[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.]
no subject
[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.]