![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[Cyril had needed to stop by the apothecary for a week now and was finally getting around to it. Some of the potions that had been concocted to help him with the pain in his arm were running low and he had needed to resupply.
It was becoming a routine now. So many things in this city were a routine after over a year living here.
The sight of a familiar mage, however, snapped him out of his autopilot.]
Anders?
It was becoming a routine now. So many things in this city were a routine after over a year living here.
The sight of a familiar mage, however, snapped him out of his autopilot.]
Anders?
I realize that our contract allows for help with fulfilling quota.
[ Just...getting that out of the way first, before the actual question. ]
Does anything happen to you if one of us does not?
[ Just...getting that out of the way first, before the actual question. ]
Does anything happen to you if one of us does not?
Hello.
My name is Persephone and I was told that the Arcane Sanctuary was hiring. I'm not sure my abilities are considered magic, but I was told I should ask anyway.
My name is Persephone and I was told that the Arcane Sanctuary was hiring. I'm not sure my abilities are considered magic, but I was told I should ask anyway.
Hey.
When was the last time you got some fresh air?
When was the last time you got some fresh air?
Darling. Have you actually slept recently? Had a meal?
Occurs to me that last time we spoke, I didn't talk to you about something. Well, someone. A bit ago I met this charming man who saved me from kidnappers. Kidnapping in my kidnapped world, right? His name was Hawke, and oh did his eyes light up when you came up.
Tell me a story? I'm curious, I admit, and in the nicest possible ways. As I said, he did save my life.
Occurs to me that last time we spoke, I didn't talk to you about something. Well, someone. A bit ago I met this charming man who saved me from kidnappers. Kidnapping in my kidnapped world, right? His name was Hawke, and oh did his eyes light up when you came up.
Tell me a story? I'm curious, I admit, and in the nicest possible ways. As I said, he did save my life.
Good afternoon, Anders..?
My name is Diane, and I'm-
[ She breaks off, loading up the uncertainty. ]
I think you may be contracted with my grandson. Alec? It's nothing, but I suppose... that I worry about him, and I was hoping just to get to know you a little, make sure he's...safe.
[ Nothing Diane has seen in either the child she's familiar with or the young man here has implied that he values safety, but she doesn't know Anders, and figures it's worth finding out early on how he feels about concerned family. ]
My name is Diane, and I'm-
[ She breaks off, loading up the uncertainty. ]
I think you may be contracted with my grandson. Alec? It's nothing, but I suppose... that I worry about him, and I was hoping just to get to know you a little, make sure he's...safe.
[ Nothing Diane has seen in either the child she's familiar with or the young man here has implied that he values safety, but she doesn't know Anders, and figures it's worth finding out early on how he feels about concerned family. ]
You look nice today.
[ He hadn't gotten the chance to say it that morning before Anders had been out the door for an early appointment or something. Hawke had gotten in late so it had been bleary eyed kisses and a hoarse 'I love you' before he drifted right back to sleep. Now it's past ten in the morning and he regrets not giving a more proper parting. ]
Not that you don't look nice every day, but I do enjoy that you put the earring back in.
[ Even in his sleep-fogged state he'd noticed that. ]
[ He hadn't gotten the chance to say it that morning before Anders had been out the door for an early appointment or something. Hawke had gotten in late so it had been bleary eyed kisses and a hoarse 'I love you' before he drifted right back to sleep. Now it's past ten in the morning and he regrets not giving a more proper parting. ]
Not that you don't look nice every day, but I do enjoy that you put the earring back in.
[ Even in his sleep-fogged state he'd noticed that. ]
Are you still at the Sanctuary? I'm- where are you?
[His voice is a little shaky, but it's clearly more from being a bit overwhelmed.
He still hasn't moved from where he sat down to slowly read the letter, fingers tracing the letters. Very carefully unwrapping everything, touching the jacket and the sweaters- but then there was that need to see Anders, to talk to him, even misty-eyed.]
[His voice is a little shaky, but it's clearly more from being a bit overwhelmed.
He still hasn't moved from where he sat down to slowly read the letter, fingers tracing the letters. Very carefully unwrapping everything, touching the jacket and the sweaters- but then there was that need to see Anders, to talk to him, even misty-eyed.]
I'm afraid I'm going to be late tonight and can't attend our usual walk home.
I'm devastated, but I'll see you this evening.
I love you 💖
Hawke rarely ever flat out lies to Anders, but this is a special case and for everyone's greater good. He's not going to be late. In fact, he is going to be very early and beat Anders home so he can prepare his Satinalia 'gift'.
A few hours later has Hawke waiting patiently for Anders in their room with the lights off, trying his best to be quiet as he lays sprawled out on the bed in a very special costume he picked specifically for the day.
Thank Andraste for indoor heating...
I'm devastated, but I'll see you this evening.
I love you 💖
Hawke rarely ever flat out lies to Anders, but this is a special case and for everyone's greater good. He's not going to be late. In fact, he is going to be very early and beat Anders home so he can prepare his Satinalia 'gift'.
A few hours later has Hawke waiting patiently for Anders in their room with the lights off, trying his best to be quiet as he lays sprawled out on the bed in a very special costume he picked specifically for the day.
Thank Andraste for indoor heating...
[Cullen's voice comes from somewhere off camera.]
We have a problem!
Edited 2020-11-25 00:21 (UTC)
[ Nothing like waking up from a week-long coma with new memories and a comatose angel he'd thought he'd never see again passed out next to him.
First port of call is one person only. ]
Okay, so I uh...
[ Where to even freaking start. ]
Raincheck on the whole... explaining sleeping for a week and waking up with new memories thing. I swear I'll tell you everything.
Dude, Cas won't wake up. And I thought he was--
[ He is dead, back in their world. ]
What do I do? How do I help him?
First port of call is one person only. ]
Okay, so I uh...
[ Where to even freaking start. ]
Raincheck on the whole... explaining sleeping for a week and waking up with new memories thing. I swear I'll tell you everything.
Dude, Cas won't wake up. And I thought he was--
[ He is dead, back in their world. ]
What do I do? How do I help him?
[Of the options he can think of, this seems the least distasteful. Festival sits before the camera dressed neatly, fur recently prestidigitated clean and shiny to make the best impression he can.]
Good afternoon, sir. I understand you run the, ah, Sanctuary? A place for magic users. Though I am but a humble musician, I have dabbled in magic and I am interested in a volunteer position. You'll find me a good worker usually.
Ah! Right. My name is Festival.
Good afternoon, sir. I understand you run the, ah, Sanctuary? A place for magic users. Though I am but a humble musician, I have dabbled in magic and I am interested in a volunteer position. You'll find me a good worker usually.
Ah! Right. My name is Festival.
Alaric is so fresh from the shower that his hair is still a bit damp. He's dressed, but not dressed - meaning his hair is down, and his feet are bare, but he's wearing a pair of black sleep pants and white t-shirt. He is curled comfortably on the sofa with a cat on his lap, browsing lazily through the network with a cup of tea beside him.
He's not sleepy, just waiting on Anders to put in an appearance and being very, very warm and relaxed while he does.
This place has definitely become home for him, more than he would have imagined possible. That realization leaves him a touch introspective but as soon as Anders is in the room, whether he arrived from his own room or somewhere else, he looks away from his device and gives Anders' a warm smile that, really, kind of defines 'lighting up'.
He's not sleepy, just waiting on Anders to put in an appearance and being very, very warm and relaxed while he does.
This place has definitely become home for him, more than he would have imagined possible. That realization leaves him a touch introspective but as soon as Anders is in the room, whether he arrived from his own room or somewhere else, he looks away from his device and gives Anders' a warm smile that, really, kind of defines 'lighting up'.
All of Nate’s gifts are delivered via a fluttering origami bird, which flies directly to the recipient and puts the gift into their hands. Once it’s given, the bird will unfold into a note, which explains what the charm inside will do, and how to activate it. When the note has been read, it will explode into a miniature display of multi-coloured fireworks, which spell out “Yuletide wishes from Nate!” and then vanish.
Anders receives a golden diamond stud. When twisted clockwise, Anders will have x-ray vision, enabling him to better see and diagnose medical problems in his patients! There’s also a ring with a hole in the setting, into which the stud can be plugged if Anders doesn’t want to wear it as a piercing.
Anders receives a golden diamond stud. When twisted clockwise, Anders will have x-ray vision, enabling him to better see and diagnose medical problems in his patients! There’s also a ring with a hole in the setting, into which the stud can be plugged if Anders doesn’t want to wear it as a piercing.
[Christmas day will arrive and Anders will have a gift with his name on it. A package of sugar cookies that are home made cut into a variety of shapes like little trees and snowmen. He'll also receive a book about native plants that are found in Duplicity.]
Merry Christmas
Thank you for everything you have taught me about healing so far! I can wait for our next lesson!
Vash
Merry Christmas
Thank you for everything you have taught me about healing so far! I can wait for our next lesson!
Vash
Anders. I hope you don't mind me reaching out like this, I've just been thinking a lot over the past couple of days. This time of year usually includes time spent with family and I-- [ She pauses, starts again. ]
I hate to think of Alec refusing to spend time with me, or with his niece, because he doesn't want to be thought of...as a burden, or whatever reason he's spinning around in his head.
I-- I'm sorry to ask for your help, to try to put you in the middle like this. I wouldn't, if there were another choice, but I hope that I can ask you to hear me out, at least.
I hate to think of Alec refusing to spend time with me, or with his niece, because he doesn't want to be thought of...as a burden, or whatever reason he's spinning around in his head.
I-- I'm sorry to ask for your help, to try to put you in the middle like this. I wouldn't, if there were another choice, but I hope that I can ask you to hear me out, at least.
[ Rhys brings the batch of cookies he made and a wrapped package that contains cat ear headphones in to Haven to leave them for Anders, along with a simple note. ]
Anders,
Happy New Year. Hope it's a good one.
Rhys.
Anders,
Happy New Year. Hope it's a good one.
Rhys.
[ Some time after Christmas has come and gone, outside A-Team HQ there's a small, crudely-wrapped-in-newspaper box addressed to Anders. Next to it is another one, but that's addressed to Hawke.
The note on top simply reads: ]
To my brother from another mother, Merry Christmas.
Anchors represent safety and security or something like it.
Always going to have your back man.
Dean
[ When Anders unwraps the box and opens it up, he'll find this inside. Homemade. A new hobby of Dean's that he's proving surprisingly good at. ]
The note on top simply reads: ]
Anchors represent safety and security or something like it.
Always going to have your back man.
Dean
[ When Anders unwraps the box and opens it up, he'll find this inside. Homemade. A new hobby of Dean's that he's proving surprisingly good at. ]
He very rarely has any sort of difficulty related to his job at Subversion but once in a while it's just... a lot. He started the shift fairly tired and with a bit of a headache and several hours of mentally open to everyone there to prevent trouble and he's just... frazzled when he makes it home.
He does not immediately think about the collar -- not even close. what he immediately does is shower, change into jeans and a -dark green- t-shirt, and pay some attention to a cat.
When does he think about the collar?
When he stops being alone - whether that's Anders coming home or Alaric coming back out into the living room, or something else.
He gets up then, goes straight to Anders, kisses him briefly and firmly smacks the collar down into his hand.
He does not immediately think about the collar -- not even close. what he immediately does is shower, change into jeans and a -dark green- t-shirt, and pay some attention to a cat.
When does he think about the collar?
When he stops being alone - whether that's Anders coming home or Alaric coming back out into the living room, or something else.
He gets up then, goes straight to Anders, kisses him briefly and firmly smacks the collar down into his hand.
It's two in the morning and Adalwolfe can't get back to sleep.
Fighting the nightmare not long ago has him reeling still and thinking periodically on his experience in the Fade a few years ago now. The things he'd seen and realized. One such thing was a scribbled page in a rotting book, the cover off and many pages mashed together or falling out. This singular one had been legible though, and after Lavellan read it, Hawke had asked to keep it himself. He no longer has it, obviously. The Fleet had brought him with few belongings and Duplicity again with even fewer, but the memory of the journal entry is there. Something he'd been meaning to ask Anders about for its familiarity. And for reasons of his continued disquiet, it now haunts his memory again.
"Anders," he whispers softly, trying to be as inobtrusive as possible and not wake his love if he is indeed asleep. "Are you awake?"
Fighting the nightmare not long ago has him reeling still and thinking periodically on his experience in the Fade a few years ago now. The things he'd seen and realized. One such thing was a scribbled page in a rotting book, the cover off and many pages mashed together or falling out. This singular one had been legible though, and after Lavellan read it, Hawke had asked to keep it himself. He no longer has it, obviously. The Fleet had brought him with few belongings and Duplicity again with even fewer, but the memory of the journal entry is there. Something he'd been meaning to ask Anders about for its familiarity. And for reasons of his continued disquiet, it now haunts his memory again.
"Anders," he whispers softly, trying to be as inobtrusive as possible and not wake his love if he is indeed asleep. "Are you awake?"
[A little while after their scene in the square, a basket wrapped in bright ribbons is delivered to Anders' doorstep. Inside is a nice mug, a small assortment of tea, biscuits, and some artisinal honey, and attached is a note:]
Anders-
I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me while I was sort of out of my mind, you were a great help. I'd love to go for a drink and actually talk sometime, if you're ever interested but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this.
--regards, Rhys
Anders-
I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me while I was sort of out of my mind, you were a great help. I'd love to go for a drink and actually talk sometime, if you're ever interested but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this.
--regards, Rhys
[it's just a single picture that's sent. a shot of the paperwork that was handed to him almost two days ago. two days since a complete stranger decided that it was her duty to try and fill the shoes that dean had left behind. there aren't any words to accompany the picture. but it's more than clear enough: dean is no longer in the city]
Page 1 of 2