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[[ hiatus ]] [[ INDIE ANDERS RP BLOG ]] "A harem, a banquet, and the ability to rain fireballs upon every Templar in creation." anders' manifesto hover for links local time: time_is_widget.init({England_z716:{time_format:"hours:minutes"}}); TRACKING: ANDERSFELL

[withdrawment]

                     ❝ Well, well, well. ❞

                Hawke genuinely looked a bit taken aback by his response—                 it was absurd that Anders would stop his work for anything,                 much less an outing of social nature. But, when Hawke got her way,                 it was best not to question it, so ripples of satisfaction                 curved on her lips instead of queries. It wasn’t as if it were                 disconcerting that he seemed more than accepting of her offer.                  Maybe this was a momentary lapse in self control; could he not                  deny her any longer? Momentarily, she squinted at him, gathering                  up all of the reserves of skin around her eyes as her brows furrowed,                  searching for the nuances of sarcasm in his voice. Coming back                  empty-handed, it seemed. 

                     ❝ Then shall we? ❞

                 She tossed her head towards the exit. Nonchalant(ish).

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               For Hawke? He could always take a break. Despite the ache                in his back and Justice’s mild protest from the recess of his                mind, he stood, brushing the dust off his coat and stretching. 

                    “ You don’t need to look quite so                     shocked you know, have I really                     given you the impression that I’m                     no fun at all? ”

               Anders shook his head and tutted.

                    “ Clearly I need to try harder. Lead                     the way, Hawke. ”

               Offering her a placating smile, he really did think he needed                to step up, opening the clinic door and following her through.                No doubt on their way to their usual dive.

[strikextwice-blog]

it is only when you f a l l you learn that you can f l y

          {{ indie dragon age rogue!hawke. semi selective, multiship, multiverse. 5+ years of role play experience. skype open to mutuals. mun and muse 18+. open to ocs, script, para, and novella styles of writing }}

[oddleen]

My speedpaint of Anders/Justice from Dragon age 2

[andersfell-blog]

For all my roleplay partners:

Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. 

[hipsterhanzo-blog]

being in the dragon age fandom

[bxdguy-deactivated20200216]

if we mutually follow and we dont rp there’s obviously something wrong there

[cardcaptorlovino-deactivated201]

modern au fenders that i fuckin doodled idk why

[elvhenofthewilds-blog1]

andersfell 

"You are a face I’ve not seen before. What brings you to my forests?"

[andersfell-blog]

"And here I was looking to escape any more awkward socialisation." He raised his hands in surrender. "I had no idea I was trespassing."

[malefxcar]

     ”it was-”  

            it hurt to talk, to breathe, to even focus was          a train wreck on its own.  so, hawke struggled         for a few moments with his words, stuttering          slightly before fragmented sentences bubbled             from parched flesh.

    “-latter, it is, co- latter.”

            with buckling knees, he falls to the cot, cold         sweat covering his brow like fresh rain drops         upon dying grass, garrett’s eyes squeezed shut,             trying to ignore the now spinning room.         maker, this was embarrassing.

[andersfell-blog]

            "I got it, Hawke." 

           Anders presses him down, propping his head            working antidotes into magic is hard. He needs            to be closer to the skin. So he pulls the catches            of Garrett's armour, baring the mage's gore streaked            chest. 

           "Fuck--"

           He gropes for the potion bottle, spilling it over            the worst of the wounds, and presses it, working            a spell to send it deeper, stop the poison before it            causes more damage. From then on it was just a            matter of keeping Hawke still, and healing the rest.

           --And then grilling Hawke for how he'd ended up alone            in such bad condition. Maker, one of these days it'd be            too much. Something Anders couldn't heal. Or he healed            too late.

           He sighs, exasperated, even as he bleeds the last of his            mana into Hawke's broken body.

[andersfell-blog]

Immemorial || Anders & Hawke

[apostateslegacy-blog]

Anders with a dog; that was a rare sight. The mabari seemed content, more so than the mage, and jumped back on his feet to give his master some affection. However, Hawke was more interested in his guest and shooed the hound with a gentle ‘çık, köpek’ before giving his friend one of the glasses.

“If you don’t mind, yes please,” he responded, handing out his own. Given his dexterity that day, he’d rather avoid the risk of spilling the wine on the bed, the carpet or more importantly, Anders himself. Though they would likely end up giggling about the incident if it happened, he didn’t want to force him on doing his laundry now.

“Also, we better grab something to eat before going to the tavern later.” The suggestion was made in passing as the burgundy liquid filled his glass, its peculiar scent spreading in the room – ending up drunk wasn’t exactly the day’s goal, was it?

Once they were served, Hawke took the bottle to put it where it wouldn’t be knocked over and came to sit down next to the healer, the mattress bending under his weight. “Cheers, then; tell me how it tastes, if it’s to your liking.”

[andersfell-blog]

Hawke speaking a few muffled words of Rivaini was always interesting to hear. It was one of the languages Anders had never had the inclination to learn during his time in the circle. It made him hum softly at the back of his throat, thoughts meandering into his own rusty mother tongue. 

"Should grab something to eat if we don't want to end up completely drunk before we even get there." Anders smiled, inhaling and taking a tip, letting the rich taste cover his tongue. It was good. He told Hawke as much. "Definitely better than the ritewine the wardens used to serve." 

The weight and warmth of Garrett next to him was comforting, without the other mage there to barter peace Anders hadn't spoke to any of their mutual acquaintances in the time Hawke had been gone. The company was long over due and much appreciated.

"Was there anywhere you had in mind? I'll even offer my cooking skills if you're really desperate. I am meant to be helping after all. Not just drinking all of your good wine."

[apostateslegacy-blog]

     What a bizarre, dreamlike day; Hawke wasn’t sure what was going on ever since he’d come to the lake the previous morning. Should he suddenly wake up on the bank and realize none of this was real, he would be both disappointed and unsurprised.

     Yet, he was all but sleeping; the weight of Anders on him, the cold flesh under his touch, the warm breath upon his skin, it all was true – extraordinarily, blissfully true.

     The words had slipped his tongue before he could even think of what he meant by them. With no idea of what to say then, his body took over his mind once more; the closeness and lingering were too inviting, too encouraging, and Hawke was rash and bold and perhaps a little in love.

     Gold met pearl, then he moved up and closed his eyes as he pressed their lips together. It was gentle, but it wanted more; tugging and pulling, it asked for more – please and let me give you my time and let me give you  a l l  I  c a n,

[andersfell-blog]

     At least Garrett seemed to be having as much trouble as he was, growing still in their impasse, gazing at him with an expression Anders could not place. Not backing away. Not scared of the teeth, or the eyes, or the luminescence to his skin. If anything he was leaning closer--

     If Anders had been still before, now he was rigid.

     Frozen in place, being held, caged in the warmth of human arms, and --kissed?  He melted into it, like ice thawing. The thought of doing this as more than a means to an end hadn't occurred to him. It certainly hadn't occurred to him a human would want to. 

     Webbed fingers cupped the base of Hawke's skull, even as Anders gently extracted himself. "Whatever you want from this-- I can't give it to you."

[memekeepsakes]

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[andersfell-blog]

Immemorial || Anders & Hawke

[apostateslegacy-blog]

Intentionally or not, Anders was the only one who managed to get Hawke flustered – and that was something, to catch that incurable flirt out at his favourite game. Had he been in higher spirits, he surely would have found something good to reply; instead, he just snorted and casually turned around to go get two glasses downstairs.

“I’ll be right back,” he said before leaving, his voice forcefully kept even – though he couldn’t quite restrain his little smirk. Upon quitting the room he stumbled on the mabari, who entered at the same time; Hawke grumbled something along the lines of ‘don’t chew on anything, or anyone’ and eventually managed to lay hands on what he was looking for, without breaking or making anything else fall on him on his way.

Had Leandra been there, she’d certainly have made them drink in the living room at least, like proper gentlemen – hopefully, she wouldn’t come home before he and Anders left for the Hanged Man later in the afternoon, he thought as he went back upstairs.

“Sorry for the wait.” He pushed the door with the shoulder, holding the glasses carefully – Maker, he was certain they’d shatter if he grasped them more tightly. “The mess down there, you know—“

[andersfell-blog]

At Hawke's smirk Anders couldn't help but grin, cheeky and boyish in a way he didn't often get to be. Between the alcohol and Hawke's overwhelming presence the fade spirit in his mind had quieted.

When Garrett left and his mabari padded over, Anders accepted the inevitable, scratching the warhound between its ears before it could even whine at him for attention. Hawke didn't need to know. Wouldn't want him getting the wrong impression. He was a cat person.

"I guess you're not so bad." He murmured, retracting his hand and clearing his throat when Hawke wandered back in.

"Don't worry about me, I even had company, and I am surprisingly free of drool. Can't complain." He reached out his hand to take a glass. "Want me to pour?"

[apostateslegacy-blog]

     Cheeks blushing as his hand rested on the merman’s visage, Hawke couldn’t give any answer other than a small nod, both intimidated and delighted by that display of trust; within a few hours, he’d gotten that close to him, which was exceptional enough to be almost scary – but he loved every bit of it.

     His smile faltered when he heard the sadness revealed in the other’s voice, though. It suddenly occurred to him how isolated that lake was, and how he’d never heard of any other merperson around – with only humans fearing, despising him, Anders’ loneliness must be an awful one.

     The mage felt as his heart sunk a little at the realization, and he couldn’t just let the merman go. “—Wait!” he blurted as he caught his wrist, grasp firm and gentle at once. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I understa— or no, I don’t, I can’t, I’ll be dead before I can even begin to fathom what it is to have a long, long life.”

     Hawke wasn’t even good with empathy, still he wanted to do something for Anders – since when did he care so much, so quickly for someone he barely knew? “I’m not sure if— Say, would you let me try to, somehow, make it better, for the little time I have?”

[andersfell-blog]

     The force of Hawke's hand on his wrist caught him so suddenly he tumbled forward, ending up pressed to even more skin, having fallen against his companion. He eased out a breath, Garrett's words soothing the tightly coiled tension inside of him.

     Despite, or perhaps because of, the unusual proximity Anders felt himself relax, growing still. Words refused to come to him for a moment, so he simply stayed like that.

     "I... Yes." He managed after a beat. 'Please,' was more like it, but he didn't dare say. He was still so curious as to why this human would bother, when all others detested him simply for being.

     Pressing his hands to Hawke's bared chest, Anders gently extracted himself, moving so he was less on top of the human. He'd intended to let go immediately, all this contact foreign and strange, but he lingered, unsure why. His eye meeting Hawke's in the almost darkness.

[apostateslegacy-blog]

    “Oh.” There was both disappointment and relief in his tone; on one hand, he’d have loved to hear the mystical chant once in his life, but on the other, he was happy to avoid the risk of becoming its slave.

     Perhaps, later, when he’d be sure to have a mind strong enough to not break at the song, he would hear it – in the meantime, Hawke didn’t mind getting to know the merman better, enjoying each minute of his presence, and the chance he had to have a conversation with a creature everyone would describe as a dangerous monster.

     So far, every new thing he learnt about Anders left him wondering; he chuckled, embarrassed of his too evident interest in him. “I’m not even sure I have any good excuse – I came to you out of curiosity, and now, I simply don’t feel like leaving.”

     “—Also, you don’t even look that old,” the mage added after a short pause. Carefully, he reached out, brushing the merman’s skin with the tip of his fingers. “One day, my hair will turn white and I’ll be wrinkled, if I live long enough; but you, you’ll still be beautiful, and that’s marvellous.”

[andersfell-blog]

     “Another time, if you are still curious.” Anders offered, noting the conflict in the mage's tone, and watched, with idle interest, the tentative motion of Garrett's fingers stroking down the curve of his cheek.

     Anders couldn't resist turning his face into the touch, brilliant human warmth permeating his cold flesh. Eyes fluttering closed in the simple pleasure of non-threatening contact, his own fingers unsure but moved to cup that palm to his face, drawing Garrett closer still.

     “Immortality is not always the gift it seems.” Age enough to make his bones ache weighed into those simple words, the melancholy of someone too long alone and too long trapped. “Not for me, and not stuck here.”

     Face twisting, Anders drew back, his eyes sharp and weary at having said too much. “That was– I should not have.” If he didn't know better he'd curse this human for being all too trusting and easy to talk to.

[andersfell-blog]

You know that I want to be best friends with all of you, right? You want an RP best friend? I’m over here. Want an OTP partner? Hi hello let me show you my credentials. A shoulder to cry on? I provide shoulder and cheering up services.

That plot you have circling your brain? I want it too. I have lots of love to spread and share-                                  now I just need people to accept it.

[andersfell-blog]

Immemorial || Anders & Hawke

[apostateslegacy-blog]

Skin and bones, with a heart of gold and a darling face; more words Hawke kept unsaid, for now wasn’t really the moment. Instead, he rubbed his neck, eyes shifting left and right before he gave a small nod in thanks and finally made a move towards the cupboard in which he’d put a couple of bottles. 

It helped the nights he had too much on his mind, he’d told his mother when she questioned their presence there. She hadn’t insisted and didn’t mention it again. Drinking them for a lighter purpose surely was more enjoyable; he hadn’t stopped smiling when he showed Anders the wine he’d picked.

“Good stuff for good company, eh?” Truth be told, he didn’t remember where they’ve gotten those, but knowing Leandra she certainly hadn’t accepted anything of lesser quality. “Ale and wine shouldn’t be drunk one after another like that, but at this point I don’t care much for conventions.”

The cork was removed with a pop, and Hawke passed the bottle to his friend. “—You’d like a glass, perhaps?”

[andersfell-blog]

"I'm flattered you think so."

Anders' eyes lingered on Hawke's hands, watching him work through the motions of opening the wine, and accepting when it was passed to him. "Let's be civilised shall we? Even if we've already botched a few conventions."

The scent of the wine was sharp and sweet, Anders resisted the urge to press his nose closer. Knowing the shape of it he wouldn't want to end up an accidental bottle stopper. "If it's any further consolation I'm not sure wine is meant to be drank in bed either."

Heat pricked at his cheeks, and Anders had to hold back his embarrassed flush once he realised what he'd said. It was probably for the best he kept his mouth shut and refused to act like that innuendo had been anything but intentional.