Scattered
RDA: I own nothing
When Fenris left, Hawke was depressed. Hs thoughts and feelings scattered like a broken vase smashed on the floor. Time didn't fit the same way into Hawke's life. He couldn't sleep and tasks seemed more difficult. Magic didn't have the same warmth but now had a distinct chill. His magic had forced the man he loved away from him Hawke had always disliked being a mage but now he hated it and himself. The glimmer of wonder had left his eyes and Hawke was left a scattered mess.