound until she comes upon someone bent over and crying. The park bench blocks a lot of her view, but Hawke still draws nearer. "Hello?"
By the time she realizes who it is, it's too late. Leandra turns around, eyes not her own staring at Hawke as she begins to get up. Relm gasps, stumbling back. "No-"
Leandra shambles forward. Her appearance flickers, and for a moment, she looks normal before flickering back. "My little girl..."
"Stop-"
And she's back to normal again, her brow furrowed and tone chiding, "Relm. Tone, please." Just as quickly as she changed, she's back to the shambling corpse, voice distant. "You've made me so proud..."
Relm screams before flinging streaks of lightning at the ghost. When the dust settles, Leandra is gone... for now. Hawke bends over, hands braced on her knees as her fingers dig in. "Fuck..."
c. Hawke's taken to sitting by the river and letting the sound of the running water drown out everything. The ghosts don't seem to come as often here, at least for her, and if nothing else, she can jump into the river and peace out pretty quickly. Okay, it's a little drastic, but she's getting rather tired of this...
Then someone sits next to her. And considering she heard no footsteps, she's fairly sure it's another ghost. Relm clenches her jaw, looking over to see who it is.
Her father smiles at her, sitting on the riverbank just like she is: knees up and elbows resting on them. His dark hair is lined with strands of gray. It's not all Relm inherited from him: her eyes, her smile, her magic... all from him.
A lump forms in her throat. While she loved Bethany and her mother, and mourns them, Malcolm is the one she misses the most. He'd been her rock, and the only person in her family who really understood her. Strange to remember, then, that it's been over thirteen years since she last saw him.
"...you're not going to do anything creepy like Mother and Bethany, are you?"
There's a hint of a laugh as Malcolm shakes his head, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks." Relm leans her head against his hand. It's cold; so different from the warmth she remembers always radiating off of him. But she doesn't care. It's better than nothing. And even though he'll disappear soon enough, she'll cling to this for as long as she can. "...I miss you."
2) Feast of the Dying
Luckily, Relm isn't being haunted 24/7. When her ghosts give her room to breathe, Hawke's finding herself getting caught up in all this masquerade business. She hated the parties in Kirkwall, and the masks remind her a lot of Orlais. But there's no one she has to schmooze with, and no fat, pompous nobles to drone on at her about the declining value of Antivan flour mills. Also, no poorly veiled hints at marriage arrangements. And the masks are just for the night. All these things are agreeable enough that she decides to give the masquerade a try.
Though her casual wear hardly screams fashionable, Relm does, surprisingly, have some taste in formalwear. Her dress and her mask match, at the very least. She's even wearing jewelry! Shock and awe! Granted, just a simple bracelet and necklace, but still.
Wine in hand, Hawke looks around, taking in the scenery and the people. Despite what should be a plain room, it looks so much like a creepy castle somewhere. Lightning flashes from the windows occasionally, even though the weather is calm outside. She grins a little. "This is some impressive enchanting."
3) Wildcard
Feel free to start your own prompt! Hawke'll be down to do just about anything, except probably the tests of courage. She ain't fucking with the ghosts.
**warning for rather disturbing, graphic imagery here in regards to Leandra and possibly Bethany. For those not familiar with Hawke's canon, Leandra died after getting kidnapped and being subjected to a Frankenstein-ian project. Bethany died by being crushed by an ogre, so body horror and blood warnings apply
Relm Hawke; OTA (please read CWs at the bottom)
a. It started with Bethany's laughter. Relm heard it from behind her one day while at home. At first, when she saw nothing, she wrote it off as a trick from her mind. But then, as she would walk about the city doing whatever, she'd catch fleeting images from the corner of her eye: a flash of her red scarf, a toss of her hair...
Finally, after almost an entire day of slowly being convinced she was losing her mind, Relm comes face to face with her. Her sister, forever 18 and young, smiles as she walks up next to her. The ghost says nothing, just stands and watches Relm.
"Beth? Are you...? You came here, too?"
The ghost just smiles wider. Almost too wide. It's unsettling; Hawke frowns. "Why aren't you saying anything? Beth-"
There's a sigh, and the ghost disappears.
Hawke just stands there, eyes a little wide for a moment as what just happened sinks in.
b. But Bethany's not the only one who comes back to visit Relm this month. Really, in hindsight Relm should have expected this would happen.
As she passes by a park late one night, she hears someone wailing. The sound scrapes down her back like nails on a chalkboard. Despite her gut telling her to turn and run, whoever is crying sounds distressed. Relm ventures closer to the source of the sound until she comes upon someone bent over and crying. The park bench blocks a lot of her view, but Hawke still draws nearer. "Hello?"
By the time she realizes who it is, it's too late. Leandra turns around, eyes not her own staring at Hawke as she begins to get up. Relm gasps, stumbling back. "No-"
Leandra shambles forward. Her appearance flickers, and for a moment, she looks normal before flickering back. "My little girl..."
"Stop-"
And she's back to normal again, her brow furrowed and tone chiding, "Relm. Tone, please." Just as quickly as she changed, she's back to the shambling corpse, voice distant. "You've made me so proud..."
Relm screams before flinging streaks of lightning at the ghost. When the dust settles, Leandra is gone... for now. Hawke bends over, hands braced on her knees as her fingers dig in. "Fuck..."
c. Hawke's taken to sitting by the river and letting the sound of the running water drown out everything. The ghosts don't seem to come as often here, at least for her, and if nothing else, she can jump into the river and peace out pretty quickly. Okay, it's a little drastic, but she's getting rather tired of this...
Then someone sits next to her. And considering she heard no footsteps, she's fairly sure it's another ghost. Relm clenches her jaw, looking over to see who it is.
Her father smiles at her, sitting on the riverbank just like she is: knees up and elbows resting on them. His dark hair is lined with strands of gray. It's not all Relm inherited from him: her eyes, her smile, her magic... all from him.
A lump forms in her throat. While she loved Bethany and her mother, and mourns them, Malcolm is the one she misses the most. He'd been her rock, and the only person in her family who really understood her. Strange to remember, then, that it's been over thirteen years since she last saw him.
"...you're not going to do anything creepy like Mother and Bethany, are you?"
There's a hint of a laugh as Malcolm shakes his head, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks." Relm leans her head against his hand. It's cold; so different from the warmth she remembers always radiating off of him. But she doesn't care. It's better than nothing. And even though he'll disappear soon enough, she'll cling to this for as long as she can. "...I miss you."
2) Feast of the Dying
Luckily, Relm isn't being haunted 24/7. When her ghosts give her room to breathe, Hawke's finding herself getting caught up in all this masquerade business. She hated the parties in Kirkwall, and the masks remind her a lot of Orlais. But there's no one she has to schmooze with, and no fat, pompous nobles to drone on at her about the declining value of Antivan flour mills. Also, no poorly veiled hints at marriage arrangements. And the masks are just for the night. All these things are agreeable enough that she decides to give the masquerade a try.
Though her casual wear hardly screams fashionable, Relm does, surprisingly, have some taste in formalwear. Her dress and her mask match, at the very least. She's even wearing jewelry! Shock and awe! Granted, just a simple bracelet and necklace, but still.
Wine in hand, Hawke looks around, taking in the scenery and the people. Despite what should be a plain room, it looks so much like a creepy castle somewhere. Lightning flashes from the windows occasionally, even though the weather is calm outside. She grins a little. "This is some impressive enchanting."
3) Wildcard
Feel free to start your own prompt! Hawke'll be down to do just about anything, except probably the tests of courage. She ain't fucking with the ghosts.
**warning for rather disturbing, graphic imagery here in regards to Leandra and possibly Bethany. For those not familiar with Hawke's canon, Leandra died after getting kidnapped and being subjected to a Frankenstein-ian project. Bethany died by being crushed by an ogre, so body horror and blood warnings apply