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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
[Please leave a message after the beep that doesn't actually exist.]
And into all of those teachings are woven hatred and judgment. If you've specific members of the Chantry you know who you'd recommend, I'll meet with them and take their measure. But it's nearly impossible for me to trust anyone who is Templar or Sister or Brother or so on without meeting them. I'm sorry.
[And he sounds it. He doesn't like turning away possible resources, but there's too much of a risk when it comes to having them be among mages.]
[And he sounds it. He doesn't like turning away possible resources, but there's too much of a risk when it comes to having them be among mages.]
It's alright. I'll keep my ears open; if there's someone to speak to, I'll make an introduction.
[ A beat, and awkwardly, as though he's trying to come to a decision on something: ]
You're doing a good thing here, with this, and with them. [ If praising the Wardens tastes a little false, so be it. ] If you need help in something outside this, in the future, you can ask.
[ Killing Anders might be a simple way to avoid another Chantry explosion, but it's not one they can take. Having people in his corner might do more. ]
[ A beat, and awkwardly, as though he's trying to come to a decision on something: ]
You're doing a good thing here, with this, and with them. [ If praising the Wardens tastes a little false, so be it. ] If you need help in something outside this, in the future, you can ask.
[ Killing Anders might be a simple way to avoid another Chantry explosion, but it's not one they can take. Having people in his corner might do more. ]
Thank you.
[If he sounds taken aback, it's because he is. Most of the people calling this a good thing are people he's known for a long time.]
I, I really appreciate that, and I'll likely ask.
[A short pause.]
You're a mage, aren't you? The implication was there, in our last conversation. Is there a reason you're not interested in helping with the magic teaching?
[If he sounds taken aback, it's because he is. Most of the people calling this a good thing are people he's known for a long time.]
I, I really appreciate that, and I'll likely ask.
[A short pause.]
You're a mage, aren't you? The implication was there, in our last conversation. Is there a reason you're not interested in helping with the magic teaching?
My education has been... limited. By the standards of your people, and mine.
[ Perhaps it's enough to say. He isn't embarrassed (alright, a little — ), but he can't help but keep from a certain privacy. Elene taught him that much. ]
I would not forward misinformation.
[ Perhaps it's enough to say. He isn't embarrassed (alright, a little — ), but he can't help but keep from a certain privacy. Elene taught him that much. ]
I would not forward misinformation.
Can I help you? Cover some of the gaps? I've no ability with entropy, but the rest of the schools I can teach, and I enjoy it.
[He works to keep it from sounding patronizing. Some mages might feel shame for not being well-schooled, but he doesn't see reason for it. You learned or you didn't based on your circumstances, and some Circles were very, very poor circumstances.]
[He works to keep it from sounding patronizing. Some mages might feel shame for not being well-schooled, but he doesn't see reason for it. You learned or you didn't based on your circumstances, and some Circles were very, very poor circumstances.]
[Just. Popping in and sitting down.]
Itching and burning and weird discharge, [she says promptly. She had checked up on him, shortly after his return, but it had been somewhat unsentimental. There had been a big archer in the way and Anders had seemed tired. This doesn't seem like a good way to start the sentimental part, but she has needs.]
Itching and burning and weird discharge, [she says promptly. She had checked up on him, shortly after his return, but it had been somewhat unsentimental. There had been a big archer in the way and Anders had seemed tired. This doesn't seem like a good way to start the sentimental part, but she has needs.]
Mm.
[It's not the worst way he's been greeted, not by a long shot, and the first look he shoots her is amused before it settles into serious.]
Itching and burning in particular suggest an infection. Hop on up to the table?
[It's not the worst way he's been greeted, not by a long shot, and the first look he shoots her is amused before it settles into serious.]
Itching and burning in particular suggest an infection. Hop on up to the table?
[She does this, wordlessly, and lies back and spreads her knees. She hopes this will be over quickly so they can get on to the friendship part of this.]
And I'd be glad to help. I'm easy to find at the healing tents from early morning into the early evening, and if you get in touch with me I can step aside and work with you. Later than that, I'm a little more difficult to catch as I'm down in the Warden camp or the refugee tents.
[It doesn't take long to confirm what's going on and tend to it before he gives her a faint smile.]
And simply apply that once a day, and it'll clear up the rest of the way. How's everything else working?
And simply apply that once a day, and it'll clear up the rest of the way. How's everything else working?
As it ought. [She sits back up and lets her legs swing for a moment, pursing her lips.]
Cyril told me what happened.
Cyril told me what happened.
You're very welcome. I'll see you when you do.
[He takes a slow breath, leaning against the table before he nods.]
Ah. That.
Ah. That.
My friend!
[He gave you time to honeymoon. Now he's here to loudly say hi. Well that and he has a question.]
I require a moment of your time when you have a chance. Or several I suppose since this might become an ongoing matter.
[He gave you time to honeymoon. Now he's here to loudly say hi. Well that and he has a question.]
I require a moment of your time when you have a chance. Or several I suppose since this might become an ongoing matter.
[He's not sure he's ever going to know what's going on with Iskandar. But he does like talking with the man.]
I believe I've some time. What is it?
I believe I've some time. What is it?
A wonderful young woman said that I should speak to healers about changes I've been noticing with my Spirit body in this world. Such as needing food now and the like. She even mentioned you by name as someone who I could go to for helping me to study these changes. Would you be interested? Perhaps you could learn something about the differences between myself and the Spirits of these lands.
[He's been recommended for something other than just healing. That's new, and nice.]
I'd be interested. Are you, do you feel like the changes are happening gradually, or they've all happened at once and you're adjusting?
I'd be interested. Are you, do you feel like the changes are happening gradually, or they've all happened at once and you're adjusting?
Mmm. I would say it must have all changed the moment I entered this world. However, I have been discovering the differences as they come up. So the latter is more accurate.
It's lovely, saying good-night and leaving the party to continue behind them. Nathaniel takes his husband's hand as they stroll toward their tent. The crescent moon is waning, but the sky is clear and the stars are bright. The light hits the snow and breaks into shimmering crystal over its surface. It's clean and bright, the purple shadow of the mountains and the black of the sky, the white of the stars and the blue of the snow. As they leave the noise behind, the whole of it belongs to them alone, two wayfarers alone in a sight out of heaven.
They have a tent with vertical walls now, atop a wooden frame with a fireproofed wooden chimney. Nathaniel holds the flap open, his hand clasping Anders' as he steps over the frame and enters, and he hesitates a moment, breathing the cold, taking energy from the stars. Then he follows close behind and ties the flaps shut. The fire is already built; it only needs flame, preferably from a mage, or else it will take some time before they can get around to enjoying themselves.
They have a tent with vertical walls now, atop a wooden frame with a fireproofed wooden chimney. Nathaniel holds the flap open, his hand clasping Anders' as he steps over the frame and enters, and he hesitates a moment, breathing the cold, taking energy from the stars. Then he follows close behind and ties the flaps shut. The fire is already built; it only needs flame, preferably from a mage, or else it will take some time before they can get around to enjoying themselves.
It's beautiful out, stars and snow and even more importantly, Nate beside him. While happiness is the main thing he's feeling, there's also a little uncharacteristic nervousness. This is his husband, the man he's going to share the rest of his life with. It's surreal.
He steps inside and lights the fire promptly, turning to face Nate and give him a small smile that may betray the bizarre twinge of nerves he's feeling.
"Hello, my husband." The air is starting to warm a little already, and Anders reaches for Nate to pull him closer to himself and the growing fire.
He steps inside and lights the fire promptly, turning to face Nate and give him a small smile that may betray the bizarre twinge of nerves he's feeling.
"Hello, my husband." The air is starting to warm a little already, and Anders reaches for Nate to pull him closer to himself and the growing fire.
Nathaniel's hands move to Anders' waist, and he smiles. Anders had looked radiant under the stars, but this light suits him better. Anders is not cold and white like starlight. In here, the fire casts seams of copper in golden hair, and shines in the depths of amber eyes. Skin that is pale under daylight is faintly bronze now, and Nathaniel will take the greatest of pleasure in unwrapping each inch of it until this golden god of a man is bare and glimmering in the firelight.
"My husband," he names him, and leans in to take a kiss from his lips.
"My husband," he names him, and leans in to take a kiss from his lips.
Nate looks at him like he's never seen someone before, like Anders is the most amazing thing he's ever seen, and Anders melts into his touch. He's loved, absolutely loved, and he loves back in return.
The kiss is slow and warm and perfect, the taste of wine lingering on Nate's lips. Anders hums, pleased, reaching up to brush some of Nate's hair that's fallen loose back. The man is equally warm against him, all muscles and angles and the delicious scent that is Nate.
"I didn't think I could love you more," he murmurs against his lips, "but you fill my heart in the most impossible ways." His smile turns a little mischievous as he pulls back slightly, looking Nate over. "And you fill me in slightly more possible ones."
It's his wedding night. If ever there was a time for innuendo, now is it.
The kiss is slow and warm and perfect, the taste of wine lingering on Nate's lips. Anders hums, pleased, reaching up to brush some of Nate's hair that's fallen loose back. The man is equally warm against him, all muscles and angles and the delicious scent that is Nate.
"I didn't think I could love you more," he murmurs against his lips, "but you fill my heart in the most impossible ways." His smile turns a little mischievous as he pulls back slightly, looking Nate over. "And you fill me in slightly more possible ones."
It's his wedding night. If ever there was a time for innuendo, now is it.
That glimmer of lust in Nathaniel's eyes sparks into flame, but he does not hurry. Gently, so gently, his hands cup Anders' jaw and bring him back into the kiss, flash of tongue, soft and hot and slick. Then, he begins to unwrap his wedding present.
Fingers catch the top fastening of those beautiful robes. He likes frogs better than ties, because it takes so little to undo them. Slowly, he is exposing a line of skin, and it becomes increasingly clear that--
A wicked smile. "You're not wearing anything under this, are you?"
Fingers catch the top fastening of those beautiful robes. He likes frogs better than ties, because it takes so little to undo them. Slowly, he is exposing a line of skin, and it becomes increasingly clear that--
A wicked smile. "You're not wearing anything under this, are you?"
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