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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.]
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.
[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.]
Healer Detlef,
You do not know me but you are dear to my older sister, Councilor Adelaide LeBlanc of the Inquisition. She has written me of you several times and I wish to thank you, sincerely, for your hand in her retaining her sanity and in finding someone that makes her happy in these tumultuous times. It has never been terribly easy for her to open up to others and since the war began, the Circles dissolved, and The massacre at the Spire-
I had never thought to read that she was doing so well or that she'd allow herself to lean on someone as she has come to do with you.
There is nothing I can do to repay this kindness as there is no price on returning my sister to some shade of who she was before. But enclosed you will find a cast of our family crest. Should you have need of aid or anything while in Val Royeaux, show this to any of the local merchants and they shall give directions to the family manor. Ask for me and I will do whatever I can for you.
Kindest Regards,
Gregoire LeBlanc
[To say that things are chaotic after the ambush is putting it lightly, and while Jamie does his best to ignore the injuries to his neck for a little bit because of that, a long journey back means he does have to have it looked at so as not to run the risk of the blisters breaking and becoming infected.
As much as he's still not sure what to make of Anders being Anders and not Detlef, Anders had offered to take a look at people's injuries, and once things have calmed down as much as they're going to, he makes his way over to where the healer is, looking uncomfortable but still determined to see this through.]
That offer of yours still good?
As much as he's still not sure what to make of Anders being Anders and not Detlef, Anders had offered to take a look at people's injuries, and once things have calmed down as much as they're going to, he makes his way over to where the healer is, looking uncomfortable but still determined to see this through.]
That offer of yours still good?
[The morning's passed... relatively uneventfully, actually. There's a routine, people still come to be healed, and even though there's a distance between him and Adelaide, there isn't constant clashing. Maybe time will help him find a way to cross that distance, but for now Anders is at peace with what is here.
A new voice starts speaking over the sending crystal, one Anders isn't sure he's familiar with, but the very opening has him stiffening. Innocents imprisoned? By Cassandra? It doesn't surprise Justice in the least, and before Anders can think they're reaching for the crystal to talk back.]
A new voice starts speaking over the sending crystal, one Anders isn't sure he's familiar with, but the very opening has him stiffening. Innocents imprisoned? By Cassandra? It doesn't surprise Justice in the least, and before Anders can think they're reaching for the crystal to talk back.]
[The nearest private place they can find is their own tent, naturally, which fortunately has a little open space between their cots. For good measure, though, Nathaniel drags his own cot outside as soon as they're there, then flings the blankets on the floor of the tent, kneeling to straighten them out enough to be serviceable. Then he stands, looking at Anders, drinking him in, one hand half-reaching for him as if suddenly afraid he's dreaming.]
[ continued from here. ]
Mmm...well, if you insist.
[ As though it is so great a burden. Zevran sets the customary scarf outside is door so no one wanders in unannounced and interrupts them. This is not quite so in depth as a full, proper lay and in honesty?
A bit of a fond farewell to the fun he has had with Anders. He knows a complication when he sees one. Avoiding such things has been a valuable life skill. ]
Mmm...well, if you insist.
[ As though it is so great a burden. Zevran sets the customary scarf outside is door so no one wanders in unannounced and interrupts them. This is not quite so in depth as a full, proper lay and in honesty?
A bit of a fond farewell to the fun he has had with Anders. He knows a complication when he sees one. Avoiding such things has been a valuable life skill. ]
Nathaniel strips off his cloak and spreads it over the ground, a serviceable bed atop the clean coating of pine needles. He takes Anders' hand and tugs him down to kneel on the cloak, kneeling with him and resuming his attentions down his throat. He wants to take Anders on his back, so his lover can see the wide-open sky and the quiet pines and know he is free, and not all the world is against him.
Monsieur Anders, I need to discuss something with you, briefly, in person if you have a moment.
[He's not always this cryptic, but when he is the information is usually delicate.]
[He's not always this cryptic, but when he is the information is usually delicate.]
Anders!
[ Zevran has been absent for some time after a vague call that he had 'personal business' that requires his attention- but he promised he was in Skyhold and he was well.
Now?
Now he sounds strained, panicked. ]
Anders I need you, now. Please.
[ Zevran has been absent for some time after a vague call that he had 'personal business' that requires his attention- but he promised he was in Skyhold and he was well.
Now?
Now he sounds strained, panicked. ]
Anders I need you, now. Please.
[In between the first two rituals to drive out Justice, Cyril makes plans to see Anders for dinner and tea. He had made the candy as promised, and something else which he has wrapped in a cloth when he arrives. He's a couple minutes early, hopefully that doesn't put Anders too far out.]
Anders?
Anders?
A moment of your time, Anders? In your professional capacity.
( benevenuta is a difficult woman to miss, in skyhold; a very public member of the mage's council, an unmistakable voice with a strong nevarran accent, a ... decisive creature. a very dear friend of adelaide leblanc's, as well, as often in her company as dorian pavus's.
but for all that, and for all she'd counseled a cool head to the council when he was exposed, she's not said two words to this man before. he'd be forgiven for wondering what on earth this could possibly be about. )
( benevenuta is a difficult woman to miss, in skyhold; a very public member of the mage's council, an unmistakable voice with a strong nevarran accent, a ... decisive creature. a very dear friend of adelaide leblanc's, as well, as often in her company as dorian pavus's.
but for all that, and for all she'd counseled a cool head to the council when he was exposed, she's not said two words to this man before. he'd be forgiven for wondering what on earth this could possibly be about. )
[ Sometimes a man needs to speak with an adult. And sometimes it's to go over random details of life and things he's mentioned before- telling this tale to a child is half the reason it comes up at all. ] But that is not the point, the point is-
You know what I did for you and Nathaniel? [ Zevran offers no real explanation other than this, nor should he need to, nor is there any real greeting beyond this. ] I attempted to do that for another set of friends of mine, Cyril and Taashath- by speaking to Taas and explaining what that manner of sentiment is and it backfired spectacularly- it did indeed Luccio- and he told me that he loved me instead. I, being myself, tried to argue against it but he meant it. Can you imagine? You've seen him, Anders, how gentle he is, how massive. I wonder what he would think of Lucci.
I handled it as best I could, and upon my return from Antiva? I gave him- I do not know what you call them down here but the closest translation is a lover's token. Something of gold with a lock of my hair inside. For Mia I gave her a locket- Taas? I gave an armband. He wears gold so well. I suppose what I am trying to explain to this child that does not really understand what it is that I am saying is sometimes life gives unexpected gifts. Wouldn't you agree, Anders?
You know what I did for you and Nathaniel? [ Zevran offers no real explanation other than this, nor should he need to, nor is there any real greeting beyond this. ] I attempted to do that for another set of friends of mine, Cyril and Taashath- by speaking to Taas and explaining what that manner of sentiment is and it backfired spectacularly- it did indeed Luccio- and he told me that he loved me instead. I, being myself, tried to argue against it but he meant it. Can you imagine? You've seen him, Anders, how gentle he is, how massive. I wonder what he would think of Lucci.
I handled it as best I could, and upon my return from Antiva? I gave him- I do not know what you call them down here but the closest translation is a lover's token. Something of gold with a lock of my hair inside. For Mia I gave her a locket- Taas? I gave an armband. He wears gold so well. I suppose what I am trying to explain to this child that does not really understand what it is that I am saying is sometimes life gives unexpected gifts. Wouldn't you agree, Anders?
Warden Anders,
Recently, we spoke - or rather fought - over the measure of your guilt and the events of Kirkwall. I had been much troubled by your words, trying to reconcile the truth of them compared to my anger to your actions. I lost some very dear people to me, in the on-going rebellion that occurred, and I turned most of my grievous rage at you.
A friend of mine - I believe you know Pel of Clan Ashara - spoke to me about how desperation can turn a man mad with grief. How if a person is abused, again and again, without recourse or without relief, that person can break. Can do things that he would not normally do, but feel trapped when he thinks there are no other alternatives. She gave me ... perspective. I am still angry, but I also understand finally what you were trying to tell me under the shade of your own anger.
In mind of that perspective, I wanted to apologize to you, for speaking without compassion or true recognition. I can never reverse the wrongs my brothers and sisters have done to you, or to everyone you care about. I can, however, try to understand that there were two sides to this battle, and neither one of us won. Neither one of us wanted things to go as far as they did. We are all the walking wounded here.
I can do better, and train the next generation of Templars that we can co-exist with magic and not need to control it. I can teach them compassion. I hope one day, mages will know forgiveness. The times have changed, as must we.
In closing, let me tell you that you have a true friend in Pel Ashara. I also wanted to thank you for taking care of her so ably. She is a dear friend of mine in turn, and I only wish I could have done so much for her as you did, in her time of need.
I bid you good day.
Sincerely,
James L. Norrington
Knight Commander of the Templar Order
Recently, we spoke - or rather fought - over the measure of your guilt and the events of Kirkwall. I had been much troubled by your words, trying to reconcile the truth of them compared to my anger to your actions. I lost some very dear people to me, in the on-going rebellion that occurred, and I turned most of my grievous rage at you.
A friend of mine - I believe you know Pel of Clan Ashara - spoke to me about how desperation can turn a man mad with grief. How if a person is abused, again and again, without recourse or without relief, that person can break. Can do things that he would not normally do, but feel trapped when he thinks there are no other alternatives. She gave me ... perspective. I am still angry, but I also understand finally what you were trying to tell me under the shade of your own anger.
In mind of that perspective, I wanted to apologize to you, for speaking without compassion or true recognition. I can never reverse the wrongs my brothers and sisters have done to you, or to everyone you care about. I can, however, try to understand that there were two sides to this battle, and neither one of us won. Neither one of us wanted things to go as far as they did. We are all the walking wounded here.
I can do better, and train the next generation of Templars that we can co-exist with magic and not need to control it. I can teach them compassion. I hope one day, mages will know forgiveness. The times have changed, as must we.
In closing, let me tell you that you have a true friend in Pel Ashara. I also wanted to thank you for taking care of her so ably. She is a dear friend of mine in turn, and I only wish I could have done so much for her as you did, in her time of need.
I bid you good day.
Sincerely,
James L. Norrington
Knight Commander of the Templar Order
Edited 2016-05-19 06:27 (UTC)
Sending Crystal - Post Nightmare/Western Approach/That Jazz but Pre-Justice
universal_charm
2016-05-30 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Oi, are you the guy that's been foisting cats on people?
[ After the nightmare has been felled. After the Calling stops- a few hours after, actually, Adelaide's voice rings through, at moments bright, at others warped and distant, ever woven through the coiling thrum that speaks of the Fade. ]
Anders- When you get back to skyhold you'll need to speak with Roul and confer with Warden Hansen on finding a replacement for me. I'm not going to be able to keep minding you-
I'm not going to be back at all. We're trapped, here, and- [ Her voice cuts out for a few moments, crackling like splintered ice before it fades in again. ] I'm-
...I'm sorry, De-De.
Anders- When you get back to skyhold you'll need to speak with Roul and confer with Warden Hansen on finding a replacement for me. I'm not going to be able to keep minding you-
I'm not going to be back at all. We're trapped, here, and- [ Her voice cuts out for a few moments, crackling like splintered ice before it fades in again. ] I'm-
...I'm sorry, De-De.
[Nathaniel finds Anders sitting around a campfire chatting and generally socializing. Without a word, he takes Anders by the hand and urges him to his feet, then puts his arm around his waist.]
I have been cleared for recreational activities by my healer, [he announces coolly to those present.] I'm taking Anders to our tent now. If you have delicate ears, please keep your distance, because we will not pipe down for your sake.
[He takes Anders' hand again and tugs him away, toward their tent.]
I have been cleared for recreational activities by my healer, [he announces coolly to those present.] I'm taking Anders to our tent now. If you have delicate ears, please keep your distance, because we will not pipe down for your sake.
[He takes Anders' hand again and tugs him away, toward their tent.]
Nathaniel had a fairly leisurely day today the minute he decided he would do something special for Anders when he got back. He treated himself to a few cakes from Skyhold after leaving Anders at the healing tents, then went shopping. The vendors around Skyhold tend to have a limited stock, but sometimes they have something special. He found what he was looking for and went back to the camp to make preparations.
The room in the Kestrel House isn't nearly private enough. Fortunately it's the hottest time of the year, though at this altitude it's hardly hot. But it's a lovely temperature for a Fereldan. The day is spent making one of the tents into a romantic refuge. Anders hardly ever gets home before twilight, so Nathaniel counts on it and brings the candles.
When he sees Anders coming down the hill, he goes to meet him with a smile, offering his arm to escort him once again.
"How was your day?"
The room in the Kestrel House isn't nearly private enough. Fortunately it's the hottest time of the year, though at this altitude it's hardly hot. But it's a lovely temperature for a Fereldan. The day is spent making one of the tents into a romantic refuge. Anders hardly ever gets home before twilight, so Nathaniel counts on it and brings the candles.
When he sees Anders coming down the hill, he goes to meet him with a smile, offering his arm to escort him once again.
"How was your day?"
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.
Anders? Are you at the healing tents? I need to see you.
[She sounds shaken.]
[She sounds shaken.]
Sending Crystal | Halamshiral, wibbly wobbly timey wime...you get the idea
wontforgetyou
2016-09-14 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
(The morning after this.)
Anders? Och, I never know if anyone's ever on the other end of these things. Listen, if you're not busy, I need to talk to you.
Anders? Och, I never know if anyone's ever on the other end of these things. Listen, if you're not busy, I need to talk to you.
Edited (also helps if I close my html tags properly) 2016-09-14 01:28 (UTC)
Nathaniel is now considered one of the leaders of the Wardens at Skyhold. There are meetings with Alistair and Teren, and considerations to be made regarding their relationship with the Inquisition, so Nathaniel takes a day or so to notice Anders' change in demeanor. Anders is quieter, almost prickly. Something is clearly bothering him, and so Nathaniel makes it a priority to un-bother him.
They're very nearly alone in the barracks when Nathaniel comes up behind Anders and wraps his arms around his waist.
"I love you."
They're very nearly alone in the barracks when Nathaniel comes up behind Anders and wraps his arms around his waist.
"I love you."
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