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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.]
[He takes a moment to make sure that he is before taking the sending crystal out for a walk.]
I am. You're sounding well.
[More like yourself, he'd almost said, but those aren't the words of a healer. They'd only remind Zevran of what had happened.]
What's going on?
[He fights back any worries about why Zevran might be calling - if it was serious, the Elf would have sounded more, well, serious, surely.]
I am. You're sounding well.
[More like yourself, he'd almost said, but those aren't the words of a healer. They'd only remind Zevran of what had happened.]
What's going on?
[He fights back any worries about why Zevran might be calling - if it was serious, the Elf would have sounded more, well, serious, surely.]
Far colder than your bed.
[Now here's something that's promising, and it's a good distraction from what's to come in the days ahead.]
Snow, ice, and while I imagine I could curl up with the other mage in here, I'm not so certain he'd entirely appreciate it. A shame you're not out here.
[Now here's something that's promising, and it's a good distraction from what's to come in the days ahead.]
Snow, ice, and while I imagine I could curl up with the other mage in here, I'm not so certain he'd entirely appreciate it. A shame you're not out here.
If I were it'd be a good deal warmer and much more fun. Curling up with you at the end of a long day, sharing our bedroll leaving us so tightly entwined we can barely move for how close we are pressed to one another.
[ A thoughtful sigh, here, lingering and languid. ]
Mmmmm. A fine way to spend the night, that.
[ A thoughtful sigh, here, lingering and languid. ]
Mmmmm. A fine way to spend the night, that.
[And now the message starts to make sense, and Anders' voice warms as he finally finds a spot with decent, likely lasting, privacy.]
Very fine. One bedroll means a lot of... fitting together, and if it's the end of the day then we can take our time about it. Something languid, building. Our bodies together and nothing but time. I can almost smell the oil you use on your hair, and the leather you wear.
Very fine. One bedroll means a lot of... fitting together, and if it's the end of the day then we can take our time about it. Something languid, building. Our bodies together and nothing but time. I can almost smell the oil you use on your hair, and the leather you wear.
The clasp of your robe is not so difficult a thing to unfasten- ah. What are you wearing? The green with the gold edges and the sash that is looped so carelessly to one side that it might come loose with the proper tug-
Or the blue with the clasps that rest against your throat in the most teasing of ways?
Or the blue with the clasps that rest against your throat in the most teasing of ways?
[Fifty layers because it's freezing, Zevran.]
The green. The green, because I like the way people look at it and I can see them wonder how it hasn't come loose yet, or if it maybe has. It'll open easily if you tug, and I'd guide your hands in to show you that there's nothing underneath before taking a closer look at what you're wearing. I hope there are tight leggings; I enjoy the sight of them molded to your thighs.
The green. The green, because I like the way people look at it and I can see them wonder how it hasn't come loose yet, or if it maybe has. It'll open easily if you tug, and I'd guide your hands in to show you that there's nothing underneath before taking a closer look at what you're wearing. I hope there are tight leggings; I enjoy the sight of them molded to your thighs.
Antivan leather leggings and that fitted, red shirt with the embroidery at the cuffs. And likely seven knives but we can ignore those for the moment, yes? I'm far too busy pulling your robes open to stroke your sides, nuzzling at your throat to bite a bruise there.
[Antivan leather, of course. The days when he knew the differences between leathers and silks are so far distant.]
I refuse to wonder how you've never accidentally stabbed a lover as I tilt my head back for your teeth and run my hands over your Antivan-leather-covered ass. Your hands feel light and nice on my sides, and start urging your shirt up to feel your bare chest against mine.
I refuse to wonder how you've never accidentally stabbed a lover as I tilt my head back for your teeth and run my hands over your Antivan-leather-covered ass. Your hands feel light and nice on my sides, and start urging your shirt up to feel your bare chest against mine.
You're so warm, and I immediately slide my hands over your chest before pinching one of your nipples, hard. I'm shifting a moment later to put myself underneath you because I want to feel your weight on me. It's not enough, and I'm grinding against you eagerly and spreading my legs more.
[ There's a hitch to Zevran's breath, now, the rustling of fabric- his shirt? The sheets? Something as he does more or less what Anders has said. ]
So cruel to start so roughly, my friend. What if I should bruise? Would you kiss it better? I roll with you, settle over you- tilt your hips just so with a firm grip so we are grinding cock to cock together.
So cruel to start so roughly, my friend. What if I should bruise? Would you kiss it better? I roll with you, settle over you- tilt your hips just so with a firm grip so we are grinding cock to cock together.
We both know that if you bruise I'll soothe the injury with my tongue, lavish it with attention.
[He's found a good spot, now, one not likely to be stumbled upon by patrols or anyone else, and his own hand drops down to rub a little.]
In fact, I'll kiss it better now. Pre-emptively. I'm a healer, after all, and my fingers are warm with creation magic as I toy with your other one. It's only fair, because your cock feels so good against mine.
[He's found a good spot, now, one not likely to be stumbled upon by patrols or anyone else, and his own hand drops down to rub a little.]
In fact, I'll kiss it better now. Pre-emptively. I'm a healer, after all, and my fingers are warm with creation magic as I toy with your other one. It's only fair, because your cock feels so good against mine.
Because you are a marvelous man- mmm.
[ Easier, now, to lick his palm and get down to it, hand starting slow, voice low and rough. ]
Too kind, Bello- I arch against you, hips rolling- [ He takes a stuttered breath, a low groan dragging past his lips. ]
And reach for the oil I have in my pack.
[ Easier, now, to lick his palm and get down to it, hand starting slow, voice low and rough. ]
Too kind, Bello- I arch against you, hips rolling- [ He takes a stuttered breath, a low groan dragging past his lips. ]
And reach for the oil I have in my pack.
Hey, Anders. I know you're probably busy killing magisters or something equally awesome, but...You should know, if no one has told you yet.
The Inquisition advisers dropped the news. So...now everyone in Skyhold is going to know.
The Inquisition advisers dropped the news. So...now everyone in Skyhold is going to know.
I saw the announcement on the way out. It will be...
[He takes a shaky breath.]
It's out. It's better that way. And now I try to, I work on the future. One day at a time.
[He takes a shaky breath.]
It's out. It's better that way. And now I try to, I work on the future. One day at a time.
It's going to be a shitshow. [ Blunt but calm. ] But you know we have your back.
I told people to contact me if they've got any issues. Hopefully I can bang enough heads together that they'll be a little more understanding by the time you and Hercules get back.
[ As usual, she assumes she can handle anything anyone throws at her. Better her than a squishy, underfed mage, or Herc, or whoever else would get the rap for this. ]
I told people to contact me if they've got any issues. Hopefully I can bang enough heads together that they'll be a little more understanding by the time you and Hercules get back.
[ As usual, she assumes she can handle anything anyone throws at her. Better her than a squishy, underfed mage, or Herc, or whoever else would get the rap for this. ]
I take it they still don't teach tactical retreats with Warden curriculum.
[But there's a little warmth in his voice. He couldn't have expected as many to stand up for him as had, or for this to turn out with him still breathing. ...or for this to turn out with him still getting regular meals that aren't dropped by Templars out of spite.]
Thank you, Kaisa. Don't let anyone stab you, please.
[But there's a little warmth in his voice. He couldn't have expected as many to stand up for him as had, or for this to turn out with him still breathing. ...or for this to turn out with him still getting regular meals that aren't dropped by Templars out of spite.]
Thank you, Kaisa. Don't let anyone stab you, please.
I've actually been wondering about this whole retreating business. I wish we didn't need the Inquisition as bad as we do.
[ It irks her, being at their mercy. ]
If anyone stabs me, you'll come kiss it better, right? [ She says it lightly, but her tone grows a little grimmer after a moment. ] It's a bad idea anyway, having friends outside of the Wardens. Pretty much doomed from the get go.
[ It irks her, being at their mercy. ]
If anyone stabs me, you'll come kiss it better, right? [ She says it lightly, but her tone grows a little grimmer after a moment. ] It's a bad idea anyway, having friends outside of the Wardens. Pretty much doomed from the get go.
[Her joke gets a quiet, half-laugh, but then the rest gets a sigh.]
I... They can't know everything, it's true. But a few of them are good people, and good friends. Zevran, for instance, is no Warden, but he's the sort that sees more than most realize. It's true that most friends will outlive us and not understand when we go to face the Calling. But there are good people out there. To close off is to only do them and us a disservice, because Thedas will only truly heal if there is equality, and that comes through unity.
I... They can't know everything, it's true. But a few of them are good people, and good friends. Zevran, for instance, is no Warden, but he's the sort that sees more than most realize. It's true that most friends will outlive us and not understand when we go to face the Calling. But there are good people out there. To close off is to only do them and us a disservice, because Thedas will only truly heal if there is equality, and that comes through unity.
[The first squeeze of his cock has him making a quiet moan, but not so quiet that the crystal won't pick it up.]
Only as kind as you've been. You feel so good against me, knowing my body almost as well as I do. I'm canting my hips up when I see what you've got there. I want you, Zevran.
[He opens his robes and gets a hand down his pants, voice getting deeper.]
Only as kind as you've been. You feel so good against me, knowing my body almost as well as I do. I'm canting my hips up when I see what you've got there. I want you, Zevran.
[He opens his robes and gets a hand down his pants, voice getting deeper.]
[While Sina is ill, Pel is spending time in the gardens aiding the plants in their growth. She bends over a patch of elfroot and gives it a boost with Keeper magic, unaware of the presence of a controversial figure.]
[He's working to keep his head down as best he can. He can feel the glares on his back, though, and hear snatches of conversation about 'the abomination,' and he feels sick. It's one thing to know, abstractly, that people hate you. It's another to deal with it directly.
The gardens seem... maybe not the safest place, but at least out of sight. Anders ducks in and walks toward a more secluded bench only to almost walk into a mage he's met before. Pel, his memory provides.]
Sorry.
[Anders drops his gaze as quickly as he's met her eyes and glances around, trying to see if there's anywhere else he can go that won't disrupt someone.]
The gardens seem... maybe not the safest place, but at least out of sight. Anders ducks in and walks toward a more secluded bench only to almost walk into a mage he's met before. Pel, his memory provides.]
Sorry.
[Anders drops his gaze as quickly as he's met her eyes and glances around, trying to see if there's anywhere else he can go that won't disrupt someone.]
No need.
[Pel squints at the man, and her memory doesn't provide his name. The main point is that he's apologizing for looking at her. That's messed up.]
I'm Pel. Usually it's Sina working the gardens, but she's ill. Is something the matter?
[Pel squints at the man, and her memory doesn't provide his name. The main point is that he's apologizing for looking at her. That's messed up.]
I'm Pel. Usually it's Sina working the gardens, but she's ill. Is something the matter?
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