The Dragon and the Hawke 32
For the first time in a very, very long time, Marian Hawke realized that she flew by the seat of her pants. It was obvious to other people that she did this, even the stupidest and brazen of men would at least take a few seconds to think on their actions, maybe even just a split second. Marian didn't even need that long to come to a decision.
She was currently realizing the nature of her decision making prowess, because she was facing down a rather angry glare from her wife. Missandei had folded her arms, asked what had happened, and then narrowed her beautiful eyes once the story was complete. It had been two minutes since that, and Marian was starting to fidget.
Not to mention she was regretting going into such detail about what she had done! She could have completely avoided the story, and just said that she had pulled Tyrion's wife to them rather than spend the energy to go and get her. But then again, she didn't lie.
Long ago, Marian had seen how easy it was to lie to people, and fall into the habit of lying to everyone about everything. Just take the Bard turned Sister Lilliana from Lothering! That woman had breathed secrets her entire life and looked completely miserable because of it. So Marian had chosen to never lie, to anyone, even Templars that straight up asked if she was a mage.
Her cavalier, bordering on negligent, attitude towards violence served her well when difficult questions were answered honestly. Her family had needed to move at least ten times before settling in Lothering due to excessive Templar deaths in the territories they settled before then. As a result of her decision to never lie, Marian lost most of her ability to be tactful in anything other than a snarky capacity.
Which is why Missandei had received the entire and unabridged truth in regards to the afternoon's escapades. This was also why Sansa Stark was staring at her from beside Tyrion with a mixture of awe and bowel loosened terror. The Thunder Goddess was almost entirely certain that if the poor girl's stomach hadn't been completely empty, she would have released the contents.
"You went to the other side of the world, and did not tell me?" Missandei asks, finally
"I did, yes," Marian nods, then adds, "And I'm sorry, but I thought I had to act fast."
Missandei turns to Tyrion and Sansa, "Did she need to act fast?"
Tyrion nods, "It looked to be a wedding ceremony, and I am sure that my dear wife would not have wished to be married into the family that had slaughtered her own. She already had to suffer that fate."
Sansa flinches, her usual control having slipped after the divine intervention. She nods, "I did not wish to be married to Ramsey Bolton, and the rumors of his nature are true enough to be terrible."
"Rumors?" Missandei asks
"He enjoys his family's ancient practice of flaying people alive," Sansa tells the woman who seemed to hold the power over a god, "And he enjoys hunting and killing women who bore him."
"Wow, I really need to go kill that guy," Marian blinks, "Just straight up break him."
"You will not," Missandei tells her wife
"Awe, come on!"
"I do not want you shot through the heart for a third time, my love," Missandei steps up to Marian, caresses her face, then kisses her.
Marian takes the kiss, her lips forming into a smile. When it ends, she leans her head back and concedes, "Okay, no tearing holes to the other ends of the earth."
Tyrion, who had grown used to the public displays of same sex affection, plows through the distraction, and asks, "Speaking of tearing holes, how is it that you were able to do such a thing?"
Marian steps away from Missandei, and looks over at her height impaired friend. She almost starts to explain, but then she sees the blank look of confusion that Sansa uses to stare at her with. It only takes a second of locked gazes to break Sansa from her stupor, and the girl blushes before looking away. Marian smiles at the shyness and says, "I think I forgot to introduce you, Lady Sansa, to my wife, Missandei Hawke."
Missandei smiles graciously at Sansa, who smiles through her blush at the other woman.
Turning back to Tyrion, Marian starts to give the best explanation that she can come up with, "So, the way I figure it, I'm basically what my people would refer to as a demon, though I'm probably like six or seven hundred times more powerful than any of them. Now that is mostly cause they feed and exist off of emotions, and I am capable of having a full breadth of them.
"Now, what do I mean by feed and exist off emotion? Well, the creatures that my people called demons were basically spirits connected to a singular emotion, you know: anger, lust, pride, jealousy, love, hate, and all that jazz. So they would be solid personifications of those emotions that also fed off of those same emotions to stay … alive, for lack of a better term.
"And I think I spent so much time in the Fade, which is where they come from, that I became like them. As a result, I also feed off of emotion, and because I'm human I get the full spectrum to keep me powered."
"And how does that explain you creating a, I believe you called it a breach?" Tyrion asks
"Well all of those demons, if powerful enough, can break in and out of the fade with the assistance of a human host. But I don't need a human host, cause I'm human. So I basically have that ability of theirs to enter and exit the fade at will, without having to jump into some poor shmoe's body to do it."
"And being able to take myself and Lady Sansa?" Tyrion raises an eyebrow
"That's actually a new one for me, too," Marian tells him, shrugging, "No idea how I did it, just know that I did. So, yay!"
Marian waves her hands in the air parallel with her hand to emphasise the minor joke. Nobody laughs, their eyes are all looking behind her. Turning as well, Marian sees Dany standing in the doorway.
"Yay?" Dany asks, "What are we celebrating?"
"I managed to save Tyrion's wife from certain doom," Marian tells her
"Certain doom?" Dany's eyebrow lifts
"Hey, marriage to a total ass is absolutely certain doom!" Marian tells her, justifying herself
Dany rolls her eyes, then moves them to the only person she does not know, Sansa Stark. The Queen strides forward, stepping up to her fellow lady, and takes her hands, "Well, I know the feeling of certain doom, as Marian has put it. If you wish to speak of your ordeal, I am willing to listen, lady…?"
"Stark, your grace," Sansa tells her in a half-whisper.
"Stark," Dany leans her head back, looks the girl over, and makes a swift decision, "Well, Lady Stark, I will not hold you to the crimes of your father if you do not hold me to mine."
Sansa quickly shakes her head, "Never, your grace."
Dany blinks, then nods, sure that she would have to tear the story from the girl to explain her terrifying enthusiasm for keeping on her good side. The level of sheer terror that the girl held for her was almost palpable, so there would be that to contend with, but if she wanted to get to know Tyrion's wife, then by Marian, she would get to know Tyrion's wife.
Marian, for her part, blinks at the sudden feeling that someone had said her name.