Complicated

Independent Anders Roleplay -10 + yrs experience -18+ only -moderately selective -para/novel(la) style -spoilers for all games and books -please see rules Tracking #monsterorhero

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//Holidays are over (aka: i get cut back to minimum hours for full-time) so I’ll finally be able to give this blog a real shot. I still have followers (somehow. You are all the true heroes), so if any of them wanna plot something, hit me with a message. Anyway, I also expect heavy construction here soon. <3

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My biggest fear

                        is that eventually

                                                  y o u  will see  m e

                                                                                   the way  I  see  m y s e l f 

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Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

- submitted by anonymous

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xyou-will-always-burn-as-brightx:

Teranis came to the mage’s clinic where he figured he’d be. He didn’t see him as he came in. He just looked through the papers on the desk. He heard when the mage came in he turned to look at him. Taking down his hood to reveal his long blond hair with a single braid and white streaks. He still remained silent though as he watched him. As soon as he got close enough he handed him a letter. “Read.” monsterorhero

Anders regarded him at first with no small amount of suspicion. It wasn’t that strangers were uncommon in this line of work, but they usually thrust bloodied limbs or crying children toward him. Not so often with letters.

“If I might ask who you are,” he sized the stranger up, not looking immediately at the letter. It could very well have been a trap- it wouldn’t be the first time someone had come to the clinic looking for trouble. Or, more precisely, looking for him...which seemed to amount to the same. Then again, the closest he’d come to such a situation before was with Hawke, and that wasn’t all bad. He resisted just as long as he could before curiosity overtook sense and he looked over the letter.

“Is this serious?” he stopped midway to look him in the eyes, “Who are you?”

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smartmouthedchampion:

“What can I say, clearing out the thugs has been easier and easier.  Especially since some of them have gotten smart, and run away now when they see who their target is,“ she replied smiling as she drank the contents pf her own cup. "Your welcome. Can’t have the only healer in Dark Town be harassed by annoying people with violent urges.”

“About time they’re learning,” he laughed and signaled for another round, “it’s only taken how many years now?” and he shook his head. Wonders never ceased and all that.

“I do appreciate it,” he admitted this in just the tone that might have warned of a lecture, “but there’s no need to go through the trouble. There was no need for Varric to, for that matter,” he let out a sigh and happily threw back his new drink when it was delivered, “I am able to look out for myself. And, even if they are idiots, I’d rather not drag you into danger from them as well.”

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I’m just passing through. The words put Cole a little more at ease. There was still something there in the air, something that clung to the mage, hanging on his back and feeding off him like a parasite. Whatever it was had been good once, but it had twisted into something else, something dangerous, dark, and tainted. It was what Cole feared most about himself. He fiddled with his fingers and dropped his gaze. He took the opportunity to study the mage’s robes, noting how worn and dirty they were. The stranger had no doubt come a long way. Cole was torn between his natural instinct to reach out, to help, and wanting to get as far away from the mage as possible. What he was sensing was bigger, stronger than himself. That usually wouldn’t deter him, but for the first time since he’d left Rhys and the White Spire, he felt afraid and uncertain. He didn’t like it. Silence stretched between them and it seemed as if Cole weren’t going to answer.

“No.” He finally replied. “Even if you did, you would not remember.“ He was hesitant to answer with who he was, so there was a brief pause before he continued. "I’m Cole. I can help.” The last words were habit and left his lips before he could stop them. He winced, closed his eyes briefly as he gathered himself. He could help. He straightened a little, the thought giving him the resolve he needed, and tried to tamp down the negative things tumbling around inside of him. “Who is the friend you are looking for?” The sooner they found this mage’s friend, the sooner he could leave and take this wrongness with him.  That mental reminder bolstered him a bit more. He took a few tentative steps towards the mage.

Anders really couldn't get a read on the kid, so much so that he felt downright nervous. There was something, something he couldn't pinpoint, that put every sense on high-alert. There was a warning sign, something he sensed more than saw, but as soon as he seemed nearly able to grasp it, the thought slipped through his fingers.

He didn't respond at once. He wasn't sure if it was his own uneasiness that stretched across the silence or Cole's. Maybe both. The boy may well have been able to help. He struck Anders as someone who may be privy to information, whether others realized it or not. Now, whether he was actually willing seemed another situation entirely. The offer sounded more like impulse than empathy. He hadn't missed the wince they were delivered with, though by the time he did respond, it seemed to slip his mind.

"...Varric," he almost admitted that it was Hawke he was tracking, but something in the back of his mind had him changing his approach. He feared being too obvious, coming on too strong. If the boy really didn't know who he was- And Anders wasn't entirely convinced of this- it might just be enough to make things click. The Champion's personal life hadn't done such a great job of staying personal, after all.

"he's uhm...I've heard he's here. He sent a letter..." not to Anders, of course, but he'd seen it. He'd fought tooth and nail over it. And here he was to tell him exactly what he thought, now that Hawke had failed to send word for so long, "I really need to speak with him. Privately."

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8. Sex headcanon

Anders was released from his year in solitary to find Karl- love and lover- shipped to the Free Marches while he was locked away. It shook him, pained him in ways he did not wish to recover from. Encounters after this shifted for him from intensely emotional to purely, pointedly physical. He found a taste for casual nights, particularly the kind that were easy to forget.

He still uses that lightning trick Karl showed him, though. And he’s very good with his tongue.

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7.

7. Kissing headcanon

Anders fancies himself an incredible kisser and nobody’s ever had the heart to tell him otherwise. Really, it’s getting to be a problem.

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//online! And even have some responses to do <3 If anyone’s up for a bit of plotting, hit my inbox. I’ll be here off and on until I crash. Tomorrow...not so much. I’m sure y’all feel me there.

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Send ∆ to hear what my Muses last words to yours would be.

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"It's been quiet around the clinic lately," Anders lifted his voice just enough to be sure it might be heard over the Hanged Man's usual racket, "and I still owe Varric from our last round of Wicked Grace..." he smiled, offered a side glance before draining the last of his drink.

"I'm guessing I have you to thank."

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We know the rite of Tranquility can be reversed. And we know that’s done with the help of spirits. AND that a tranquil mage can still be possessed, if a spirit/demon were, through intervention or (presumably) intent, drawn to them.

If you trust anything the Seekers had to say, this can result in someone who can no longer properly control their emotions. Someone rash, unstable, dangerous. Someone who is probably an entirely different person than they were before the rite.

Someone who would know, from personal experience, the hell that tranquility really is.

Someone who would never let one they loved live that life. Someone who would, if they could, keep anyone from experiencing that.

We also know that it’s very possible to house a spirit without becoming an ‘abomination’...that it’s even a common practice in some cultures.

So maybe, it’s not unreasonable to think that a mouthy, flighty apostate, without a friend left to look out for him, didn’t fare well. Maybe he even had a connection, a sort of friendship even, with one of those spirits that could help.

just maybe.

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“But this is not right. You have an obligation” -Justice “Yes, well… welcome to the world, spirit.”-Anders

Late to the party train, but man, it was only a matter of time until I hopped aboard the Dragon Age hype.