bakerstreet | Baby, you’re perfect

[ Not just fire. A variety of elements dance across his palm like nothing. It's like he wills it and it appears. Her lips part in her awe as she gazes at him wonder.

He's got her this time. ]

I'm woman enough to admit that I am.

[ That's not all he's capable of, either. But it'll do for a start. Releasing his magic, Hawke straightens, then gives her a florid bow. ]

But. I'm sure you have a few talents hidden away here and there. [ It's impossible that she doesn't. ] Care to share?

I'd rather do it with your permission. It can be rather intrusive.

[ It's a wry warning. Her eyes flit around with a bit of caution. She'll never stop being wary of those around her. No one has made a fuss about Hawke and his ability, but old habits die hard. ]

My talent lies in your body. [ She waggles her brows. ] In more ways than one.

[ That makes both of his eyebrows go up. And a brand new wariness shadow his face for just a moment. ]

...oh? That sounds a touch...ominous.

[ No one fusses about Hawke because he has money and influence and noble status. Plus, he'd fry them alive if anyone dared harass him or his. It's been a hellaciously long road, but he's walked it like the determined bastard that he is. ]

"In your body". Dare I even speculate what that actually means?

[ But he's still curious. Devilishly so. ]

Tell me, what do you know of Grisha?

[ Her voice is lower now. She leans in to speak. It arguably feels more intimate than their kisses. She's wiling to trust him after what he's shown her.

And if he shows that he'll betray that trust then that's easily remedied as well. She hasn't survived this long out in the world in enemy territory without knowing how to handle herself. ]

...Grisha?

[ She leans in and Hawke's eyebrows rise simultaneously. The word is unfamiliar; he's never heard it before. Which is why he gives a small shake of his head, eyes narrowing in confusion. ]

Nothing, unfortunately. I've never even heard the word before.

Grisha are those that can practice the Small Science. They can derive from the world around them and manipulate it to their will.

[ She watches him carefully for any sight of disdain or threat. She'd have to act fast if he reacts thus. They're in close range which means he can easily capture her hands. She doesn't go into detail of what she is capable of just yet. It's invasive and intimidating. Heartrenders are some of the most feared. ]

[ Even more words and phrases he's never heard. Intriguing. Which is evident in his expression, open and curious and waiting for more. ]

Small science? [ One eyebrow goes higher than the other. ] ...is that what your people call magic?

It's not magic.

[ There's a slightly stubborn tilt to her words. It's years of lessons in the Little Palace. Years of trying to make otkazat'sya believe that they aren't witches. ]

It may look like it, but it's not.

You've not need to disguise your abilities with me, sweet lady. As you've seen, I'm the very definition of 'apostate'. [ He snorts a bit wryly. ] The only reason I've not been thrown into the Gallows with the other mages is the amount of coin at my disposal.

[ Bribes, kennit? And the fact that he's more than willing to barbecue anyone who might dare. ]

[ A rueful smile tugs at her pink lips. There's shadows in her eyes that speak of the terrible things she'd seen and experienced as a Grisha. ]

That being said, I'm not so sure you would appreciate my demonstration. You may feel it as a sort of violation.

[ He's intuitive enough to sense her hesitation. And while he'd have her trust him - to say nothing of his burning curiosity - he's not going to insist. That's not how it works.

Instead, he simply smiles at her and very softly touches her cheek with calloused fingertips. Reassurance. ]

Perhaps, but I'm made of stern stuff, sweet lady. Nevertheless, if you don't want to share, I won't insist.

[ His touch is featherlight and so full of tenderness. It makes her smile appreciatively. A kind touch isn't always easy to find outside of Ravka. Or even simply the Little Palace. She steps in closer to him, stepping upon tiptoes to reach his ears for a whisper. ]

Will you look at me differently if I tell you that I can steal the breath from your lungs? Or render your heartbeat faster or slower or not at all? [ She can heal his hurts too. She can flood his body with the chemicals needed to make him more susceptible to suggestion, serotonin, oxytocin and the like. ]

[ Hawke obligingly lowers his head so she can whisper at his ear, and, hearing her words, his mind instantly shrieks blood mage. But logic caught up quickly; she is no Tevinter magister (as far as he can tell and Varric's inquiries report), and if she wanted to do all of what she said to him, she's had plenty of opportunities to do so before now. And if she is truly an assassin, why is she telling him all of this now?

But to answer her question... He lifts his head, cocks an eyebrow down at her. ]

--perhaps. But not with any fear or disgust [ which she probably expects, all told ] just a healthy dose of respect. [ Annnnd, a touch of logical wariness, too. ]

As well as a standing entreaty that if you ever do decide to do any of that to me, to please warn me first?

[ She sees the wariness in his eyes. It's understandable. If she'd been an Etherealki then perhaps it would be less daunting, but her ability affects a person so intimately that there's always a healthy dose of fear with it. ]

Then give me no reason to do so.

[ She's teasing, but she's a little concerned it might fall flat. ]

That's a terrible joke, apologies.

[ It does, because that's far too close to a threat, and he's never really responded well to those. However, Hawke bites his tongue on any sharp remonstrance; he knows all too well the reaction of others to those with power.

But he's still terribly curious, thus the query: ]

...is this something all Grisha can do?

Only those of a certain order, the one that can manipulate the body. There are others than can manipulate the elements or composite materials.

[ She's still watching him carefully for her safety as she divulges these secrets. She's surprised that he's never heard of Grisha. Are there really lands where people don't know of them? ]

So...like mages, these Grisha have talents in different areas.

[ Hawke taps his chin lightly, brow furrowing as he puts it together. Sounds awfully like Grisha = mage in his vocabulary, given what he's learned so far. ]

What else can your Grisha do? With their..."small science", as you call it?

Mostly serve in the Second Army for Ravka. We serve our Tsar.

[ She says it with a beatific smile though there's a slight sharpness to it. The Grisha live under the boot of the Tsar as second class citizens. They fight his wars simply for the privilege of existing in Ravka. Her charisma and talent for languages has allowed her to be more than a soldier. ]

[ His eyebrows go up at that. Mages? Serving as soldiers? He'd never heard of such. ]

--truly? Mages--I mean, Grisha, serving as soldiers? That's...that's unheard of. Is that not a dangerous situation? All of those "small science" users together in one place, without anyone to monitor their abilities?

[ Pause. ]

Wait. Does anyone monitor your abilities? Keep you free from demonic possession and all that?

[ Now it's her turn for her brows to furrow. Her expression becomes less guarded in her confusion. She tilts her head as she gazes up at him. ]

Demonic possession? [ She barks out a laugh. ] Saints, no. I told you, it's not magic. It's the Small Science. We draw from the world around us. We're touched by the Making. There's no spirits or demons or anything like that.

[ It's ironic how similar they are, yet completely different. ]

So where do you go when you dream? Do you travel the Fade?

[ Is the "Making" anything like the Maker. This is quickly becoming confusing. ]

I dream dreams like anyone else. What's the Fade?

[ Now he's piqued her curiosity. There's so many differences between them. It's fascinating. She's learning so much. ]

The Fade is the world between ours and the next, where spirits exist and demons prowl. All roam the Fade when they sleep, but only mages, or those with magic, have a primal connection to the Fade realm and are able to shape it to their will, consciously or otherwise.

Very, very seldom can anyone enter the Fade physically, but it is possible. [ Another pause. ] --and unpleasant. [ He'd know. ]

The Chantry teaches that it's also the site of the Black City, where the Maker's Golden Throne resides. No one knows if that's true or not, since no mortal has ever glimpsed it.

[ Hawke pauses again, absently rubbing the back of his neck. ] Trying to explain it further would take a lifetime, and even then I'm not sure it would make that much sense. I'd offer to take you there, to see for yourself, but...it's a hellaciously arduous journey and not one I'm all that willing to repeat.

How very different we are, yet so similar. I'd not ask you to go into any trouble on my behalf though I'm utterly fascinated.

[ She's happy to listen to whatever he wishes to tell her. She's shared with him, but he's also sharing with her in return. ]

I've never known of spirits or demons. We do not have them in Ravka. Or speak of them at least.

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