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I would think something to tend to the cats would be welcomed. So toys, catnip, more cats, treats and food and water... To take care of the cat lover, one must also take care of cat. If cat is happy, so is Anders, I would think.
He says nothing, but the look on his face is more than enough to confirm that yes, that is accurate.
"Kittens. Just dump kittens on him. That's the only way to care for 'im."
Stares at.
“Yes. Exactly. Perfect.” Grins. “Army of kittens, that will solve all my problems.” Well, maybe not, but it will make him feel better.
It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.
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Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
"I heard a rumor that you had been seen stalking other Miqo'tes around..."
“What?!” He blinks and laughs awkwardly. “No, no, actually, I haven’t. It’s very tempting, I admit, but I have a little more self-control than that. Must be some other attractive yet scruffy blond mage. If any at all.” Â
Pauses and snorts. “I promise, I’m not creepy.”
Tom Mison as Anders (x)
Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.
“We’re arright,” she insists, giving the man the side eye and trying to guess at his motives.  Grown-ups don’t just help random kids, not without expecting something in return.  She used to be able to barter her mother’s old things, but she doesn’t have any of those left now.  Aside from the clothes on her back, all she has is…herself.
“N-No,” she says, grabbing Tallyn’s hand and moving away.  “Don’t need help gettin’ home.  We’ll find our way.”  They’re malms from home, and she knows that, but she’d rather take her chances in an unfamiliar place than put herself in debt to a man she doesn’t know.
But Tallyn has other ideas; he tugs her back towards the man and smiles at her.  “Ro merna a’aso, Stella.  Ro tyara nostale, shilta khaless ho!”  They’re in a scary, new place, they need all the help they can get.  Stella is tough, he knows that, but he wants to keep her safe.  She’s his sister, that’s his job.
He smiles softly; so that’s it-- the sister is older, probably more used to the streets. Harder. But the little brother, he’s still innocent. Maybe because his sister kept him that way. He thinks for a moment of Hawke and Bethany, and his chest hurts, but he pushes it aside. The past can wait until he isn’t busy (which, if he can help it, is never).
“It’s okay,” he says, gently. “You don’t have to trust me. I understand. But regardless, I want to help you find your way home.” Wherever home is to them, that is. If they’re running to it. If they’re running from it, he’ll figure something else out -- he’s got experience in running away, after all.
He offers a hand to the girl, open and palm up. “I’m Anders,” he says. “What can I call you?” (He knows the power of names; so he lets them choose their own.)
Anders sees two small children -- more importantly, two /terrified/ small children, looking lost and alone -- and his Maker-damn soft heart makes him go over there, gentle and slow, crouching to look at the older of the two. "Hi," he says kindly. "Are you two lost?"
The blond man approaches, and Demi reacts defensively.  She pushes Tallyn behind her and puffs up, hoping if she looks fierce enough he’ll leave them alone.
“No,” she says curtly, in the same odd tongue he’s speaking.  Curious that it comes to her so naturally, when she’s never heard it before, but then that’s been happening for some time now.  She’s learnt not to question it.
“We’re not lost,” she adds.  Yes they are, but like hells she’s telling a stranger the truth.  Tallyn clings a little tighter to her shirt, and hides his face in the small of her back.  “Merna aut’eska, Stella,” he mumbles.  “Amin’aa tahta.”
“Amin sinta, vhenan,” she whispers back, twisting around to stroke his hair.  “Lye auta rato, vesta.”  As soon as this man gives up, they’re out of here.
He doesn’t recognize the language she speaks to the boy, but he recognizes the look in her eyes and the lines of her body -- lost, yes, and scared, and too used to being alone to want help. The eyes of too many Darktown orphans, the ones who ended up working for Athenril or the Carta, or worse dead and with nothing he could do.Â
He sighs quietly, trying to figure out what to do. There isn’t much, is there? “Okay,” he agrees amiably, letting her keep some pride. “Are you on your way home, then? It’s not really safe around here this late.” Which was true. It wasn’t safe anywhere after dark, in his experience, but the fact that there were scads of monsters just outside city limits made it worse. He couldn’t quite deal with the thought of two kids wandering out and getting hurt.
“Would you like me to walk you home?” He asks finally, certain he’ll get a no, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.Â
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What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
What are their chief tension areas?Â
If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?
How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?
What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?
Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.
Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?Â
Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.
Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?
If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?
If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?
Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?
Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?
Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?
Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?
How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?
If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?
Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?
Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?
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I can’t believe I have to say that, but two people have done it in the past week, and it is getting annoying.
The Silver Fuller casually shut the door behind him, his chocobo chick chirping in greeting at the other male.
“Before I forget to do so, I’m Haurchefant, a simple visitor to this lovely town.” He sat himself on the bench next to his new companion with a content sigh.
“T’is a loving color, Pink.” Haurchefant replied with a smile, “The color of affection, love affairs. Which,” He gave a pointed nod at his new companion, “Is what Valentione’s Day is about, you know.”
“Haurchefant,” he repeats, bobbing his head in acknowledgement. “Anders,” he introduces himself with a tap of a finger to his chest. “Wandering healer, I guess. Good a description as any.”
He pauses, eyes going a little wide as he puts the pieces together. “So...so wait. It’s an entire holiday about...love?” He asks slowly. “Love and affection and-- oh.” He knows he’s gone a little pink, but it’s reflex apparently. “No one ever came up with a holiday for that where I’m from, and I don’t know whether or not to feel disappointed or relieved.”
It’s incredibly hard to picture a holiday about romance in Thedas, of all places.
“…Why is there suddenly pink everywhere? Did I miss something? Is there another weird holiday I don’t know about where pink is suddenly fashionable?”
As if out of nowhere, Ishgard’s most eligible Elezen popped out of the woodwork, black chocobo chick resting on his shoulder.Â
“Tidings, friend. Are you enjoying the Valentione’s Day Festivities?”
Somehow managing to not shriek like a girl, he turns to look up at the (frustratingly tall) elf, brow furrowed slightly. “Uh, hi,” he says, grinning crookedly. “I’d be enjoying them more if I knew what Valentione’s Day actually was, I think.”
He shrugs. “I mean, so far it’s just very...pink.”
“...Why is there suddenly pink everywhere? Did I miss something? Is there another weird holiday I don’t know about where pink is suddenly fashionable?”
