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apurrstate) wrote2016-05-03 09:35 pm
apurrstate) wrote2016-05-03 09:35 pm
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They'd never held back on making certain each knew how the other felt. I love yous, terms of endearment, gentle touches and whispers, paved the way for their heart's intent from day one. Maker, Hawke even moreso with his near three-year attempt at courtship despite Anders continuing to shut him down.
And still, hearing it from Wolfe sent butterflies into his stomach and tripped up his heart. 'No mage I know has ever dared to fall in love.' Andraste damn him for not daring sooner.
"I love you too." He could embellish it, dress it up with a ramble of pretty words and heartfelt declarations as he'd just done, but it didn't feel necessary just now. It simply was. And sometimes, actions worked just as well.
Anders shifted his weight and renewed his grip on Hawke's shoulders to slowly lift himself up and push back down, a steady and deliberately careful pace to tease and drown his lover in the pleasure Anders wished for him.
And still, hearing it from Wolfe sent butterflies into his stomach and tripped up his heart. 'No mage I know has ever dared to fall in love.' Andraste damn him for not daring sooner.
"I love you too." He could embellish it, dress it up with a ramble of pretty words and heartfelt declarations as he'd just done, but it didn't feel necessary just now. It simply was. And sometimes, actions worked just as well.
Anders shifted his weight and renewed his grip on Hawke's shoulders to slowly lift himself up and push back down, a steady and deliberately careful pace to tease and drown his lover in the pleasure Anders wished for him.
[With Anders' sudden withdrawal, Adalwolfe's head falls back and hits the bed frame, causing the man to yelp and curl over with both hands on the back of his head, which in turn disrupts Pounce who gives him a scathing look and removes himself from Adalwolfe's presence, also preferring the company of Anders and Drools.]
Oh for-- I didn't think your ability to take a joke when off with Justice.
[He pouts at Anders, still rubbing his poor bruised head with one hand.]
Oh for-- I didn't think your ability to take a joke when off with Justice.
[He pouts at Anders, still rubbing his poor bruised head with one hand.]
Anders speaks and Adalwolfe shudders, he moves and the winter mage moans softly, hands running from Anders' sides to his thighs to his stomach, pressing fingers against gently in tactile freedom there to feel his partner rise and fall in more ways. He's not going to last much longer, and while normally that would send Adalwolfe into a frenzied sprint for the edge, this time in this mood he simply observes that fact as he does so many other things, knowing that this is far from the first time and certainly won't be the last. He has Anders, will have Anders for as long as these lives the Maker has seen fit to give them will last.
He says nothing. His head still beats a staccato of I love yous in his chest, the words bubbling in his throat despite already having been said. He wants to repeated over and over, as simple as the declaration was to start. This makes it no more complicated, just more in volume. Anders knows. He has to know, and so Adalwolfe doesn't say it again but instead breathes it, radiates it with every slight twist of his fingers, every shift of his hips to meet his love's weight in his lap. He wraps his arms around Anders just to hold him, sliding his arms in such a way so as to capture the healer's own in the embrace. It's encompassing but warm and Hawke can control the pace like this, grinding headily upwards into Anders with a firm push and hoping the other man is as close as he is. He'd sorely like to finish with both of them tangled like this.
Adalwolfe rests his forehead against Anders', breathing softly and shivering just a bit at not just the sensations but the depth of feeling from them both.
He says nothing. His head still beats a staccato of I love yous in his chest, the words bubbling in his throat despite already having been said. He wants to repeated over and over, as simple as the declaration was to start. This makes it no more complicated, just more in volume. Anders knows. He has to know, and so Adalwolfe doesn't say it again but instead breathes it, radiates it with every slight twist of his fingers, every shift of his hips to meet his love's weight in his lap. He wraps his arms around Anders just to hold him, sliding his arms in such a way so as to capture the healer's own in the embrace. It's encompassing but warm and Hawke can control the pace like this, grinding headily upwards into Anders with a firm push and hoping the other man is as close as he is. He'd sorely like to finish with both of them tangled like this.
Adalwolfe rests his forehead against Anders', breathing softly and shivering just a bit at not just the sensations but the depth of feeling from them both.
[He bites back a snicker and maintains his 'broody' silence. When Pounce joined them, now perched on Anders' hip, the healer busied both hands with scratching their pets.]
Don't worry, love, I'm sure there's a non-possessed mage around somewhere who doesn't have an ex-spirit-boyfriend who can take care of that for you. Isn't that right, Ser-Pounce-a-Lot? Between you and Ser Drools, I'm surrounded by knights in furry armor.
Don't worry, love, I'm sure there's a non-possessed mage around somewhere who doesn't have an ex-spirit-boyfriend who can take care of that for you. Isn't that right, Ser-Pounce-a-Lot? Between you and Ser Drools, I'm surrounded by knights in furry armor.
[At the acknowledgement of his knighthood, Drools gives a self-important wuff and licks Anders' hand.]
Traitor.
[Adalwolfe pouts even more strongly at his dog, then moves to stand up in a swiftly theatrical motion.]
I see when I'm not wanted. I'll just go and entertain myself, shall I?
Traitor.
[Adalwolfe pouts even more strongly at his dog, then moves to stand up in a swiftly theatrical motion.]
I see when I'm not wanted. I'll just go and entertain myself, shall I?
[It's late afternoon when Adalwolfe saunters into the Three Twins' medlab and interposes himself in the middle of whatever Anders is doing. It's not generally in Hawke's mien to saunter but here he is, practically bursting with energy and giving Anders bedroom eyes as he twirls the other mage around and pulls him close in order to kiss him squarely on the mouth.]
Time for a break, Love. A long one.
Time for a break, Love. A long one.
[Oh, he could play this game, he could play it all day. He doubted it'd last that long, however.]
Oh? That's too bad, the party's on the bed, after all.
[He glanced back over his shoulder to Hawke, brow raised.]
Oh? That's too bad, the party's on the bed, after all.
[He glanced back over his shoulder to Hawke, brow raised.]
[An amorous Hawke certainly wasn't what he was expecting all of a sudden, it wasn't even time for him to be back, was it? Maybe the powers were acting strangely again and he had to come home.
But it was hard to think with Wolfe's lips on his like that. And that look in his eyes. And the way he seemed to just own the room with his presence. Hawke was suddenly intoxicating. A pleased little sound fled into the other mage's mouth and Anders smiled.]
Oh? What's the occasion? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
But it was hard to think with Wolfe's lips on his like that. And that look in his eyes. And the way he seemed to just own the room with his presence. Hawke was suddenly intoxicating. A pleased little sound fled into the other mage's mouth and Anders smiled.]
Oh? What's the occasion? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
This.
[With a wicked gleam in his eye, Adalwolfe bends at the knees to wrap his arms around Anders' middle and hoist him up over one shoulder. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he starts heading for their shared bunk.]
I find myself full to bursting with energy. You're going to help me burn it off by playing a little game.
[With a wicked gleam in his eye, Adalwolfe bends at the knees to wrap his arms around Anders' middle and hoist him up over one shoulder. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he starts heading for their shared bunk.]
I find myself full to bursting with energy. You're going to help me burn it off by playing a little game.
[What came from Anders was a fairly unmanly gasp of surprise, but it was quickly followed by startled laughter.]
You know, I'd always played with the idea of being swept up and carried off by some handsome Chasind or Avaar, I suppose a ridiculous Ferelden works too.
What's gotten into you? [He was far too amused, whatever it was. Although, the view was nice from here.]
You know, I'd always played with the idea of being swept up and carried off by some handsome Chasind or Avaar, I suppose a ridiculous Ferelden works too.
What's gotten into you? [He was far too amused, whatever it was. Although, the view was nice from here.]
You really need to work on your invitations, then, if you're wanting me to attend.
[Even so he slides himself up on the bed. It's a bit cramped with both men and both their pets but considering it's for cuddling and not sleeping, that suits Adalwolfe just fine. He folds himself in around Anders, encompassing his love the best he can and presses a kiss against his neck.]
Mm, I already like this party.
[Even so he slides himself up on the bed. It's a bit cramped with both men and both their pets but considering it's for cuddling and not sleeping, that suits Adalwolfe just fine. He folds himself in around Anders, encompassing his love the best he can and presses a kiss against his neck.]
Mm, I already like this party.
Oh I can pretend to be Chasind. 'I claim you as mine! Submit to me, captured mage, and I will take you to my hut to ravish you!'
[It's a terrible impression and absolutely nothing like any real Chasind, but seeing as Adalwolfe hasn't met any and Thedas isn't overly concerned with political correctness, he doesn't much care so long as his actual intentions are clear.
He's clearly not caring about keeping his voice down either.]
[It's a terrible impression and absolutely nothing like any real Chasind, but seeing as Adalwolfe hasn't met any and Thedas isn't overly concerned with political correctness, he doesn't much care so long as his actual intentions are clear.
He's clearly not caring about keeping his voice down either.]
Mmm...me too.
[It was one of those moments where time seemed to slow. Their first night together had been like that, like the dawn may never come and they may end up wrapped up in each other forever...and Anders had longed for it so strongly his heart had ached.
Now he found time slowing and growing more simple and instead of an ache, his heart hummed with happiness Anders had learned to associate with Adalwolfe. No one made him happier.
He snuggled in as close as he could to ensure no room remained between them, a warm pile of man and animal on the small bed. A beat later, the silence was broken by Anders' gentle tone.]
What if we stayed this way? Like this? I think I agree with you, love...perhaps Thedas isn't where we should settle. The whole universe is at our fingertips...we could go anywhere, somewhere like the planet with the Giving Tree, someplace we could build a life again and, this time, stay there.
[Maker, how selfish he was to even think it, to voice it..? But he couldn't deny he wanted it so badly.]
[It was one of those moments where time seemed to slow. Their first night together had been like that, like the dawn may never come and they may end up wrapped up in each other forever...and Anders had longed for it so strongly his heart had ached.
Now he found time slowing and growing more simple and instead of an ache, his heart hummed with happiness Anders had learned to associate with Adalwolfe. No one made him happier.
He snuggled in as close as he could to ensure no room remained between them, a warm pile of man and animal on the small bed. A beat later, the silence was broken by Anders' gentle tone.]
What if we stayed this way? Like this? I think I agree with you, love...perhaps Thedas isn't where we should settle. The whole universe is at our fingertips...we could go anywhere, somewhere like the planet with the Giving Tree, someplace we could build a life again and, this time, stay there.
[Maker, how selfish he was to even think it, to voice it..? But he couldn't deny he wanted it so badly.]
Do you think we'll be allowed that peace?
[It slips out before he has a chance to edit. Sometimes he's just too at ease with Anders and his brain decides his words don't need a once over before exiting his mouth. With a little groan and the huff of a laugh, Adalwolfe buries his nose in Anders' shoulder.]
What I mean is yes, I want that. Of course I want that. Weisshaupt will get word eventually without me. They probably already know at least that the false calling is over, since they're not hearing it any longer.
[He raises his head again and presses his forehead against Anders', sliding his hands into his love's as if that hold can anchor him here away from Thedas, away from dissenting thoughts. What about Carver? What about the mages? What about Corypheus? He's your responsibility. They all are.]
A cottage together. Maybe by the sea this time.
[Fuck responsibility. He tightens his hold on Anders' hands.]
[It slips out before he has a chance to edit. Sometimes he's just too at ease with Anders and his brain decides his words don't need a once over before exiting his mouth. With a little groan and the huff of a laugh, Adalwolfe buries his nose in Anders' shoulder.]
What I mean is yes, I want that. Of course I want that. Weisshaupt will get word eventually without me. They probably already know at least that the false calling is over, since they're not hearing it any longer.
[He raises his head again and presses his forehead against Anders', sliding his hands into his love's as if that hold can anchor him here away from Thedas, away from dissenting thoughts. What about Carver? What about the mages? What about Corypheus? He's your responsibility. They all are.]
A cottage together. Maybe by the sea this time.
[Fuck responsibility. He tightens his hold on Anders' hands.]
[Anders' fingers curl tight in Hawke's, an anchor against what he's sure is in his love's head, especially since he can feel it in his own. Doubts, misgivings, fears...but Maker all he wanted was for them to have that peace.]
By the sea would be nice...we could still keep a garden if we had fertile land nearby. We could go into town now and again, sell potions or whatever else we make and make a quiet life for ourselves.
[A small scoff huffed from Anders' throat and he shook his head.]
When I was little, I wanted anything but a quiet life. I dreamed of adventures and grand tales and travel, but now simple is all I want. As long as you're with me, love.
By the sea would be nice...we could still keep a garden if we had fertile land nearby. We could go into town now and again, sell potions or whatever else we make and make a quiet life for ourselves.
[A small scoff huffed from Anders' throat and he shook his head.]
When I was little, I wanted anything but a quiet life. I dreamed of adventures and grand tales and travel, but now simple is all I want. As long as you're with me, love.
I did too. Maybe all little boys do, who knows, but not a one of us know what trouble it really is.
[He laughs a bit, nuzzling into Anders' neck so he can feel Anders' stubble against his cheek, his own beard brushing the other mage's shoulder.]
What did you imagine you would be? A great hero like Calenhad?
[He laughs a bit, nuzzling into Anders' neck so he can feel Anders' stubble against his cheek, his own beard brushing the other mage's shoulder.]
What did you imagine you would be? A great hero like Calenhad?
[Anders settles happily into their cozy position of being curled around each other and lets his mind wonder back to the time in question.]
Oh yes, there was definitely some of that. I often led the children in my town on grand adventures , the leader of my very own adventurous company. More than that, however, I think my fondest daydreams were the ones were I was off exploring the unexplored, a daring rogue living off wit and the thrill of exploration.
What about you?
Oh yes, there was definitely some of that. I often led the children in my town on grand adventures , the leader of my very own adventurous company. More than that, however, I think my fondest daydreams were the ones were I was off exploring the unexplored, a daring rogue living off wit and the thrill of exploration.
What about you?
[Horrible as it is, it still makes Anders laugh. He'd admonish Hawke for announcing so loudly that he intended to take Anders to bed so early, but what was the point, really? It wasn't like it would be a huge surprise to anyone. But something had definitely gotten into Hawke.]
Oh dear, I suppose I have no choice but to accept my new life as a kept mage.
[Anders couldn't resist the temptation any longer and reached down to give Hawke's rear a firm squeeze. If Hawke was going to insist on carrying Anders off like this, that's what he got for it.]
Oh dear, I suppose I have no choice but to accept my new life as a kept mage.
[Anders couldn't resist the temptation any longer and reached down to give Hawke's rear a firm squeeze. If Hawke was going to insist on carrying Anders off like this, that's what he got for it.]
Anders' breath catches as Hawke's arms wrap around him and take over their slow and wonderful pace. A low moan floats on his next exhale and the fingers of one hand wrap tight around Wolfe's side while his other hand wraps around himself, grip firm.
He was just as close and wanted the same thing as Hawke, the thought of them finishing together entangled like this, warming him from his core. "Hawke. Love..." His words tangle with his lover's breaths, their lips so close to touch but just far enough to deny them that pleasure.
Seconds, and the feeling of Hawke deep in him, pressing into sensitive nerves mixed with the feeling of his own hand on him, has Anders' breath catching and his muscles straining tight. His release spills over his hand and between their stomachs pressed together, and the muscles around Hawke's length clenched tight.
He was just as close and wanted the same thing as Hawke, the thought of them finishing together entangled like this, warming him from his core. "Hawke. Love..." His words tangle with his lover's breaths, their lips so close to touch but just far enough to deny them that pleasure.
Seconds, and the feeling of Hawke deep in him, pressing into sensitive nerves mixed with the feeling of his own hand on him, has Anders' breath catching and his muscles straining tight. His release spills over his hand and between their stomachs pressed together, and the muscles around Hawke's length clenched tight.
Oh I was always a dragon for my siblings games. I think I told you that before, about how Carver would "slay" me to save Bethy. He always went too hard, that one, and I ended up with splinters in unfortunate places from his wooden sword.
[Adalwolfe snorts, but it's a fond noise. He's quiet for a long moment afterwards, the mirth draining out of him.]
Once Bethy got her magic, we didn't really play games anymore. I wanted more than anything to be that dragon and carry her away to where no Templars could ever find us.
[Adalwolfe snorts, but it's a fond noise. He's quiet for a long moment afterwards, the mirth draining out of him.]
Once Bethy got her magic, we didn't really play games anymore. I wanted more than anything to be that dragon and carry her away to where no Templars could ever find us.
[That earns a pleased yelp and a brief break in Adalwolfe's step, which he covers by jostling Anders to a higher position on his shoulder. It's only for a moment though, as their room isn't far and in no time Wolfe is depositing Anders on the bed roughly and tossing his shirt off before crawling up after him.]
Hmm, will you submit to me, mage, or will I have to use whips and chains to tame you?
Hmm, will you submit to me, mage, or will I have to use whips and chains to tame you?
"Oh, Anders..." Adalwolfe whispers into his love's neck, feeling the blond tremble around him, panting and clenching as he reaches his peak and the feeling of knowing he made Anders spill over them both and the sensation of tight heat is more than enough to send him tumbling over himself, filling Anders with his spend and clutching tightly, dizzily, so he remains grounded despite the heady sensation. It feels a bit like vertigo, letting himself go so completely into his love that he can feel Anders expand as he twitches and pulses, drained dry. He shivers himself once he's spent, every sensation in stark relief to his nerves all standing at attention. Anders' hand on his side, the sweat that crawls slowly from his hair down his back from their exertion. The soft rabbit thumps of Anders' heart against his chest, his own beating in tandem as they gently slow.
"Anders..." He whispers again, full of love, full of promise that this is where they'll stay, tangled in one another and satisfied, always. Adalwolfe kisses Anders' face. His cheeks, his nose, his mouth. "You're so perfect, Anders. So good for me."
One hand slips through his hair, cupping the healer's cheek as Wolfe looks at him with such fondness that if it were a scene in a play it would be embarrassing in the stark and open portrayal of affection. But Wolfe doesn't care. He's never cared about that, only that Anders knows just how much he means to him. How much of everything in Hawke's world is tied up in him.
"I love you," again whispered, just for them.
"Anders..." He whispers again, full of love, full of promise that this is where they'll stay, tangled in one another and satisfied, always. Adalwolfe kisses Anders' face. His cheeks, his nose, his mouth. "You're so perfect, Anders. So good for me."
One hand slips through his hair, cupping the healer's cheek as Wolfe looks at him with such fondness that if it were a scene in a play it would be embarrassing in the stark and open portrayal of affection. But Wolfe doesn't care. He's never cared about that, only that Anders knows just how much he means to him. How much of everything in Hawke's world is tied up in him.
"I love you," again whispered, just for them.
Of course you were. [Anders' smile was soft as his imagination stirred up an image of a younger Adalwolfe, playing the dragon he idolized so much.
But then the tone changed and Anders understood all too well what Hawke described next.]
I'm sorry, Hawke. I wish you could have had that.
Hopefully, no brother will have to feel the way you did again, not now.
But then the tone changed and Anders understood all too well what Hawke described next.]
I'm sorry, Hawke. I wish you could have had that.
Hopefully, no brother will have to feel the way you did again, not now.
It's alright. At least we were there for each other. Other mages don't get half that chance.
[He sighs, but it comes with a smile and Adalwolfe reaches up to slide his fingers through Anders' hair.]
No, I hope not. That's what we were working for, after all.
[He sighs, but it comes with a smile and Adalwolfe reaches up to slide his fingers through Anders' hair.]
No, I hope not. That's what we were working for, after all.
[Anders moves, sadly breaking their little coil, but only so he can press himself close again and leave a long, lingering kiss on Hawke's lips.]
I love you. I feel like I might not have sad it recently, but I can't bare the thought you might forget without the reminder.
[It might seem out of nowhere to anyone else, but it really wasn't. Talking about their childhoods, about the goal Anders had championed, determined to carry the burden alone, only to find Hawke who was willing to help him carry it. The fact this whole conversation had started with Adalwolfe doubting something so fundamentally set in Anders' opinion. The sky was blue and Adalwolfe Hawke was more than what Anders could ever hope to deserve. He wasn't just a good boyfriend, he was exactly what Anders' heart needed to keep going.]
I love you. I feel like I might not have sad it recently, but I can't bare the thought you might forget without the reminder.
[It might seem out of nowhere to anyone else, but it really wasn't. Talking about their childhoods, about the goal Anders had championed, determined to carry the burden alone, only to find Hawke who was willing to help him carry it. The fact this whole conversation had started with Adalwolfe doubting something so fundamentally set in Anders' opinion. The sky was blue and Adalwolfe Hawke was more than what Anders could ever hope to deserve. He wasn't just a good boyfriend, he was exactly what Anders' heart needed to keep going.]
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