[Steven arrives later than usual with a bunch of nervous energy. While Harrow doesn't seem like a total threat he knows the man is manipulative and deceptive, and he can easily get to the people Steven and Marc love. Hell, the fact that he knows their secret...
He lets himself in through the front door and locks it behind him, even though Hawke usually doesn't, before calling out:] It's me.
[Steven smiles at Montoya's greeting, reaching down to pet him and let the mabari lick his hand. When Hawke approaches, he's happy to take hold of the tea and lean into him, instantly comforted despite his nerves.]
Let's sit. Can we sit first? [He sighs, holding the mug up to his nose to savor the calming, familiar chamomile.] God, why would Thirteen...
[He trails off with a grumble before going to sit on the couch.]
I'm probably overthinking this but this man was... unwell. Very unwell. I don't know that his mental state has changed much since I last saw him either, and with how Thirteen brings people about at any point in time, who knows how much he's changed? Probably not at all. He seemed just as infuriating as ever.
[ Hawke waits for Steven to sit before he sits down next to him and puts a protective arm around his shoulders. He hasn't seen him this riled up in a bit. Whoever this man is, he's gotten under his skin. ]
Who is this man? [ He is going to try simple questions interjected between Steven's rambling. He doesn't want to overload his lover who is already having some trouble making sense.
Or maybe it's another one of those things where Hawke does not understand. ]
[Steven leans into Hawke's side and doesn't mind when Montoya comes over to rest a head on his knee too, clearly sensing the nerves.]
Right- sorry- I'm a little frazzled. [A deep breath.] His name is Arthur Harrow. Back home he was-... well, a bit of a self-righteous arse. More importantly, he was the leader of a cult that believed they could "heal" the world by judging people's souls. Those who didn't pass their test were killed.
[He's trying to explain this as basic as possible because he knows it will only confuse Hawke further, but he's also trying to be honest.]
In any case, Marc, Layla, and I were trying to stop him. We did stop him. We couldn't save everyone in time but... [He looks up at Hawke, the worry clear in his eyes.] He knows about Marc and I - who we were and why. He's the kind of man who would use any information possible to hurt others, slowly and sneakily, like a snake. He acts like he's a good man but even I don't know if he has any good left in him anymore.
[ Hawke gently runs his fingers through Steven's hair while he talks simply taking in the information. Oh, he gets a little angry so his wings warm a bit but he doesn't fly into a rage.
He hates cults. He hates that this man would hurt Steven. All his protective instincts are triggered and he wants to stop this man right away. ]
Well, we can't kill him. He'll come back tomorrow. [ He sounds genuinely disappointed they can't do that. ]
I assume you don't want to post something to the network warning people? Because we could simply undercut him by speaking out.
Giving him attention is exactly what he'd want. He'd use that against us. It would only serve as fodder for blackmail, I'm sure. Best thing is to ignore him, I think.
I'm telling you because you're... important to me, and you know the kind of things we've been through. [Steven reaches for Hawke's leg and squeezes it affectionately.]
He is dangerous in a way that isn't all physical. If he knew your weak points he'd use them against you, and with trials being what they are, who knows if and when you may run into him against your will.
This place already uses my weaknesses against me. [ He shrugs. ] A person doing it is no different than Thirteen.
[ Perhaps he should be more worried but Hawke does really think turning into a bear and mauling the man could solve a lot of problems if the man makes problems. ]
I am forewarned thanks to you. I'll be careful if I do run into him. [ He presses a kiss to the top of Steven's head. ] I can always lean on my... primitive world and lack of modern understanding if he tries to talk to me. It's fairly effective at ending conversations.
[ Or derailing them. Hawke isn't very devious but he can occasionally be clever. ]
Probably for the best. To be honest, I don't know what he'll do while here. Maybe he'll keep to himself and all this worrying is pointless. He's just a man but words can be very powerful tools.
[Steven sips from his tea and smiles a bit, feeling better immediately telling Hawke like this rather than him running into the man first. Harrow confuses Steven to this day in ways he is wholly uncomfortable admitting.]
Back home, he did have a source of power from the gods - similar to my suit, yeah? I don't know if Thirteen would give that to him or if it's something he could also purchase one day. [He squirms with discomfort at the thought.] If we can own weapons, why can't he, right?
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More importantly, is he following you?
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I'd never let anything happen to you if I can prevent it.
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And if he tries to hurt me I'll turn into a bear and eat his face.
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You'll probably want to after you learn more about him.
Let me check in with Marc first... Are you sure?
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And nothing will keep me from you.
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I'll explain better face to face.
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But trust me.
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He lets himself in through the front door and locks it behind him, even though Hawke usually doesn't, before calling out:] It's me.
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[ Montoya would've alerted him if there was a stranger coming to the door. Instead the mabari just runs up and goes to snuggle against Steven's leg.
Hawke even has a cup of calming tea for him. He presses it into his hands as soon as he's close and also presses a kiss to Steven's forehead. ]
Now, tell me what's got you so rattled about this man.
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Let's sit. Can we sit first? [He sighs, holding the mug up to his nose to savor the calming, familiar chamomile.] God, why would Thirteen...
[He trails off with a grumble before going to sit on the couch.]
I'm probably overthinking this but this man was... unwell. Very unwell. I don't know that his mental state has changed much since I last saw him either, and with how Thirteen brings people about at any point in time, who knows how much he's changed? Probably not at all. He seemed just as infuriating as ever.
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Who is this man? [ He is going to try simple questions interjected between Steven's rambling. He doesn't want to overload his lover who is already having some trouble making sense.
Or maybe it's another one of those things where Hawke does not understand. ]
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Right- sorry- I'm a little frazzled. [A deep breath.] His name is Arthur Harrow. Back home he was-... well, a bit of a self-righteous arse. More importantly, he was the leader of a cult that believed they could "heal" the world by judging people's souls. Those who didn't pass their test were killed.
[He's trying to explain this as basic as possible because he knows it will only confuse Hawke further, but he's also trying to be honest.]
In any case, Marc, Layla, and I were trying to stop him. We did stop him. We couldn't save everyone in time but... [He looks up at Hawke, the worry clear in his eyes.] He knows about Marc and I - who we were and why. He's the kind of man who would use any information possible to hurt others, slowly and sneakily, like a snake. He acts like he's a good man but even I don't know if he has any good left in him anymore.
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He hates cults. He hates that this man would hurt Steven. All his protective instincts are triggered and he wants to stop this man right away. ]
Well, we can't kill him. He'll come back tomorrow. [ He sounds genuinely disappointed they can't do that. ]
I assume you don't want to post something to the network warning people? Because we could simply undercut him by speaking out.
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Giving him attention is exactly what he'd want. He'd use that against us. It would only serve as fodder for blackmail, I'm sure. Best thing is to ignore him, I think.
I'm telling you because you're... important to me, and you know the kind of things we've been through. [Steven reaches for Hawke's leg and squeezes it affectionately.]
He is dangerous in a way that isn't all physical. If he knew your weak points he'd use them against you, and with trials being what they are, who knows if and when you may run into him against your will.
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[ Perhaps he should be more worried but Hawke does really think turning into a bear and mauling the man could solve a lot of problems if the man makes problems. ]
I am forewarned thanks to you. I'll be careful if I do run into him. [ He presses a kiss to the top of Steven's head. ] I can always lean on my... primitive world and lack of modern understanding if he tries to talk to me. It's fairly effective at ending conversations.
[ Or derailing them. Hawke isn't very devious but he can occasionally be clever. ]
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[Steven sips from his tea and smiles a bit, feeling better immediately telling Hawke like this rather than him running into the man first. Harrow confuses Steven to this day in ways he is wholly uncomfortable admitting.]
Back home, he did have a source of power from the gods - similar to my suit, yeah? I don't know if Thirteen would give that to him or if it's something he could also purchase one day. [He squirms with discomfort at the thought.] If we can own weapons, why can't he, right?
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[ There's no stopping anyone from getting all sorts of nasty magics and magical items. If this Harrow wants them, he imagines he'll get them. ]
There is always the chance he is so busy dealing with the same Trials we are that he won't have time to trouble you or Marc.
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