Hawke sat in the armchair in her Estate, staring into the fire. Yesterday had been the worst day of her life. She could still see her mother's face as she clung to this world, her eyes fading as what ever magic the mage had used was leaving her. There were stitch marks all over her body where that bastard had tried to reconstruct her into the form of his dead wife. It was the sickest form of magic Hawke had ever seen. She felt bile rise in her throat once more as she remembered the horrifying state she had found Leandra in. How could anyone do that to another person? Lana closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the flashbacks: cutting of Gascard's head, breaking the neck of the mage responsible, holding Leandra as she lay dying in her arms, the smell of rotting flesh.
Once again fury burned in her blood. She had just explained to Gamlen what she had seen. The man broke down in tears and blamed her for not taking care of her mother. It was like Bethany and Carver all over again. She couldn't save Carver from the Ogre, she couldn't save Bethany from the Templars and now...Leandra. Hawke grabbed a handful of her hair in both hands. She was starting to lose it. Maybe the Templars were right to lock the mages up. What would Bethany think if she heard me say that? Lana asked herself, disgusted that the thought had entered her mind. The magic that ran in her family had always been a curse though, a curse which Bethany and her Father had suffered from. She had never considered having magic a bad thing before yesterday. Her father had taught Bethany to use it sensibly. Lana wished it wasn't just mages who could be made tranquil. She didn't want to feel anymore pain.
"I wish you hadn't told me what that bastard did!" Gamlen cried. "I wish I hadn't asked."
He was sitting in the armchair beside hers, sobbing into his hands. Lana couldn't look at him. She was holding a quill and parchment in her hand, trying to write a letter to Bethany to explain what had happened, that they were both orphans now. Her shaking hand was hovering over the page, ink dripping from the quill all over it. She didn't even know where to begin. Should I start with the fact that I broke my promise to you about taking care of Mother?...Or should I just jump into the juicy story of how she was tortured and killed by a necromancer? Suddenly Quentin's face appeared in her mind once more. The agony that tore at her now was killing her. Unable to sit there any longer, she stood up suddenly. The ink bottle on the arm of the chair crashed to the floor along with the quill and parchment, spilling all over the place. Gamlen looked up. He saw the torture on Lana's face. She was shaking.
"I...I'll write the letter to Bethany, dear," he said as strongly as he could, getting up and placing a hand on her arm. It was his turn to be strong for her for a change. He was sickened just by hearing about Leandra's final moments. Maker knows what Lana had seen first hand. "Don't worry about it."
Lana couldn't stand to be in the Estate anymore. Without replying, she turned and headed for the door before Gamlen or Bodhan could try to comfort her again.
Aveline was sitting in her office at the barracks, writing reports when all of a sudden the door burst open. She looked up in surprise. Lana was walking towards her, her face wrecked with grief. Aveline stood up as she approached, staring at her sympathetically.
"Hawke...I'm so sorry about Leandra" she said instantly, her face falling. But Lana hadn't come for her condolences. There was fury reverberating off her that she needed to release. She strode up to Aveline until she was an inch from her face.
"Save your sorrys!" Hawke spat furiously. "This was your fault, Captain!"
Aveline looked taken aback. She knew Hawke was grieving but wasn't going to take her accusations standing down.
"My fault?" she asked confused. "I don't understand."
Hawke looked more enraged. "Don't you? You're Captain of the Guard! If you had of done your job correctly this wouldn't have happened! That mage wouldn't have had the chance to...m-my mother would still be..."
Lana's words faltered. She was breathing heavily, her anger out of control. Aveline stared into her face. She could tell that Hawke wasn't in any fit state to be reasoned with. And she wasn't in any state to be fought with either, even if that was what she wanted.
"I see..." the Guard Capitan said bitterly. "Well, if that's how you feel...fine!"
Hawke wasn't finished however. She riled up again. "You had leads and more than enough evidence to find that man! He's been killing women here for the past couple of years, right under your nose...and now my mother is one of them!" Hawke waited for Aveline to admit her guilt but Aveline shook her head in disagreement. She had never seen Lana look so deranged, but considering the state she found Leandra in, Aveline couldn't blame her. Even though she was angry, the Guardswoman relaxed out of her offensive stance and lowered her voice.
"We all grieve in our own ways, Hawke," she said gently, "You came here looking for someone to blame, to take your pain out on...but I won't argue with you." Aveline backed away. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Hawke shook her head and glared at her. She wanted Aveline to hit her, yell at her. But the Guardswoman just submitted. Lana gave her one last look of disgust before she stormed out of the barracks. The other guards stared at her as she passed having heard her scream blame at Aveline. By now they had no doubt read the reports about what had happened to Leandra. Their sympathetic stares made Hawke feel even angrier for some reason.
As Lana exited the keep she was still fuming. The rain was falling fast and thick, suiting her mood perfectly. She stood outside the doors to the keep and felt the rain soak through her clothes. Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over her. She shouldn't have accused Aveline, knew it wasn't fair to blame her. But her mind wasn't thinking rationally at the minute and all she knew was that she couldn't cope with anymore of her family's deaths being her fault. Was I wrong though? Part of her still stood by what she had said. The Guard Captain had slipped up where Quentin was concerned. Maker, she had even passed off the job of catching him onto Hawke! And now he had killed someone close to her. After staring up at the night sky, feeling the raindrops bounce off her face, Lana knew there was only one place to go to drown her sorrows: The Hanged Man.
The Hanged Man was packed to the brim as it usually was at night. Hawke walked up to her usual spot at the bar and bought a mug of ale. She knocked it back in one go and signalled for another one straight away. Corff, the bartender, gave her a concerned look before passing it to her. She knocked it back again. It's too weak. I can still feel, still see the images in my head...I need something stronger.
"Give me a bottle of whiskey," she said. Her voice had a hollow tone. Corff hesitated momentarily, before he reached under the bar and set a bottle of his finest on the counter. Hawke threw all the coin in her purse onto the bar and grabbed the whiskey, swigging it straight from the bottle. Corff gave her another look of concern and reluctantly took the money. He clearly knew about Leandra. It worried him that Lana wore none of her usual charm. He also knew how much the woman liked a drink.
Hawke turned away and began scanning the bar, taking sips from her bottle. She noticed a couple of regulars but couldn't see any sign of Varric or Isabela. Good, she thought, just wanting to be alone. Isabela was more likely with which ever suitor had taken her fancy tonight. Feeling worse, Hawke turned back to face the bar. The whiskey was nearly all gone now. It had done the trick and numbed her pain for the time being. She leaned on her arms, staring down at the stained bar surface. Where do I go from here? She thought.
Suddenly Hawke heard a man's voice behind her.
"Well, hey there sweat thing! Fancy a drink?"
Lana ignored the voice and continued daydreaming, finishing the remains of her bottle. The man however persisted. He closed in beside her, hovering over her shoulder. Hawke suddenly sensed there was more than one man now.
"Oy!" shouted his friend in her left her. "He was talking to you, you little wench!"
She felt them both linger over either shoulder but found she didn't care. She didn't have any more fight left in her. Hawke drained the last of her whiskey, unfazed by the potential danger behind her. It's not like I can hurt anymore than I already am. The first man spoke again, hissing in her ear.
"How about we take that sweet little ass of yours upstairs and you can...entertain us."
Again Lana didn't flinch.
"What's the matter with this whore?" the other man shouted, confused by Lana's lack of care. "She some kind of retard?"
The two men began to laugh loudly, along with a few others they were with. Lana was still in a daze. She hadn't moved an inch, almost welcoming the pain the men were about to cause her. She was so weak right now that she wouldn't be able to fight them off.
The man on her right moved in again then. "Maybe...But I don't care if she is," he sneered, "I'm not interested in talking anyway...not when she has an ass like that."
The other men watching began to howl and whistle then, egging on their friends. The man reached out to grab her ass. Before his hand could reach however, his face suddenly collided with the bar with a sickening crunch. He collapsed to the ground, his nose pouring with blood. Hawke stayed where she was, still unconcerned by the commotion behind her. Suddenly she heard the other man gargle as though being held around the throat.
"Touch her again and I'll cut off your balls, got it?"
It was Isabela.
"Ugh! Let me go!" he choked.
The man fell to the floor in a heap as she released him. He retreated quickly back to his table, followed by his friend who was covered in blood. Isabela looked at Hawke then. The woman still had her back to the bar, staring into nothingness. Maker, she could have taken those men out with her eyes closed, Isabela thought to herself. It worried her that Lana hadn't even flinched the whole time they were harassing her. The Rivaini sighed. She eased in beside Hawke, leaning her own arms on the bar.
"Another bottle of whiskey for my friend here!" the pirate shouted to Corff, who had watched the scuffle. He grabbed another bottle right away and sat it on the bar. Isabela grabbed it and took a sip before handing it out to Lana. Hawke didn't even look up. She simply leaned on the bar with both arms and stared at nothing in particular. Isabela took another swig before speaking.
"Think you can come into my local and not have a drink with me?" she said, jokingly.
"I don't want any company," Hawke replied, dryly, not looking up at her. "Shouldn't you be upstairs with some whore right now rather than wasting your time with me?"
Isabela looked at her sadly. She had watched Leandra die as Hawke held her, clinging onto the last of her family. The woman had completely broken down. Now though, she looked as cold as ice. Isabela wasn't good with emotional stuff but it worried her that Lana had turned so cold in a matter of hours. As much as she hated to admit it, the Rivaini had begun to care for Hawke over the past couple of years. I'm not in love with her though...I don't fall in love. Anyone else would have been insulted by Hawke's snide comment but Isabela knew her too well.
"Well seeing as all the men in this place are trying to feel you up rather than me, I think I'll take my chances with you," she replied smiling. Hawke didn't know what to say. Normally a comment like that would have made her laugh but she couldn't even crack a smile. Isabela slid her arm around her waist then and gently tugged her away from the bar.
"Come on," she said softly, taking her hand. Hawke went with her reluctantly, grabbing the whiskey bottle as Isabela led her through the crowded bar and up the stairs. She brought her to her room at the end of the hall and sat Hawke her down at her small, rickety table before closing the door tightly, blocking out the noise from the tavern below. Isabela grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and placed them on the table. She took the bottle from Hawke's grasp and filled them up, handing her one then sitting down opposite her with the other. Hawke raised the mug to her lips at took a sip. Isabela stared at her for a second and then spoke.
"How is Bethany doing?" she asked. Hawke looked up at her.
"Gamlen's telling her today," she said sadly. Because I'm too much of a coward to even write to her.
The pirate took a sip of her whiskey. Silence fell between them. It wasn't awkward though, just peaceful.
"You don't have to feel alone Hawke," Isabela said, placing a hand over hers on the table. After several seconds she pulled back, seemingly embarrassed by the effusiveness of her own words. "Have you spoken to Aveline?" she added lightly. Maker, the Big Girl seems to be my shield against intimacy now. Hawke nodded gloomily.
"I paid Aveline a visit...screamed at her...blamed her for what... happened," she said, putting her head down in shame. "I wanted her to argue with me...hit me even...but she just stood there and took it. I know it was my fault I just...can't deal with anymore guilt."
Isabela reached across the table and placed her hand over hers again then. "It was not your fault," she said. "You have to stop blaming yourself for everything, Hawke. You can't always be there to save people." Hawke looked up again, finding Isabela's amber eyes with her brown ones. Isabela continued with a smirk. "And if you still want to take your anger out on someone, well...angry sex is a great reliever of tension."
This time Hawke managed a small smile. Isabela may not be good at dealing with emotions but she sure knew how to make someone laugh. The pirate drained the last of the whiskey and stood up. "I'm going to get us a bottle of port. Wait here." Isabela left the room, leaving Hawke to her thoughts. Lana could no longer hold back her tears. They spilled out, falling down her cheeks until she was overcome with uncontrollable sobs. Angry with herself she got up and walked around the room trying to regain her composure. On the bedside table she suddenly spotted playing cards. Well this is Isabela's room, right? Wiping her eyes, she crossed the room and grabbed them, bringing them back to the table.
Isabela returned with another bottle in her hand. She poured them another drink and sat down facing Hawke, who handed her, her cards. Isabela could tell that Hawke had been crying. She suddenly felt the urge to reach out and wipe the woman's moist cheeks. No, things are confusing enough between us as it is. She knew as well, that Hawke hadn't wanted anyone to see her cry and didn't want any sympathy either. She just wanted to be left to grieve in her own way. And Isabela was fine with that.
The pirate smiled as she shuffled the deck. She loved playing cards, as did Lana. They drank and talked as they played. Hawke felt herself cheer up a little as the night went on. Isabela was doing a good job taking her mind off Leandra and all that had happened. They began to argue then as usual, as Isabela continued to cheat as she usually did. After a few hours Hawke jumped up in frustration and leaned over the table towards her to get a look at her cards.
"What are you hiding?" she demanded, "Let me see! You stacked the deck again didn't you?"
Isabela pulled them away, laughing slyly, while Hawke lunged over the table and tried to wrestle them from her hands.
"I didn't!" she yelled, grinning cheekily. "Get your paws off me!" Lana snorted. Isabela couldn't hide her sleeked ways if she tried. It was written all over her face.
Suddenly the pirate lost her balance and fell backwards off her stool, Hawke falling over the table and landing on top of her. The entire table overturned then, tossing all their cards and coin on the ground. The bottle of port and their two glasses bashed loudly as they hit the floor, their contents spilling everywhere. The women continued to scuffle on the ground as Hawke continued trying to pry the cards from the Rivaini's fingers. Isabela couldn't hold on any longer then. Hawke snapped them away roughly.
"SEE!" she exclaimed, examining them. "I always knew you were a cheating bastard! You palmed these cards the last game so you would get them this hand." Isabela laughed cheekily and pushed her off, rolling on top of her instead. She pinned Hawke's arms over her head, straddling her, their faces only inches apart.
"What are you going to do about it?" she teased, breathing heavily after the brawl.
Hawke smirked and struggled against her grip, trying to break free. "Get off me, Whore," she said through gritted teeth. Isabela snorted.
"Make me," she replied, "Or are you scared?"
There was a moment's pause then as the two stared at each other. Then suddenly their lips met before either could resist. Lana leaned up hungrily as Isabela bent down towards her at the same time. They kissed passionately, both moaning with eagerness. Oh, Maker! Isabela had wanted to kiss her the whole night. Lana had just looked so lost. Suddenly, after several irresistible seconds, the pirate pulled back (who'd have thought she could.)
"Hawke..."
"Shut up, Isabela," Lana replied bluntly, looking up at her. She knew where Isabela was going with this and didn't want to talk about what had happened between them the night of the dinner party...or what happened yesterday. Maker, it feels like another lifetime ago I was worried about a stupid betrothal.
"You're not thinking straight," Isabela said, shaking her head. She desired Hawke more than anything right now, but was a little bit reluctant to have sex with her when the woman was this vulnerable. And then there's that whole thing about her falling in love me.
Lana's face fell, "I don't want to think," she replied hoarsely, feeling the pain returning after her short period of release. No, I can't face it! She didn't want to relieve it again. She reached up and pulled the Rivaini towards her once more, kissing her eagerly, using the woman's embrace to bury her grief.
At the taste of her lips again, Isabela was powerless to resist now. Oh balls! She had desired her for so long and Lana was finally giving her what she wanted. The Rivaini didn't stop to wonder why. How can I say no? She laid her full weight back down on top of Lana and pinned the woman's arms over her head. Their tongues moved together, finally taking what both had been threatening to pursue for so long. The games had been fun, but the prize at the end was so much better.
Both women tossed and turned on the floor, each of them fighting to get on top, lips still glued together. The glass crumbled underneath them and the remains of alcohol soaked into their hair and clothes. Neither woman noticed though. Lana bit down on hard Isabela's bottom lip as the pirate trapped her below. Isabela groaned in pain (and pleasure), the metallic taste of blood lingering in her mouth. Oh she's for it now! She leaned down hard on the woman with all her weight, pinning her hands above her head. Lana's face screwed up in pain as the glass below her cut into her skin.
"Ughh," she moaned, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly. Isabela giggled, satisfied to have gotten revenge. She leaned down towards her again, their faces close.
"Don't play rough if you can't handle it, Sweetness," Isabela whispered teasingly, placing a kiss on Lana's lips once more. Lana struggled beneath her again, giving her a bitter smile. Isabela leaned back and began to slide her hands down along Lana's perfectly formed body, caressing her sides before tearing her shirt open, hearing the buttons scatter to the floor. The pirate felt herself become wet as she took in Hawke's full, pointed breasts. She ran her hands along them roughly as she had done back in the brig all those years ago.
Momentarily distracted from her dominance, Isabela was caught unawares as Lana rolled her over until she was on top instead.
"Who says I can't handle it?" she said seductively, as she restrained the pirate's hands as she did hers. Isabela felt the glass below where they lay, cut into her as well. She laughed bitterly, revelling in the pain. After everything had recently spiralled out of control, it gave Lana pleasure to regain a little back over the woman beneath her. She ran her tongue along the pirate's gold lip piercing, taking it in her teeth and tugging gently. She heard the pirate chuckle. That's a new one, she thought to herself, amused. Hawke then brought her lips to Isabela's neck, kissing along her collarbone, sucking gently, while slowly moving her hands down to grasp her breasts. Isabela felt her massage them through her white top before reaching down and undoing the blue sash she had tied around her waist. Lana's hands found the hem of the Rivaini's shirt then and pulled it up over her head without a second's hesitation.
Why is she in such a rush? Isabela wondered to herself. It was as though Hawke was doing everything quickly before she could change her mind. Or maybe her mind wasn't in it at all. Before Lana could get a look at the naked body of the Rivaini beneath her, Isabela had pushed her over onto her back. Hawke could feel the liquid spilt on the ground soak into her naked skin. Suddenly Isabela stood and pulled her to her feet. Kissing her eagerly, their breasts pressed together she began to back Lana over to the bed before shoving her back onto it forcefully. Hawke fell backwards and leaned on her arms, watching as the pirate removed her boots then pants, sliding them down her long legs before letting them fall to the floor. Isabela smiled at her dangerously before removing her own boots until they were both stark naked, with nothing else between them. The pirate leaned her head down between Lana's legs then as though to pleasure her with her tongue, before pausing and getting to her feet with a wicked grin.
"Change your mind?" Lana teased as Isabela advanced on her once more. The pirate chuckled and knelt on the bed on either side of her, straddling the woman beneath her. Hawke allowed herself to lay back fully, her arms wrapped around the pirate's body, holding her close. Her tan skin was softer than Lana would have believed. Isabela always had such a hard outer shell of a personality. It was strange to think of her as soft in any way.
As the pirate gained control again, she reached down between Hawke's legs and began pleasuring her. Hawke let out a moan of ecstasy, aroused by the roughness of it all. Maker, what am I doing? She knew this was reckless even for her, knew she was lining herself up or more hurt. But it's impossible to feel worse than I already do. She bit down on Isabela's lip again, taking her pain out on her in every way she could. She knew Isabela liked it though, and that she would reply in kind. The Rivaini cried out and began to penetrate her harder. She could feel Lana tensing and quivering below her, could feel her breasts rubbing against her own as Lana pulled her in further, digging her nails into Isabela's back and then spanking her hard on the ass. The pirate chuckled.
Unable to be at her mercy anymore, Lana rolled over, bringing the Rivaini with her. They kissed again as her fingers travelled along the woman's abdomen, then further down and began to pleasure the pirate now. Isabela moaned continuously as she felt Lana inside of her. Maker, she's good at that. It was a strange experience for her to take, preferring to give out instead. Untrained hands on her womanhood revolted her normally, but this was different. Isabela had to admit, Lana knew what she was doing. After several minutes she lost her head and screamed out erotically. Lana collapsed on top of her exhausted and they accidentally rolled onto the floor, landing with a hard thud.
Isabela's lips moved to Hawke's neck. She could smell the gorgeous scent of her skin, almost taste it on her tongue as she ran it along her collarbone. Is there a reason why this was so much more enjoyable for me than my other sexual exploits? Hawke's perky breasts and voluptuous curves drove Isabela wild as she traced them with her hands, exploring the contours of her body. She dropped her attentions further down, first grazing each of Hawke's breasts with her lips, then following the tense muscles in her abdomen down past her naval until she reached her destination.
Lana let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as Isabela's adventurous tongue worked its magic. If the woman had a talent for witty and flirtatious banter, it was nothing compared to this. Hawke's hands rested on the pirate's head which was buried in her lap. She pulled off the blue bandana Isabela always wore, feeling her dark brown hair tickle her body as it fell loose. Hawke brushed it away from Isabela's face as the pirate stared up at her, with wickedness in her eyes, knowing she had Lana at her mercy.
When Lana had finally reached her limit, the pirate stopped and collapsed to the ground beside her. They lay there for several minutes as they caught their breaths, neither of them speaking. This had been a long time coming. Neither of them could believe that they had finally had sex with each other. Isabela never knew that another person could sexually satisfy her this much. She had long since reached the conclusion that she enjoyed giving out rather than taking but this encounter with Hawke had proved her wrong. She had never fought so hard for her breath at another's touch. Part of her wondered why Hawke had such an effect on her. She turned to face her.
Hawke's chest was rising and falling rapidly as she lay exhausted in all her glory. Isabela couldn't help but take another eyeful of the woman's body. She had seen her fair share of nakedness in her time but Hawke's was definitely something to be envied (even with the numerous cuts forming after their tussle over the broken glass). The best part was that Hawke knew it as well. She lay completely exposed, perfectly comfortable with how she looked. It was one of the reasons Isabela had been attracted to her. She liked a confident, beautiful woman. They knew how to play rough, just like her.
Isabela stood up and directed Hawke over to her bed again. They pulled back the covers and climbed inside, lying down and kissing each other once more. It was several minutes before they pulled apart.
"Thank you," Hawke said, staring up into the Rivaini's eyes. "For before, when we were downstairs at the bar."
Isabela smirked. "You didn't look like you had much fight in you. And there was no way one of those ugly bastards was going to get to grab your ass before I did."
They both chuckled. Hawke suddenly felt drained. She had lost so much and it was all crashing down on her once more. Tears welled up inside her as grief caught up with her again. She turned over, away from Isabela, not wanting her to see. I hate feeling this weak. For a brief couple of hours she had been numb to her pain. Now her tears streamed onto the pillow. Suddenly, to her surprise, she felt Isabela's warm arm around her midsection. The Rivaini wanted to just hold her, knowing that nothing she could say would comfort her. She enjoyed being close to her. It felt...right.
After a few unbelievable seconds of feeling the Isabela's arm around her, Lana pulled back the covers and got to her feet. I can't be here right now, not with her. Isabela watched her race around the room putting her clothes back on again.
"Where are you going?" she asked confused. Hawke didn't answer but continued to dress at full speed. "Hawke?"
"I can't do this," Lana replied finally. Isabela frowned.
"Do what? We've already done it!" she exclaimed in confusion. "Are you going to tell me what's changed in the last few seconds?"
Hawke said nothing but sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to pull on her boots. The woman stood then and made her way to the door, wanting to escape. Isabela jumped up at once, feeling angry now.
"Damn it, Hawke! You're not walking out on me like this!" she shouted. She rushed after her before Lana could reach the door handle and spun her around to face her. Only then did she realise that Hawke had succumbed to tears once more. Lana shook roughly out of her grip.
"Don't pretend you care about me, Bela," she spat bitterly. Her mood had changed drastically, taking Isabela by surprise. "We both know you got what you wanted."
"What?" The pirate exclaimed, shaking her head, "I'm not pretending anything, Hawke."
"So why comfort me?" Hawke asked, "You're not the type to let others cry on your shoulder."
"I...Hawke..." Isabela said sadly, lost for words. She tried to reach out to touch the woman's face but Lana flinched away from her.
"Let's not act like I'm anything more to you than another notch in your bedpost," she said bitterly, staring at Isabela coldly as though seeing her truly for the first time. Little did she know that she was, but she had interpreted it the wrong way. The pirate felt hurt by her words.
"...You are, Hawke..." she replied, truthfully. Lana froze, unable to believe her ears. Isabela has feeling for me? The two of them stared at each other, realising the whole dimension of their relationship had changed. The only problem was that Lana was in no fit state emotionally to be a part of it.
Hawke snorted, "Don't lie to me," she said hoarsely, shaking her head. "I don't want pity from you, Isabela."
"It's not pity!" the pirate yelled angrily, "I...I've recently started to feel... something for you, Hawke...I was just too much of a coward to mention it before...and I know you feel the same way!"
Lana's eyes were cold. She sighed. "What makes you think I can feel anything any more?" she whispered painfully, feeling another tear slide down her cheek. "Don't think I don't know that this was all about your bet with Varric to seduce me."
"WHAT!?" Isabela exclaimed. I finally admit feelings to someone and they reject it? Typical! "Hawke that was just...before! It doesn't mean anything!"
Lana reached into her pocket and produced two gold coins. "Here," she said sadly, forcing them into Isabela's hand, "Here's your two sovereigns….I thought I would have at least been worth more to you than that."
Without another word Lana turned and opened the door, heading for the stairs in pieces. I was wrong before...It is possible for me to feel even more pain. Isabela looked down at the coins in her hand then up at Hawke.
"Hawke!" she called after her. Lana didn't turn back. Isabela raised her hand and threw the two coins after her in a fit of rage. They smacked off the wall and fell to the floor. When Lana had disappeared from view the Rivaini slammed her bedroom door shut and leaned against it, breathing heavily. She never thought one person could cause her this much hurt. She knew Lana loved her. She had admitted it. But now because of a stupid bet made years ago, the pirate was rejected the first time she had ever admitted to someone she had feelings for them. She sighed. Nice job, Isabela...This is why I never let myself fall in love.