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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.]
"Kissing every inch of you I can reach," he murmurs against his shoulder. "Loving you for the rest of my life. Treasuring every moment of you. And in the short term, making love to you all night. Keeping you in ecstasy for as long as possible without tipping you over the edge. My darling boy, I love you so much."
He nips at his jaw, one hand drifting to toy lightly with Anders' cock, fingertips drawing patterns over the head of it.
He nips at his jaw, one hand drifting to toy lightly with Anders' cock, fingertips drawing patterns over the head of it.
I've got some lotion I'm supposed to give you. Opened up the stuff and it's all sparkles in there so I bet that girl appreciates my name for you.
[He's so proud of himself.]
I'm putting it at your tent. Enjoy those sparkle fingers.
[He's so good at this sneaking thing.]
[He's so proud of himself.]
I'm putting it at your tent. Enjoy those sparkle fingers.
[He's so good at this sneaking thing.]
I...
[He has no words. Sparkly lotion from a woman?]
What woman? Thank you, but anyone should know by now that I'm taken unless it's someone who's just arrived.
[He has no words. Sparkly lotion from a woman?]
What woman? Thank you, but anyone should know by now that I'm taken unless it's someone who's just arrived.
Coupe. Got me some qunari stuff if I'd slip you some lotion. Probably to make you suddenly find yourself all sparkles.
[He laughs at the thought.]
Pretty good joke if you get a rogue for it.
[But she asked him. Mister Sneaky.]
[He laughs at the thought.]
Pretty good joke if you get a rogue for it.
[But she asked him. Mister Sneaky.]
...The Templar?
[The thought of sparkly lotion had been amusing, but now he's worried.]
Did you touch it? Are you all right? She's a Templar, Oghren. They've never... Nothing's ever been that harmless with one.
[The thought of sparkly lotion had been amusing, but now he's worried.]
Did you touch it? Are you all right? She's a Templar, Oghren. They've never... Nothing's ever been that harmless with one.
You have yourself a history and they have a history and sometimes things are jokes. It's lotion. With more sparkles in it than stone in Orzammar.
[He gives a snort.]
Pretty woman. I'd get under that armor anytime.
[He gives a snort.]
Pretty woman. I'd get under that armor anytime.
[He's reminded again of who all believed him and stood with him at Vigil's Keep when the Templars betrayed him. No one except Justice.]
Right.
[His voice is as neutral as he can make it. Rolan had been able to skewer him with a blade because everyone thought him hysterical. This time around, he needs to be more careful.]
Of course. Thank you. Let me know if she asks any other favors of you regarding me?
Right.
[His voice is as neutral as he can make it. Rolan had been able to skewer him with a blade because everyone thought him hysterical. This time around, he needs to be more careful.]
Of course. Thank you. Let me know if she asks any other favors of you regarding me?
Still suspicious, huh?
[Well that's what happens with those checkered history types. He sighs.]
We're both Wardens, right?
[Well that's what happens with those checkered history types. He sighs.]
We're both Wardens, right?
So was Rolan. And he drove a sword through my chest.
[He doesn't know that this isn't a waste. A failed attempt to reach someone who really doesn't want to pay attention to the more weighty aspects of life.]
All I'm asking is for awareness when it comes to Templars reacting to me. I'm not telling you not to try bedding her, or any others. I'm not saying don't enjoy their company if you'd like. Just simply be aware. Please, Oghren. That's the nice thing you could do for me.
[He doesn't know that this isn't a waste. A failed attempt to reach someone who really doesn't want to pay attention to the more weighty aspects of life.]
All I'm asking is for awareness when it comes to Templars reacting to me. I'm not telling you not to try bedding her, or any others. I'm not saying don't enjoy their company if you'd like. Just simply be aware. Please, Oghren. That's the nice thing you could do for me.
Now you wait a minute. You want to know what else we both are? Disappointments. Filled with mistakes. I don't know about Rolan but if you start comparing me to someone who tried to kill you I'll kick you in the stones so hard it'll make your ancestors cry.
[He grumbles a bit.]
Next time you suggest I'm part of something that'll harm you, just remember your family jewels are in danger of my boot.
[He grumbles a bit.]
Next time you suggest I'm part of something that'll harm you, just remember your family jewels are in danger of my boot.
For several moments he's quiet. He sees the brief fist, hears the pauses, and doesn't have enough details to fill in any of the gaps.
"Hurt breeds hurt," he echoes back, agreeing. Now it's time for his own pause, his own delving into something personal. "My husband, he said something once. Something along the lines of if you speak to a person only in the language of pain and hatred, if that's all they know, that's all they can reply with. Until someone speaks to them with kindness."
Cages terrify him. He'd escaped from one over and over and over, and now he's in a cage of his own making, his own actions.
"The bars, they start coming down, then. The inner ones. Sometimes. Kindness can break the cycle. It does not have to be full forgiveness if you can't do that. As I said, there's some things..." Anders shakes his head. Never in a million centuries could he forgive Alrik, could he forgive the Kirkwall Templars for what they'd done to Karl and so many others. They knew what was going on and they'd participated or turned a blind eye. But he heals anyway.
"And even kindness can be difficult. But it's a step. It's a different language. It could mean a different world."
"Hurt breeds hurt," he echoes back, agreeing. Now it's time for his own pause, his own delving into something personal. "My husband, he said something once. Something along the lines of if you speak to a person only in the language of pain and hatred, if that's all they know, that's all they can reply with. Until someone speaks to them with kindness."
Cages terrify him. He'd escaped from one over and over and over, and now he's in a cage of his own making, his own actions.
"The bars, they start coming down, then. The inner ones. Sometimes. Kindness can break the cycle. It does not have to be full forgiveness if you can't do that. As I said, there's some things..." Anders shakes his head. Never in a million centuries could he forgive Alrik, could he forgive the Kirkwall Templars for what they'd done to Karl and so many others. They knew what was going on and they'd participated or turned a blind eye. But he heals anyway.
"And even kindness can be difficult. But it's a step. It's a different language. It could mean a different world."
That's not what I was saying.
[Now his voice is stern.]
The Templar Wardens are the ones who attacked me. I'm well aware of it. You're not among the group who wanted me dead.
But no one listened to my worries which is why Rylock was able to lay her trap, and why Rolan was able to lay his. No one believed me when I said they were out to get me save Justice. I'm asking for the benefit of the doubt this time around. I'm asking for you to maybe pause when a Templar is passing on a gift and wonder why.
[Now his voice is stern.]
The Templar Wardens are the ones who attacked me. I'm well aware of it. You're not among the group who wanted me dead.
But no one listened to my worries which is why Rylock was able to lay her trap, and why Rolan was able to lay his. No one believed me when I said they were out to get me save Justice. I'm asking for the benefit of the doubt this time around. I'm asking for you to maybe pause when a Templar is passing on a gift and wonder why.
Edited 2017-03-13 08:03 (UTC)
I knew you wanted the skull. I'll gather what I can. Give me... I can't set off right away, there's a lot else to do, but I'll put together some people. Wardens only?
You think I didn't? I'm a drunk failure but I'm not stupid. How do you think I know what the stuff is that you're getting?
[He huffs on his end now.]
On the honor of my ancestors, I paid attention to this, Anders. I even didn't try that sneaking business for the joke.
Lotion is going to be with your stuff. You can figure out what to do with the stuff. I sure don't need it.
[He huffs on his end now.]
On the honor of my ancestors, I paid attention to this, Anders. I even didn't try that sneaking business for the joke.
Lotion is going to be with your stuff. You can figure out what to do with the stuff. I sure don't need it.
[Oghren has a point, and Anders sighs. He knows he's too defensive. But those instincts have saved his life so questioning them...]
Thank you,
[He finally says after a moment.]
Thank you for checking.
Thank you,
[He finally says after a moment.]
Thank you for checking.
His initial chuckle turns into a happy sigh. He'd not expected Nate to have a romantic side, back in the day. Imagined, definitely. Oh, the things he'd imagined... but Nate had seemed too stiff for this.
Anders urges them over, to their sides, so that he has the freedom to start exploring Nate in return.
"You fill my heart," he whispers before nudging Nate's chin up with a finger so he can kiss Nate on the lips lightly. There's a small push of his hips into Nate's touch; small because he doesn't want Nate slipping out. "I want you to fill all of my days, and my nights. I'm yours until my dying breath."
His hand moves to glide down Nate's back, tracing the man's spine with light nails. "And you are mine."
Anders urges them over, to their sides, so that he has the freedom to start exploring Nate in return.
"You fill my heart," he whispers before nudging Nate's chin up with a finger so he can kiss Nate on the lips lightly. There's a small push of his hips into Nate's touch; small because he doesn't want Nate slipping out. "I want you to fill all of my days, and my nights. I'm yours until my dying breath."
His hand moves to glide down Nate's back, tracing the man's spine with light nails. "And you are mine."
But now you can eat instead of fading away.
[Sex magic. For a moment Anders ponders what school that would fall under before dismissing the thought. It's not relevant.]
Would you mind if I sent Creation magic into you, and tried to see what I could sense from that?
[Sex magic. For a moment Anders ponders what school that would fall under before dismissing the thought. It's not relevant.]
Would you mind if I sent Creation magic into you, and tried to see what I could sense from that?
Remember that next time.
[He's just being a grumpy pants now.]
I'm going to the tavern to have a drink. [Many drink. But hey the grumpy will go away.]
[He's just being a grumpy pants now.]
I'm going to the tavern to have a drink. [Many drink. But hey the grumpy will go away.]
[Welcome to being Senior Warden, Alistair.]
You're the one that's been there before. Also Zevran and Morrigan, I imagine, but they're not Wardens. I'll limit it.
You're the one that's been there before. Also Zevran and Morrigan, I imagine, but they're not Wardens. I'll limit it.
I would not mind. Though I will tell you that I am somewhat resistant to magic. So if that will change how you use it then I feel you should be aware of the fact.
[His magic resistance isn't the strongest in the world but it can throw some off if they're not expecting it. He feels he should at least warn the mage first should he need to use more as a result of the fact.]
[His magic resistance isn't the strongest in the world but it can throw some off if they're not expecting it. He feels he should at least warn the mage first should he need to use more as a result of the fact.]
"I didn't know you were married,"
A slight admission, almost apologetic. He supposes there's no reason that he should have; it's not as though they're close. But it still seems like the sort of thing to try to know: An indication of depth beneath the surface waters. Anders has given him something here, and more consciously than Beleth, than Cade or Thingol. If it's hurt he's outpoured, it's been refined, somehow. Altered with craft and skill.
Alan isn't quite sure what to do with it. Most fine, precious things, he hides away. Buries the moment for others to find. On their own time, on their own terms.
This can't be shared so easily, save perhaps in the doing.
"For everyone?" A different world. "Or for yourself?"
A slight admission, almost apologetic. He supposes there's no reason that he should have; it's not as though they're close. But it still seems like the sort of thing to try to know: An indication of depth beneath the surface waters. Anders has given him something here, and more consciously than Beleth, than Cade or Thingol. If it's hurt he's outpoured, it's been refined, somehow. Altered with craft and skill.
Alan isn't quite sure what to do with it. Most fine, precious things, he hides away. Buries the moment for others to find. On their own time, on their own terms.
This can't be shared so easily, save perhaps in the doing.
"For everyone?" A different world. "Or for yourself?"
He waves a hand, dismissing the lack of knowledge.
"We've not exactly gone out of our way to spread the word.". The Circle, Templars, and Chantry had taken away Karl, and Anders knows he has a massive target on his back. The only way to really hurt him is to hurt Nate or his cat, and it's an awareness that's always lingering there. The fewer who know, the less likely it is that Nathaniel gets injured or worse for Anders. But Nate is far more able to defend himself than Karl ever was.
A few moments go by as he sips the tea, looking over the cup at Alan, weighing the question. It hadn't been asked with bitterness, as far as he can tell.
"I do count among the everyone," he says mildly, "no matter how many would wish it to be otherwise. So the answer is yes."
He has blood on his hands. But he's far from the only one here, and far from the only one with innocent blood on their hands too. If the Templars are allowed to walk free and blameless, he's going to damn well claim the free bit as well.
"Why else would I be here, healing, when I could have stayed safely hidden away?" When he could have stayed far away from the looks of hatred and judgment, the whispers that follow him, the death threats?
"We've not exactly gone out of our way to spread the word.". The Circle, Templars, and Chantry had taken away Karl, and Anders knows he has a massive target on his back. The only way to really hurt him is to hurt Nate or his cat, and it's an awareness that's always lingering there. The fewer who know, the less likely it is that Nathaniel gets injured or worse for Anders. But Nate is far more able to defend himself than Karl ever was.
A few moments go by as he sips the tea, looking over the cup at Alan, weighing the question. It hadn't been asked with bitterness, as far as he can tell.
"I do count among the everyone," he says mildly, "no matter how many would wish it to be otherwise. So the answer is yes."
He has blood on his hands. But he's far from the only one here, and far from the only one with innocent blood on their hands too. If the Templars are allowed to walk free and blameless, he's going to damn well claim the free bit as well.
"Why else would I be here, healing, when I could have stayed safely hidden away?" When he could have stayed far away from the looks of hatred and judgment, the whispers that follow him, the death threats?
"Yours," murmurs Nathaniel against golden skin. "Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours." One arm hooks under Anders' top leg, pulling it up so he can rock into him deep and slow. His hand tightens around Anders' cock. "I love you so much. I love you. My husband. My darling boy."
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