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Hawke had been watching the city for quite some time. In fact, judging from the wine bottles collected at his feet and the light rise and fall of his chest, it had probably been such a time that he'd outright fallen asleep. He didn't even stir at the sound of somebody approaching, presumably assuming (hopefully rightfully) that nobody in his home would attack him. Curled in the windowsill and pressed against the metal that was keeping him inside instead of a Hawke pancake, he looked... restful.
The neighbors were screaming good-naturedly at each other as the sun set over the swathe of city visible from the window. That didn't wake Hawke- indeed, didn't even make him twitch. A light breeze swept into the room, ruffling the pages of a few books he had open on his desk. Goosebumps rose on his arms, then fell again. That was what woke him.
"... Wha...?" He muzzily leaned away from the window grate, scruffing at his hair and face. "Maker's breath, I feel like I've been asleep <i>forever.</i>"
The neighbors were screaming good-naturedly at each other as the sun set over the swathe of city visible from the window. That didn't wake Hawke- indeed, didn't even make him twitch. A light breeze swept into the room, ruffling the pages of a few books he had open on his desk. Goosebumps rose on his arms, then fell again. That was what woke him.
"... Wha...?" He muzzily leaned away from the window grate, scruffing at his hair and face. "Maker's breath, I feel like I've been asleep <i>forever.</i>"
