Hawke
The Sorcerer
"I had to bring you back...whatever it was that Gothel did it had to be undone, I couldn't live with the thought of her dominating you after all that hurt she caused."
He wasn't trying to excuse himself for throwing her in the lake, as he'd told her, people do crazy things when they're in love. Getting out of the cold was a welcome thing, he'd be content just to rest for a while, he'd been working hard to keep his promise to Oriana and Blackhaven's residents didn't make it easy on him.
Winston had decorated the Arcana Cabana more for Oriana's sake than Declan's, there was no sign of Merida or Crane thankfully, as Oriana would note on Declan when he was changing his clothes, was the mark on his left bicep changed, this would be his final mark. But also that he was a mess of bruises and small cuts on his back and torso, part of this was due to his encounter with his brothers, the others simply trying to find Oriana's sister.
He wasn't moving with any pain, he was merely trying to warm up a bit, he hated colder weather to him it seemed to last forever.
"I've got some mangoes, Winston was trying to get me to eat something other than sandwiches..."
The bulldog was in the process of making them something hot to eat as well as customary hot chocolate, he'd start Christmas dinner in the latter part of the morning, as now it was approaching midnight.
Declan placed the staff by their bedside, his specific side, their room hadn't changed at all, Declan was trying his hardest to keep things as Oriana had remembered, and if she wanted to rearrange things she could, but for now he was just happy she was home.
He wasn't trying to excuse himself for throwing her in the lake, as he'd told her, people do crazy things when they're in love. Getting out of the cold was a welcome thing, he'd be content just to rest for a while, he'd been working hard to keep his promise to Oriana and Blackhaven's residents didn't make it easy on him.
Winston had decorated the Arcana Cabana more for Oriana's sake than Declan's, there was no sign of Merida or Crane thankfully, as Oriana would note on Declan when he was changing his clothes, was the mark on his left bicep changed, this would be his final mark. But also that he was a mess of bruises and small cuts on his back and torso, part of this was due to his encounter with his brothers, the others simply trying to find Oriana's sister.
He wasn't moving with any pain, he was merely trying to warm up a bit, he hated colder weather to him it seemed to last forever.
"I've got some mangoes, Winston was trying to get me to eat something other than sandwiches..."
The bulldog was in the process of making them something hot to eat as well as customary hot chocolate, he'd start Christmas dinner in the latter part of the morning, as now it was approaching midnight.
Declan placed the staff by their bedside, his specific side, their room hadn't changed at all, Declan was trying his hardest to keep things as Oriana had remembered, and if she wanted to rearrange things she could, but for now he was just happy she was home.