#freedomscall

[bonetoss]

@freedomscall

"Close your eyes."

Nate's voice is taut with emotion, he's desperate to keep a hold on his composure. Water is poured over Anders' frame, the air smelling heavily of iron (blood)? Dirt? Mildew? Most of the clothes were tatters, the feather mantle in such bad shape Nate doesn't want to even touch it to try and salvage it.

At least they've saved his hair, though Delilah had to cut it shorter than Nate has ever seen it.

"You've got an infected cut." Not that Justice (Vengeance?) would let you die from it. Nate cleans this one too, a new sterile needle to close the wound like he's done with the two other miscellaneous wounds he's found.

"I'm going to change the water out again." He informs Anders before pulling the stopper in the tub, helping his mage stand while it drained. He made sure to rinse out the finest dirt particles that insisted on staying before plugging and refilling with the hot water, helping Anders back into the basin.

"Do you want to comb your hair?" Or should I?

Nate hovers between just doing it for his own sanity, and hoping this time Anders will speak finally. He hasn't since he found him, and Nathaniel is starting to question if this isn't some intricate hallucination where he's still stuck underneath Kirkwall dying.

[vannhawke]

@freedomscall said: ❝ He made me look like an asshole. ❞ | maybe you are an asshole sometimes, anders

Vann pursed his lips together, tilting his head up ever so slightly from his book to look at Anders. He'd been listening, of course, as Anders went off about his day and his--already reassured to be mild--run in with a guard at the clinic. Apparently said guard was happy to look the other way, but only if Anders remained extremely polite.

Closing his book, Vann put it off to the side and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees while he clasped his hands together. "You can be..." Simultaneously, no words and all the words come to mind. Nothing solidifies on his tongue though, not for a long, awkward moment where he refuses to grimace. His throat works for a moment. "...prickly."

[howetragic]

“I have a lot of pent-up trauma.”

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Well, that does explain a few things, doesn't it?

As the archer stood and watched, the mage had taken out quite a bit of anger on the darkspawn corpse before him, beating it over and over again with his staff. Now, he was wiping the blood off on the grass nearby, the black, sticky substance clinging to the wood.

"As do we all," Nathaniel points out dryly. "Perhaps you should give a thought to regular exercise. It might help."

[crosaidi]

" what i wouldn’t give for some warm spiced wine… " @freedomscall / as said by blackwall

Honestly, he doesn’t much mind the cold, not as much as some — it’s the heat that makes him drag — but he certainly wouldn’t object to something to warm his bones, either. Little wisps of snowfall stick to his dark hair, thick beard, the heavy cloak across his shoulders, and he huffs a little laugh as he pokes the log on the fire with a longer stick; it hisses and crackles, but the fire swells. 

" Well, we got wine, " muses he, considering; there’s a bright keen light in blue eyes, in the teasing glance that slips sideways. " Could always put it over th’fire, an’ we got all kinds o’ herbs an’ shit we could toss in. Maybe some pine needles. Might kill ye, but it’d be spiced with somethin’. "

[soulcluster]

@freedomscall

The pair had not seen each other in years and for that long time, Roland had quietly carried his heartache in the way that he carried his duty: resolutely and never forgetting. Anders visited in his dreams some nights, never tangible enough for his liking and always leaving him cold in the morning's light.

To see him again now almost felt like a dream. Except they were miles into the Deep Roads, covering in darkspawn and dirt with danger waiting in the darkness.

"Anders?" His name came out somewhere halfway between a prayer and a hope. With steady, uneven footsteps, Roland closed the distance between them, reaching out to touch his shoulder and finding him warm and solid beneath his palm.

"I thought you were..." dead. Killed by darkspawn or templars or... but he wasn't. He was here. He was alive. He was— Roland pressed forward and kissed him with a fervent need, palm squeezing possessively. Not a second later, he pulled away with a strained gasp. "I shouldn't— I'm sorry, I—" oh but he wanted to do it again.

[empathsies]

SEND  📜  FOR  AN  INCORRECT  QUOTE   ⸻  accepting  !

LEÓN  :  i  want  to  wake  up  with  you  every  day  for  the  rest  of  our  lives  .

ANDERS  :  i  wake  up  at  4:30  AM  .

LEÓN  :

LEÓN  :  i  want  to  see  you  at  some  point  every  day  for  the  rest  of  our  lives  .

@freedomscall​

[soulcluster-moved]

@freedomscall​ : ❝Am I not a thing of beauty~?❞ | for rory, i'm sorry fire emblem starters >> accepting!!

“If the Maker had found you before he did Andraste, then we would have a very different sort of Chantry.” He took a drink for his cup, then paused and added, “And I would have been forced to fight the Maker for you.”

[screenviolense-a]

@freedomscall​ sent: ‘ i’d make a great dad, i’m just saying. ‘ ( a cat dad, maybe ) | for elian, im sorry 

         ‘ maybe if the babies are furry and cough up hairballs from time to time. ‘ a smirk crossed her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest, watching the kids at the village run around, chasing her mabari. kids hadn’t been something she’d thought about much before, but she’d heard it was much harder for wardens to have them then most. did he think about that too?

         ‘ are you hoping to have a bunch of tiny mages running around someday, waving staffs? ‘ that actually sounded awfully cute, though the chantry might have to disagree.