Summary: you wake up in the very early morning, wondering what goes on in the head of the god beside you while he sleeps. Disregarding your questions of the heart, you take a page from Anders’ book and replace your emotions with sex, initiating a slow and soft morning session that in no way expresses how either of you feel.
Warnings: unprotected M/F intercourse, feelings.
A/N: this is a stand alone fic that will tie in with the theme of two upcoming Anders fics I’m working on.
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What do god’s dream of, you wondered, looking at the one beside you who’s form was disguised by shadows.
It was early, your room still shrouded in a blanket of darkness and you reveled in the feel of knowing time remained for you to bask in this undisturbed peace that only existed at such a young hour of the day.
Another great work of literature. You just can’t help but feel sorry for both (as I reflect with Anders due to trust issues as well so, it hits home) and just smother Anders with unconditional love.
Okay so I noticed this a few weeks ago but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a post on it so I wanted to share this adorable revelation with you guys.
So Anders saves someone’s life the first time he escapes! That’s great, not all surprising, very Anders. Much Anders.
But get this:
He wastwelve.
Think about it. Here Anders is, a twelve-year-old kid. He accidentally sets his family’s barn on fire, his ownfather is afraid of him and readily gives him over to the Templars, he’s ripped from his life and put in Kinloch Hold. He’s so distraught that he won’t even speak. He’s being fed all that Chantry bullshit about mages being inherently dangerous, ‘curses in the eyes of the Maker’, and unstable; that his magic is something to be feared.He is something to be feared, someone undeserving of freedom. Something his own father believes. (I know I already said that, but I reeally hate Anders’ father.)
And then he escapes, and he saves someone’s life. This could very well have been the first time that Anders realized his magic wasn’t a curse, that he wasn’t a curse for being a mage.
Just imagine for a sec. After the Templars finally find him with his phylactery, little twelve-your-old Anders being led back to the Tower in chains, clutching his new pendant to his chest and refusing to let anyone take it, this reminder that his magic isn’t ‘evil’ but can begood, that he is good. That he isn’t a curse.
This series started as a way to get me comfortable illustrating different skin tones & to build up palettes for all the characters. But I’m finding myself really digging doing the quick portrait sketches.
Ahhhh I love the pictures surveycorporal took from us sooo much! We were all soaked to the bone and quite cold, but I am so happy I could at least take some shots together with bonesonmyface andabessinier ! And so much thanks to Ijdie for being a champ and wanting to take these wonderful pictures whilst she herself was sick and soaked from the rain, thank you!
I want you all to take a look at our badass Fenris who made it to the con despite being ill and despite, well, german bus and despite the bloody weather that had us all soaked! That is one tough little elf! And some day we will take more pics together! Also thanks to surveycorporal from me too bc she went through the same con catastrophy and still took these pics ;n;
We just came back from Connichi and my girlfriend bonesonmyface already edited the pictures she took and I really really think she has outdone herself especially given that we only had very few time! Apart from that I can only say: I love Anders & Justice and I am very sad that I can’t be them tomorrow.
