SANCTUM AND HEALING (1/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 21:58:25 UTC
The amount of nervousness I am feeling at the moment cannot be expressed, so I will simply say thank you for the prompt, OP, and I hope that this suits! It has been a long, long while since I have filled a prompt on here, and I just hope that it pleases you, and that it does not get too long! (Though I can make no promises.) ♥ I sincerely hope that you enjoy!There were too many tentacles in the depths of Kal’Hirol
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (2/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 21:59:30 UTC
Instead, the cool whispers of a quiet, shadowy spot in which to lurk and breathe and think was far more appealing. Even if there were ghosts, sliding down hallways and calling to one another, unable to forget the stone they loved, the lost possibilities of a long-squandered life
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (3/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:00:38 UTC
The familiar length of his staff was pressed uncomfortably against his thigh, half-pinned by his body, and when Anders struggled to sit up, his hands found splintered wood instead of the hewn rock-face and squishy flesh of Kal’Hirol proper
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (4/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:02:23 UTC
‘I should hope so,’ Anders said. The Warden Commander always hinted it was part of Anders’s charm that he’d never been put off by the prospect of having a conversation with himself. Considering the company he kept, it was practically a requirement if he ever wanted to get any information. ‘It’d be irresponsible to fall asleep at the helm of this charming little vessel. Say, are you another Warden from Orlais? You don’t sound Orlesian, but I don’t like to make assumptions about people until I get to know them. Or keep them in wagons next to a bunch of barrels. Seems rude, don’t you think
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (5/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:03:22 UTC
‘Maybe now the ride’s over, he’ll be a little more friendly,’ Keran added, ducking by Anders on his way out of the wagon-back. He tugged the leather cords with a quick flick of his wrist, opening the flap and hopping free; Anders heard his boots land on solid ground, and he held out his hand for assistance, to make the ungainly leap without falling on his own staff.
It wasn’t the same as falling on a sword or a dagger, but still-being skewered by anything was never pretty.
Strong fingers closed around Anders’s in the cool, fresh air. Anders held tight to them, trying not to muss his hair as he ducked low beneath the wagon-cover, but his ankle buckled under his weight unexpectedly when he caught sight of narrow, pale stretches of late-afternoon sunlight, streaming in over the neighboring mountain range.
White-capped peaks, snowy and chill; a brisk breeze that didn’t smell of the Waking Sea; hard-packed earth beneath Anders’s feet instead of soft, forgiving, Fereldan mud-banks; and a twisted ankle that twinged as Anders blinked,
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (6/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:04:55 UTC
‘Keran,’ the cowled man said, with a snap of his bare fingers. When he turned away from Anders, his face slipped halfway free of the hood. Pale light illuminated his broken nose; there was something like blood splashed across its bridge, and his chin was framed by a dark beard, tucked beneath his furred pauldrons, and half hidden behind a tarnished steel bevor. ‘Take the desk in to Varric, would you? You know how he likes to complain when he’s made to wait
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (7/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:06:08 UTC
Joints were tricky like that-just as tricky as not-kidnappers-and when Anders heard the ball crack, thumb pressed stiffly into Hawke’s other palm, the urge to heal it flared like a warning signal on the eve of battle, just before enemy forces crested a keep’s dwarven walls
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (8/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:06:56 UTC
It wasn’t the first time someone had drawn the same conclusion; Anders could only assume it wouldn’t be the last. Hawke’s jaw was tight, the furrows in his brow deepening-but too much fresh mountain air and stark mountain wind and bleak mountain living would do that to a man, grooving more wrinkles than laugh-lines around his mouth and eyes or turning him gray before his time.
‘Clever to hide yourself in a ditch, though,’ Hawke continued, leaning back, glancing down to inspect a fingernail. There was a staff in the far corner of the tent, but he didn’t reach for it or look its way; something about his posture, the familiar cant of a mage’s shoulders when he was contemplating a fireball or two, made Anders take notice of the weapon, which in turn made his palms run sweaty and his throat run dry. ‘Have us pick you up, take you in-I’d no idea it was so boring in the Fade. And I’ll tell you this-the Vimmark Mountains are no place for a party. You’d be better off trying Orlais. Plenty of cheeses there, this time of year
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (9/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:07:37 UTC
An uneven smile found its way across Anders’s face. There was something about the dwarf’s straightforward nature-coupled with a lack of distinct smells-that made him feel more at ease. Maybe it was the way he refused to balk, even when he knew he was caught like a halla in Hawke’s predatory stare. Anders had used the same tactic when he’d first met the Warden Commander; it was best to judge a man by the ease of the company he kept.
If they didn’t look starved or beaten or terrified-just friendly, weather-worn, fondly weary-then chances were the leader in question wasn’t a downright evil person, even if he was insane.
‘Right,’ Hawke said. He rubbed a weary hand over his beard. Anders listened to the soft scrape of short hairs where they scuffed against his palm. ‘Well, as you can see, you’re interrupting a private meeting. Funny how you always manage that
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SANCTUM AND HEALING (9b/?)
anonymous
November 26 2011, 22:10:06 UTC
‘Don’t take it too hard, Blondie,’ Varric said, bringing up the rear. ‘There’s some people out there who’d sell their mothers for a private audience with Hawke.’
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And that is it for today and the first installment! I will prepare the usual hidey-hole post-posting corner, and just hope that it is enjoyed! I try to do my best to update at the same time every other day, so...hopefully I will be back here at the end of this chilly weekend with a new update come Monday. And again, I hope this pleases, OP! ♥
Re: SANCTUM AND HEALING (9b/?)
anonymous
November 27 2011, 00:56:11 UTC
I love it I love it I love it. I really wish I had something more eloquent to offer you but please accept my meager offering of "this is fantastic oh sweet jesus please write forever".
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It wasn’t the same as falling on a sword or a dagger, but still-being skewered by anything was never pretty.
Strong fingers closed around Anders’s in the cool, fresh air. Anders held tight to them, trying not to muss his hair as he ducked low beneath the wagon-cover, but his ankle buckled under his weight unexpectedly when he caught sight of narrow, pale stretches of late-afternoon sunlight, streaming in over the neighboring mountain range.
White-capped peaks, snowy and chill; a brisk breeze that didn’t smell of the Waking Sea; hard-packed earth beneath Anders’s feet instead of soft, forgiving, Fereldan mud-banks; and a twisted ankle that twinged as Anders blinked, ( ... )
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‘Clever to hide yourself in a ditch, though,’ Hawke continued, leaning back, glancing down to inspect a fingernail. There was a staff in the far corner of the tent, but he didn’t reach for it or look its way; something about his posture, the familiar cant of a mage’s shoulders when he was contemplating a fireball or two, made Anders take notice of the weapon, which in turn made his palms run sweaty and his throat run dry. ‘Have us pick you up, take you in-I’d no idea it was so boring in the Fade. And I’ll tell you this-the Vimmark Mountains are no place for a party. You’d be better off trying Orlais. Plenty of cheeses there, this time of year ( ... )
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If they didn’t look starved or beaten or terrified-just friendly, weather-worn, fondly weary-then chances were the leader in question wasn’t a downright evil person, even if he was insane.
‘Right,’ Hawke said. He rubbed a weary hand over his beard. Anders listened to the soft scrape of short hairs where they scuffed against his palm. ‘Well, as you can see, you’re interrupting a private meeting. Funny how you always manage that ( ... )
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And that is it for today and the first installment! I will prepare the usual hidey-hole post-posting corner, and just hope that it is enjoyed! I try to do my best to update at the same time every other day, so...hopefully I will be back here at the end of this chilly weekend with a new update come Monday. And again, I hope this pleases, OP! ♥
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So excited for more!
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