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justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 am
justice_is_blond) wrote2016-01-15 11:45 am
Inbox for Fade Rift
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He watches Nate, trembling thanks to anticipation and all that the man's already given him.
"I agree." The words are rushed out this time. "I agree, love." The added finger is good, but it's just not the same as having Nate buried deep inside of him and on top of him.
"Kiss me as you take me? Please." He'll beg for anything; Nate gives him so much and has always seemed to enjoy the begging.
"I agree." The words are rushed out this time. "I agree, love." The added finger is good, but it's just not the same as having Nate buried deep inside of him and on top of him.
"Kiss me as you take me? Please." He'll beg for anything; Nate gives him so much and has always seemed to enjoy the begging.
"Because I love you, I will. Not because you've been good, but because I love you." There's such a swell of pride for Anders, that he is doing so well his very first time trying this. But he would never withhold the affection of a kiss just because Anders has misbehaved.
His trousers are cast aside quickly. He kneels between Anders' legs and lines himself up, elated that Anders is enjoying this so much. When he kisses him, it is passionate, heated, slick and perfect and just as sweet as his cock entering Anders' body. His hips jerk himself all the way in, burying himself to the hilt in perfect heat. Spearing Anders while Anders is willingly trapped under his word of command is unbearably hot, and he gives a long, low groan into his lover's mouth.
His trousers are cast aside quickly. He kneels between Anders' legs and lines himself up, elated that Anders is enjoying this so much. When he kisses him, it is passionate, heated, slick and perfect and just as sweet as his cock entering Anders' body. His hips jerk himself all the way in, burying himself to the hilt in perfect heat. Spearing Anders while Anders is willingly trapped under his word of command is unbearably hot, and he gives a long, low groan into his lover's mouth.
It's all the better to be kissed for love than for a reward, and Anders kisses back hungrily, eyes tightly shut as Nate pushes in. He can't get enough of the feeling of fullness from Nate or of being loved; it's all-encompassing in the best way. And it makes obeying all the more fulfilling. He's not restrained. He's submitting to the best person he knows, and filling his ears with Nate's delicious groan.
Anders braces his heels on the bed and rocks upward, careful to keep his arms in place as he moves around his lover.
"Yes," he whispers against Nate's lips. "You are sublime, Nate, my love." Being fucked no longer relies on the use of those words, but Nate had wanted to hear him and Anders has no reason to stop saying either now.
Anders braces his heels on the bed and rocks upward, careful to keep his arms in place as he moves around his lover.
"Yes," he whispers against Nate's lips. "You are sublime, Nate, my love." Being fucked no longer relies on the use of those words, but Nate had wanted to hear him and Anders has no reason to stop saying either now.
Oh, but the rule is still in place, as Nathaniel shows by thrusting twice, deeply, when those words are spoken. Enough to make him shake. One hand braces himself against the makeshift bed while the other takes Anders by the hip.
"Keep going," he gasps. Both his pleasure and Anders' relies on it now, stilled within him and waiting.
"Keep going," he gasps. Both his pleasure and Anders' relies on it now, stilled within him and waiting.
The noise that escapes him is part-gasp, part whimper. He hadn't expected the sudden forceful thrusts or for them to stop so quickly, and he almost fails their game, almost reaches up for Nate. The scarf's slipped some from the half-lift of one arm, but it's still barely on both wrists and Anders gives Nate a pleading look. He's trying. Maybe it won't count, because he'd be pulling at things if he was held.
"I know how you love to take me, Nathaniel," he purrs, being as persuasive as he possibly can. "And I love the way you fuck me, Nate." There could be less words. He could try to push Nate to desperation, try to see the archer lose control, but the submission here is more fun.
"I know how you love to take me, Nathaniel," he purrs, being as persuasive as he possibly can. "And I love the way you fuck me, Nate." There could be less words. He could try to push Nate to desperation, try to see the archer lose control, but the submission here is more fun.
He drives in each time, gasping. The hand moves from Anders' hip to adjust the scarf again--it merits no punishment, because the hands have stayed put while the fabric slipped--before moving it back to tilt Anders' hips upward.
"More." At the new angle, Nathaniel slides easily against his prostate, deep and unrelenting.
"More." At the new angle, Nathaniel slides easily against his prostate, deep and unrelenting.
"Oh." Right there, and they both know Nate's found the right spot.
"I wish I could touch you, love. Thread my fingers through your lovely hair," does lovely count? It should, in his opinion, "kiss your lips and make it clear how much I love you, Nate." The worlds are spilled out hastily, breathily. Just as good as the thrusts are the anticipation of Nate reacting to the words.
"I wish I could touch you, love. Thread my fingers through your lovely hair," does lovely count? It should, in his opinion, "kiss your lips and make it clear how much I love you, Nate." The worlds are spilled out hastily, breathily. Just as good as the thrusts are the anticipation of Nate reacting to the words.
Anders, I know that you spent time within a Circle, but you're a human. [ Just in case you were unaware. ] And you are in a relationship with--that man is Fereldan, yes? I apologize if I am incorrect.
Do you know of any...ah, particular rituals or gifts that humans, particularly ones in Fereldan, undergo in order to express interest in someone else...? Out of, um. Curiosity.
Do you know of any...ah, particular rituals or gifts that humans, particularly ones in Fereldan, undergo in order to express interest in someone else...? Out of, um. Curiosity.
That man, Nathaniel, is Fereldan, yes. And yes, I'm human. Well spotted. But I don't really know. I didn't know he had interest in me until...
[He trails off.]
I challenged Zevran to a making-out competition. He picked Nate. And then Nate... showed that he was more interested than he'd let on. I don't know if that would work with the, another Fereldan. Or that Zevran would do that. Maybe think about what A--a person would want? What are the man's interests?
[This whole ring thing really isn't subtle, Beleth.]
[He trails off.]
I challenged Zevran to a making-out competition. He picked Nate. And then Nate... showed that he was more interested than he'd let on. I don't know if that would work with the, another Fereldan. Or that Zevran would do that. Maybe think about what A--a person would want? What are the man's interests?
[This whole ring thing really isn't subtle, Beleth.]
[ She chokes, just a little, or maybe not a little. Let her just cough a little because okay that certainly isn't a thing that's going to happen to her. ]
I don't think I would want that. But--uh. There are no interests. Or man to have them. There's no one in particular. I was just curious. I don't know much about human customs. I like to learn. It's not something that's in books. Reliable books, at least.
[ Shut up she is a BARD, A MASTER OF DECEPTION....... ]
I don't think I would want that. But--uh. There are no interests. Or man to have them. There's no one in particular. I was just curious. I don't know much about human customs. I like to learn. It's not something that's in books. Reliable books, at least.
[ Shut up she is a BARD, A MASTER OF DECEPTION....... ]
Beleth.
[There's so much doubt in his voice.]
Is denial really going to help you here? Has it helped you in any other ways, at any other time?
[There's so much doubt in his voice.]
Is denial really going to help you here? Has it helped you in any other ways, at any other time?
...Yeees?
[ Wait is that admittance, or not. Shit. ]
I just--um. [ SOS this is not going as planned. ] It's. Complicated. Everything is complicated. And I'm supposed to be the Good Dalish and the Good Dalish does not run off with human Wardens, if he even felt that way, which is highly doubtful of itself, and--
[ She's rambling. And maybe panicking, just a little. In the other two cases she talked to people about this she had days to prepare. And Anders probably does not care about her stupid issues and melodrama. ]
--I. I don't know. I like denial. It's easier.
[ Wait is that admittance, or not. Shit. ]
I just--um. [ SOS this is not going as planned. ] It's. Complicated. Everything is complicated. And I'm supposed to be the Good Dalish and the Good Dalish does not run off with human Wardens, if he even felt that way, which is highly doubtful of itself, and--
[ She's rambling. And maybe panicking, just a little. In the other two cases she talked to people about this she had days to prepare. And Anders probably does not care about her stupid issues and melodrama. ]
--I. I don't know. I like denial. It's easier.
[He prefers simpler issues like this, things that are between a couple of people rather than focused on oppression and suffering. It's a lovely break.]
Denial's easier. But it never seems to gain anything.
[Anders takes a breath.]
Why are you supposed to be the Good Dalish, and what does being one mean?
Denial's easier. But it never seems to gain anything.
[Anders takes a breath.]
Why are you supposed to be the Good Dalish, and what does being one mean?
It keeps me from being rejected and embarrassing myself by crying like a child.
[ This isn't a simple issue this is WORLD CHANGING STUFF. Or, not. ]
Being a Good Dalish entails understanding that your own selfish desires are less important than the needs of the People, and that sacrifices are required if we want to be able to preserve what little we have and pass it down to our children. If we want there to be children to pass it down to. It means making sure that there will be Keepers to guide our children. Being a Good Dalish means that sometimes, you have to live your life a way you may not have wanted, and have faith that your sacrifice will make a difference.
[ She pauses. Then clears her throat, and continues. ]
...To be more exact, it means that if I were a Good Dalish, I would be finding a proper Dalish man, preferably a mage, to bond with and reproduce. Not chasing after humans. And...I've told some of my clan that, before, repeatedly, so. They'd probably kill me if I did it.
[ Who knew being against relationships between different races would come back to bite her in the ass??? ]
[ This isn't a simple issue this is WORLD CHANGING STUFF. Or, not. ]
Being a Good Dalish entails understanding that your own selfish desires are less important than the needs of the People, and that sacrifices are required if we want to be able to preserve what little we have and pass it down to our children. If we want there to be children to pass it down to. It means making sure that there will be Keepers to guide our children. Being a Good Dalish means that sometimes, you have to live your life a way you may not have wanted, and have faith that your sacrifice will make a difference.
[ She pauses. Then clears her throat, and continues. ]
...To be more exact, it means that if I were a Good Dalish, I would be finding a proper Dalish man, preferably a mage, to bond with and reproduce. Not chasing after humans. And...I've told some of my clan that, before, repeatedly, so. They'd probably kill me if I did it.
[ Who knew being against relationships between different races would come back to bite her in the ass??? ]
What good is preservation and sacrifices if there isn't life and living? I know your people have lost a lot, but...
[He exhales. This is territory he doesn't know much about.]
You know Grey Wardens can't have children, right? Why couldn't you arrange to bear children with a Dalish mage, for the sake of your people, and have a relationship with someone else? I can't guarantee any specific Warden would be fine with that arrangement; sharing someone intimately that you care about can cause conflicts. But that doesn't mean you can't see where life takes you, and have that as an option.
There's nothing to say that someone can't change. You'd owe an apology to those you've told before to not chase after humans, but sometimes life leads to learning that you were wrong in the past.
[He exhales. This is territory he doesn't know much about.]
You know Grey Wardens can't have children, right? Why couldn't you arrange to bear children with a Dalish mage, for the sake of your people, and have a relationship with someone else? I can't guarantee any specific Warden would be fine with that arrangement; sharing someone intimately that you care about can cause conflicts. But that doesn't mean you can't see where life takes you, and have that as an option.
There's nothing to say that someone can't change. You'd owe an apology to those you've told before to not chase after humans, but sometimes life leads to learning that you were wrong in the past.
That...might work. [ She admits, almost reluctantly. ] If the other person would be alright with it. But--
[ She takes a minute to sigh at herself for having a weird emotional break down on Anders, she just wanted to ask about human culture, now she's rambling about hers. ]
--All of this is under the assumption that anything would happen in the first place, and that is a poor assumption to jump to. I was just...explaining, why I'm hesitant to talk about it. To, ah. Anyone. And--It's easy to keep something to yourself if you don't talk about it. I just want to wait for the right moment. Once I say it, I can't take it back, so if I mess it up...that's it.
[ And, preferably, for her to finish her fourth draft of The Confession. ]
[ She takes a minute to sigh at herself for having a weird emotional break down on Anders, she just wanted to ask about human culture, now she's rambling about hers. ]
--All of this is under the assumption that anything would happen in the first place, and that is a poor assumption to jump to. I was just...explaining, why I'm hesitant to talk about it. To, ah. Anyone. And--It's easy to keep something to yourself if you don't talk about it. I just want to wait for the right moment. Once I say it, I can't take it back, so if I mess it up...that's it.
[ And, preferably, for her to finish her fourth draft of The Confession. ]
[He takes a breath.]
I've had strong feelings for four people, Beleth. One I never acknowledged because there was too much risk, and the Templars took him away from me. One I never admitted my feelings to and maybe it was for the better, but I'm not sure. I'll never know. One I told, after hurting her, and I think it was right to tell her. And then there's Nathaniel, who knows, and I'm forever grateful I've told.
[He's getting a little rambly.]
The point is that you can't know all of the possibilities. You can't predict what will happen. But if you want a chance, you will have to speak up. Sitting on it, letting it slip away, means that it will never come to be. It's easier, yes. And you can tell yourself it was never going to happen. But you'll never know.
I've had strong feelings for four people, Beleth. One I never acknowledged because there was too much risk, and the Templars took him away from me. One I never admitted my feelings to and maybe it was for the better, but I'm not sure. I'll never know. One I told, after hurting her, and I think it was right to tell her. And then there's Nathaniel, who knows, and I'm forever grateful I've told.
[He's getting a little rambly.]
The point is that you can't know all of the possibilities. You can't predict what will happen. But if you want a chance, you will have to speak up. Sitting on it, letting it slip away, means that it will never come to be. It's easier, yes. And you can tell yourself it was never going to happen. But you'll never know.
I know. I--I want to, at some point, that's why I was asking about what humans do, because--I don't think it's the same, for the Dalish. I just...want to be prepared. I know I can't get it perfect, but I can try to smooth out as many potential wrinkles as possible.
[ She feels like she's all over the place, she doesn't want to, it's not proper, but she wants to. Creators damn it all, she's a mess, and Anders is a saint for dealing with her and her haphazard emotions. And he gives her a bit of hope--he's like, super old, and he still found someone, so maybe she's not as much of a risk of being an old maid as she thought. ]
Does he ever...say anything, about me? Like--I don't know, just talking about me?
[ She feels like she's all over the place, she doesn't want to, it's not proper, but she wants to. Creators damn it all, she's a mess, and Anders is a saint for dealing with her and her haphazard emotions. And he gives her a bit of hope--he's like, super old, and he still found someone, so maybe she's not as much of a risk of being an old maid as she thought. ]
Does he ever...say anything, about me? Like--I don't know, just talking about me?
I don't... I don't sit and chat with him a great deal. And we definitely don't talk about romantic interests; he doesn't like Nate.
[Anders pauses.]
We don't have a ritual. I don't know what the Dalish do, but... figure out something he likes, make sure no Orlesians were involved in its production, and give it to him. Maybe something for his dog, or something to rub on swords if they need things rubbed on the way bowstrings do. ...Or something to rub on his sword, if you feel like cutting to the chase.
[Anders pauses.]
We don't have a ritual. I don't know what the Dalish do, but... figure out something he likes, make sure no Orlesians were involved in its production, and give it to him. Maybe something for his dog, or something to rub on swords if they need things rubbed on the way bowstrings do. ...Or something to rub on his sword, if you feel like cutting to the chase.
[ She wheezes yet again, like air escaping a balloon. Air that has been scandalized by the implication that she would attempt to engage in any kind of intercourse with the man that she was romantically pursuing. ]
Ah. Well. How would he be able to tell that the present wasn't just...a gift for a friend? Or a friend's dog. How would I...um. Convey the proper sentiment? Have my intentions be clear?
Ah. Well. How would he be able to tell that the present wasn't just...a gift for a friend? Or a friend's dog. How would I...um. Convey the proper sentiment? Have my intentions be clear?
Tell him.
[It's both complicated and not.]
Alistair likes things simple. Give him the gift, and tell him it's because of the feelings you have for him, admiration, respect, and interest. Not in those words exactly, make them have emotion, make them you're own, but simply be clear. He'll appreciate it.
[It's both complicated and not.]
Alistair likes things simple. Give him the gift, and tell him it's because of the feelings you have for him, admiration, respect, and interest. Not in those words exactly, make them have emotion, make them you're own, but simply be clear. He'll appreciate it.
"But then I couldn't see you stretched out and helpless. Vulnerable for my eyes only, with my word alone holding you here." Oh, Anders feels so good from the inside. Nathaniel thinks there must have been a great emptiness in his life before he loved Anders, before Clarel's madness and the Inquisition. Not born of a lack of love, but of a lack of Anders. A life without this man, this personality, this perfection. He kisses him as if he can drink him deeper that way, as if he can be more fully a part of him, and make up for the deficit of his life before Anders.
The way Nate kisses him, as if he's desperate for Anders even with the mage right here, with him, is intoxicating. Anders moans into the kiss, yearning and loving. Until Nate, he'd never had sex with love involved. Now he can't get enough, and it makes the word 'helpless' something he can skip over mentally. Being vulnerable for Nate alone is something he wants, though, something he enjoys.
His tongue tangles with Nate's and the moan deepens to a groan. He's loved by this magnificent man. He's absolutely loved and he belongs here.
"Stretched out for you, however you want me," he breathes out when the kiss is broken. A moment later he's grinning and craning his neck to steal a soft kiss. "Howe ever. Howe, I love you. Ravish me, please."
His tongue tangles with Nate's and the moan deepens to a groan. He's loved by this magnificent man. He's absolutely loved and he belongs here.
"Stretched out for you, however you want me," he breathes out when the kiss is broken. A moment later he's grinning and craning his neck to steal a soft kiss. "Howe ever. Howe, I love you. Ravish me, please."
[ She makes a clicking noise with her tongue. Yes, wow, amazing, Anders. Why didn't she think of that?? Truly some top notch problem solving. Because she wasn't asking about presents as a way to circumvent that whole talking thing. Truly a revolutionary.
...She doesn't say any of that, because that would be really rude. ]
I'm on the fourth revision of a multipage essay detailing my feelings for him, what I can bring to the metaphorical table that makes me a suitable candidate for a romantic partner, and why he should agree to entering a relationship with me.
I've cut the page count in half since my original draft.
I was hoping I could find a present that would be a little more...concise.
...She doesn't say any of that, because that would be really rude. ]
I'm on the fourth revision of a multipage essay detailing my feelings for him, what I can bring to the metaphorical table that makes me a suitable candidate for a romantic partner, and why he should agree to entering a relationship with me.
I've cut the page count in half since my original draft.
I was hoping I could find a present that would be a little more...concise.
Anders? Are you at the healing tents? I need to see you.
[She sounds shaken.]
[She sounds shaken.]
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