One year; that was the deal to gain safe haven into Kirkwall from the blight that took Carver. One year of getting paid to kill people, the Mercenaries. Aveline objected immediately but smuggling required skills no one in their group had. And honestly Anna Hawke liked the idea of killing. Its only one year we can do a year with our hands tied behind our back. Hawke would say to herself. She needed to keep her spirits high after everything that happened on the way out of Loathering. Aveline's husband and Carver (it had been hard getting out and Hawke almost cried for Aveline's loss but she had to be strong.) After all Hawke had a reputation to keep up with. And crying herself to sleep every night over the loss of her brother was not part of this reputation.
Four months into their sentence. Hawke was up first it had become a habit of hers to stay out late walking the streets looking for common thugs then waking up early to do assassination jobs. Her assassinations were like works of art to her, the way blood would splatter and spray thick viscose red blood. Meeren the boss took notice of this and insisted Hawke training the newer recruits his reasoning for this was that Hawke was the best he has had in quite a long time and wanted to keep her skills after she left. However Hawke hated it with the deepest passion and most of her requites came back broken or dead sometimes but that's the way of the job. It was due to this that Meeren would often take Hawke aside and chat with her about jobs. He was a good boss after all, she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him but he was a good boss.
Five months in: Bethany and Aveline were out, it was summer in Kirkwall which meant hot humid. The two walked side by side in light armor Bethany hated mercenary work, hated hurting people. She knew it was necessary but never the less she still despised it add the fear of Templar's finding her and she was a stressed wreck. But she knew one thing for sure and that was her older sister wouldn't let the Templar's take her, not while she drew breath. It had been a promise Hawke had made when they entered Kirkwall and her older sister always kept her word. The thought of her sister made her stomach tighten Bethany didn't like violence but Hawke seemed drawn to it, she knew what Anna did at night the fights she had. She would come home covered in blood cut bleeding or worse she wouldn't come home instead she would work all night.
Bethany sighed heavily her eyes on the ground and her mind in her thoughts until Aveline said "Are you alright Bethany? You seem distracted"
"No I'm fine" She said with a smile "How is getting into the guard going?"
"Not good they don't much like Fereldens even if I did serve the king" She said heavily.
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be nothing to be done about it I just have to prove myself" She said
Bethany smiled again as a reply, knowing Aveline would make it into the guard she was too stubborn to give up on it. Hawke stood by the docs waiting for them in her found black leather armor a pair of daggers on her back.
"About time you too slow pokes got here" Hawke smiled "The targets are down there haven't moved in a while guess they're having a meeting"
"Then let's go crush it" Aveline said and the two of them walked down quickly Bethany in the rear. Their targets were a group of slavers Hawke didn't ask why they were killing them and honestly no one cared why they were slavers her older sister hated them as much as Templar's. There was a group of around seventeen Aveline and Hawke took the lead one after the other staying close to Bethany who was swinging fire balls. They were dispatched easily and they went off back to lowtown to get paid and waited for the next available job.
Eight months in: Aveline say in high town watching Hawke pace back and forth cursing under her breath. They had a mission to kill a noble man who didn't pay the thieves guild thus Meeren told his best to kill him. Hawke brought Aveline as a technicality due to Bethany's insistence that she shouldn't go alone. When the two women got there however the man was gone it was the only job Hawke had ever failed she hated it. She stood there swearing every unholy thing she could think of in her frustration.
"Calm down Hawke. I'm sure he will pop up eventually" Aveline said after a bit.
Hawke groaned in frustration brushing hair from her face and sat down next to her "Yeah I know I don't like losing"
Aveline laughed "I know you don't" The two of them laughed and Hawke sighed again as she looked up at the sky. "Your mother said you used to have an estate up here"
"Yeah I think we did at one point. I'd hate to live here though it's to stuffy and full of prudes who can't save them self's" Hawke sighed "But any thing would be better than where we are. "
Aveline laughed again "Where would you rather live in Darktown?" sarcasm was deeply present.
"No just I miss home a little." Hawke sighed looking back down at Aveline who had a twisted look on her face "Sorry"
"Don't be. You think you could go back?" Aveline asked as Hawke snorted a laugh "You've been talking to Bethany again haven't you"
"Only a little" Aveline laughed as Hawke sighed dodging the question as a group of thugs walked up.
Hawke smiled evil a perfect outlet for her rage, they were dispatched quickly Aveline didn't even need to get up. She sighed heavily as Hawke looted the bodies and they walked back to low town in silence. Aveline walked home to talk to Ms. Amell while Hawke reported the man was gone. After a half hour she walked in with a yawn.
"Welcome home dear!" leiandra said from the small fire place.
Hawke waved slightly with a smile and walked into her and Bethany's room. Since Loathering Hawks avoided her mother, honestly once you say a sibling's death was your fault there's really nothing else to be said. She pulled off her armor and fixed the blankets on the floor laid down and fell asleep listening to Mother and Aveline talking about Ferelden. The amulet the witch of the wilds gave Hawke weighed on her spirit, she needed to take care of that as soon as possible it made her uneasy to have an open promise.
