#apostated

[valorcorrupt]

( WIPE ) wiping something (example: make-up/dirt/blood/tears) from mine's face.

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"Stop that."

Her hand snags his wrist, and... something about the way that his fingers flex in her grasp, something about the way that he had stepped up so quickly to help her dab the blood off her cheeks and forehead gives her some pause. If only for a moment.

She pulls the rag from his hands, folds it over and continues to wipe the rest off her skin, everywhere it feels hot and wet.

He tries to help again, with another rag.

"Did I miss that much?"

His eyes tease the answer, and she deflates. She lets him lean over, lets him clean her gently. It stings, but she tries not to flinch.

Tries, and fails.

And he seems... concerned? She tries not to notice the way his eyes linger. She tries not to care.

"Never knew a handful of gravel could do so much damage," she tries to laugh it off.

[freedomscall]

@apostated | memes

‘sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, you just looked sad.’

Anders gets that a lot, truth be told. He has a sad face: worn features, expressive brows, tired brown eyes, and thin lips set most often into a frown these days. The chronic depression and tendency to dissociate probably just adds to the allure, given how approachable he still seems to be when even on break.

❝ It's fine. You're not the first to say something like that, weirdly. ❞ There's a jovial tone to his voice, though he is a little uncomfortable despite how the interruption to his thoughts conveniently grounded him. Lips muster a smile as he speaks either way, the blond soon looking up to actually see the source.

OH.

It isn't very often that Anders is struck with an instant attraction. In fact, he can count the moments on less than four fingers. Then suddenly occurs to him that he's staring.

❝ Ah. Are you… visiting someone? ❞ Awkward. There's only so much one could do at a hospital and they're currently in the lobby of one. At one of his 'favorite' places of it, actually--- close enough to the indoor fountain that Anders can chose to either focus on the patter of water or peer out through the entrance doors at the greenery. Either way this is the most benign of questions he COULD HAVE asked.

[bhaal1st]

[spike spiegel voice] i love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me. also murder IS hot if it's justified actually

" Well we can certainly work with that. "

[ymirgel]

❝ thou seem capable to endure a duel. ❞ she remarks, keen eyes studying him head-to-toe, measuring his merit. ❝ seek me out when thy blade hungers for combat. ❞

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑'𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ? ⸻ @apostated

[freedomscall]

he dragged him into the deep roads once and probably wouldn't do it again but i think the first time disqualifies him i fear

it's okay anders just excuses it because he thinks malcolm is cute

are you anders' type?

[astraldestiny]

— @apostated → closed starter !

" You are Hawke — I have heard of you. The powers of old wonder about you. " He had learnt much about what had happened in Kirkwall. Both through his Orlesian teachers and the voices. Both spoke of Hawke with an almost FEARFUL awe, though the Orlesians leaned more towards open hostility. They did not know what to make of him. " My mother also calls you a fool. She says you made traveling for us far more difficult. "

[freedomscall]

[ CARESS ]  for sender to pepper kisses along receiver’s body after sex.   

@apostated | emotional intimacy prompts | memes

Every time, there is a certain REVERENCE in the after glow.

In the swoonful notion that Anders has never quite felt this way about anyone else as heart continues to hammer in his chest. In the solid weight of Hawke atop his body, thighs still loose about his hips as their form sinks down onto him, as a reminder that this is not just some fantasy he's dreamt up laying in his cot. A treasured reality, their splendid relationship.

Exhausted, sated, Anders reaching to touch fingers to cheek--- leaning upwards to meet with a kiss that lingers. He is in love, more so than he ever thought himself capable of, and oh so apt to show it through both words and actions these days. Bodies settle stomach to stomach, chest to chest (as much as long torso would allow), with Malcolm's face soon nestled in the crook of flushed neck. He feels their lips there too, the gentle press of mouth trailing and the tickle of their beard against his flesh, as right hand tangles in the fluff of the younger man's hair. Downwards still his partner goes, Anders' figure moving to make way without a single thought; chin tilts back to create space, shoulders relax, and breath escapes through parted lips. From mandible to jugular, adam's apple to the notch where throat met sternum, reddened chest covered with the sparse spread of blond hair and freckles to the ugly scar there that marred the space above his heart…

Lavished in attention and adoration the mage feels he does not deserve, despite his lovers continued assurance that he does.

[bhaal1st]

→ @apostated said: [ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

She had been forced to fix the window facing the main square a SECOND time this month. It was starting to look like the wrong people had found out where exactly in the alienage she had settled down. She might be forced to move again. Perhaps this time she should finally accept she would have to make the step towards living in darktown. Not a PLEASANT thought but it could spare her and the other residents of the alienage more trouble. Well, the kind of trouble she got for being an outspoken elf in low town anyway. There would be other kinds of trouble in darktown.

As she was busy trying to nail the new window frame in place, she did not hear her friend's arrival, startled at the sudden touch and turning around so quickly she almost hit the man with the hammer still in her hand. " Maker's breath — you shouldn't sneak up on people like that, Hawke! I could have hurt you! " She set the tool down, shaking her head as she looked at Hawke. " Well I hope you came here to compliment me on how great the place looks or to bask in my great company and not JUST to scare the hell out of me? "