[Anders sleeps deeply, whenever he finally tires enough to collapse into sleep, though normally the sound of his door opening would hopefully trigger some reaction, he's exhausted enough that he merely moans and twitches, lost to dreams of darkness and fleeing from templars or darkspawn or both.]
[Anders' poor kittens aren't reacting well to France's presence. They're... well, wherever they are, hissing, their fur on end.
France himself simply moves silently to Anders' side. He brushes long, pale fingers across the man's cheek before withdrawing his hand.
And suddenly his limbs are mechanically pulling him onto the bed. His movements are slightly jerking and unnatural. Speaking of which, the blue of his eyes seems to almost reflect without any source of light.]
[He stirs more at the sound of the kittens hissing, but it's not until fingers ghost across his cheek that Anders starts awake, adrenaline sweeping away the remains of sleep as he struggles instinctively.
He recognises Francis' face a moment later and stills, confused, his nerves and Justice on edge.]
Francis? What are you- what time is it? Why are you here?
[There could be something wrong, a reason he's disturbed at what seems such a late hour.]
[France settles on Anders, straddling the man. His hands are anchored on either side of Anders' head and his hair hangs down in a ghostly halo around his face.]
The time is irrelevant. My heart, she aches, Anders. I wish to be with you. I cannot stand to live another moment without you by my side.
[...so much about that theory of something amiss.]
You woke me up to confess that you're in love with me?
[Or, more accurately he imagines, in lust. Bizarrely, it reminds him of slipping into various lovers' rooms back in the Circle and stolen moments together while avoiding getting caught by the templars.]
I'd ask why this couldn't have waited until morning, but since you've woken me up, I'll be blunt about it. I'm not that interested in you, Francis. Now will you please get off of me? You're upsetting my cats.
... and this is why I love playing France. so naked. so articulate.crotchrosesJuly 31 2011, 01:04:46 UTC
[His features twitch at Anders' disinterested tone, and again he runs a hand over Anders' hair. For one brief second his expression his affectionate and sincere, but that quickly flickers to something colder and piercing.]
It need only be this once, mon cheri. [He leans down and peppers Anders' jaw with light and loving kisses. Already his body has settled comfortably atop the man, and his hands are gentle. Soft.]
There is no shame in one stolen moment of passion between two lonely hearts. [France whispers this in Anders' ear and nips at it with a wide smile.] To feel the warmth of another body, the beat of another heart... to watch as one's lover reclines, drenched in sweat, washed away in the hospitable arms of the afterglow.
Why deny yourself this? I know you are lonely. You long for the warmth of humanity. You desire... [he presses his lips against Anders' cheek.] ... to feel the fire of another move within you.
asdfahdfsa I-I'll be in my bunk...magerightsJuly 31 2011, 01:49:48 UTC
[It's difficult not to react, his body responding to the touches and words even as he fights the urge to give into long ignored desires. He's done this dance many times in the past, but since Justice there's been no one, easier to convince himself there are more important things than simple pleasures.
It's why Francis' words are so much harder to simply push aside, as is the man himself, and Anders is forced to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from giving too much of an indication how very tempting that offer is.]
I- No, this should not happen. It won't- I can't-
[It's too easy for 'once' to become 'occasionally' to become 'regularly' and then it would only be a matter of time until someone got hurt and he can't allow that.]
Francis, please. You cannot ask this of me. You don't know what may happen.
[Trying to make his intention gentle and clear, Anders' hands move to Francis' shoulders and try to push him back firmly. Enough to hopefully establish a little distance and stop the other man from tempting him with
( ... )
a-and I'll be in mine mO//////OmcrotchrosesJuly 31 2011, 02:37:58 UTC
It can, and it will. [France grips Anders' wrists tightly, using his weight to assist in keeping control over the other man. Leaning down, he nips at Anders' neck. The kisses escalate in passion and zeal; a skilled tongue flicks at skin, subtle, then hungrily--but delicately still--draws along the mage's jaw.]
There is no reason that it shouldn't. Let my body join with yours. I will take great care of you. My love is not cold. It is full of passion and comfort.
/COCKBLOCKS FOREVERmagerightsJuly 31 2011, 03:16:36 UTC
[Fear coils through him, the kind that the kisses don't help with at all, and Anders swallows hard. He's never been a fan of being restrained against his will, something to do with too many times dragged back to the Circle in chains, he imagines, and this situation isn't helping him calm down in the least.
And he needs to try and keep calm as much as he can, as fear has Justice struggling against him and while he doesn't welcome Francis' attention right now, he doesn't wish to loose the spirit on him either.]
I said no. If you do not--
[He stops then, belatedly realising something Justice had already, but his own too human distraction had prevented him from sensing immediately.]
Francis! This isn't you doing this, there's something else here!
/creeps you out forever 8)crotchrosesJuly 31 2011, 05:18:59 UTC
[France does not stop until "there's something else here." He lifts his head and smiles. It's an unnatural smile for France; and his eyes are dark--everything around him, in fact, is noticeably darker, as if he's permeating the air with shadow. Except for his eyes--they are sharp and blue and glint as they make contact with Anders.]
hnnng that icon... *__*magerightsJuly 31 2011, 13:55:44 UTC
No. [He knows that now, clings to the idea because it means Francis isn't wholly in control of his actions and Anders will not see him harmed because of some creature or magic controlling him.]
I will not believe that. You know this isn't what you would do if you were in control of yourself. Please, if you are able, you need to fight whatever this is, Francis. I do not want to hurt you.
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There is something flickering in the shadows in the hallway of the hospital. Anders' door opens quietly, then shuts. Then silence.]
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France himself simply moves silently to Anders' side. He brushes long, pale fingers across the man's cheek before withdrawing his hand.
And suddenly his limbs are mechanically pulling him onto the bed. His movements are slightly jerking and unnatural. Speaking of which, the blue of his eyes seems to almost reflect without any source of light.]
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He recognises Francis' face a moment later and stills, confused, his nerves and Justice on edge.]
Francis? What are you- what time is it? Why are you here?
[There could be something wrong, a reason he's disturbed at what seems such a late hour.]
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The time is irrelevant. My heart, she aches, Anders. I wish to be with you. I cannot stand to live another moment without you by my side.
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You woke me up to confess that you're in love with me?
[Or, more accurately he imagines, in lust. Bizarrely, it reminds him of slipping into various lovers' rooms back in the Circle and stolen moments together while avoiding getting caught by the templars.]
I'd ask why this couldn't have waited until morning, but since you've woken me up, I'll be blunt about it. I'm not that interested in you, Francis. Now will you please get off of me? You're upsetting my cats.
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It need only be this once, mon cheri. [He leans down and peppers Anders' jaw with light and loving kisses. Already his body has settled comfortably atop the man, and his hands are gentle. Soft.]
There is no shame in one stolen moment of passion between two lonely hearts. [France whispers this in Anders' ear and nips at it with a wide smile.] To feel the warmth of another body, the beat of another heart... to watch as one's lover reclines, drenched in sweat, washed away in the hospitable arms of the afterglow.
Why deny yourself this? I know you are lonely. You long for the warmth of humanity. You desire... [he presses his lips against Anders' cheek.] ... to feel the fire of another move within you.
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It's why Francis' words are so much harder to simply push aside, as is the man himself, and Anders is forced to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from giving too much of an indication how very tempting that offer is.]
I- No, this should not happen. It won't- I can't-
[It's too easy for 'once' to become 'occasionally' to become 'regularly' and then it would only be a matter of time until someone got hurt and he can't allow that.]
Francis, please. You cannot ask this of me. You don't know what may happen.
[Trying to make his intention gentle and clear, Anders' hands move to Francis' shoulders and try to push him back firmly. Enough to hopefully establish a little distance and stop the other man from tempting him with ( ... )
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There is no reason that it shouldn't. Let my body join with yours. I will take great care of you. My love is not cold. It is full of passion and comfort.
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And he needs to try and keep calm as much as he can, as fear has Justice struggling against him and while he doesn't welcome Francis' attention right now, he doesn't wish to loose the spirit on him either.]
I said no. If you do not--
[He stops then, belatedly realising something Justice had already, but his own too human distraction had prevented him from sensing immediately.]
Francis! This isn't you doing this, there's something else here!
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There is no one but you and I and Justice.
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I will not believe that. You know this isn't what you would do if you were in control of yourself. Please, if you are able, you need to fight whatever this is, Francis. I do not want to hurt you.
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Anders, mon amour.
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