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driftfleet2016-08-08 09:37 am
apurrstate) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-08 09:37 am
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[Closed] If You Talk Enough Sense, Then You'll Lose Your Mind
Who: Anders and Adalwolfe Hawke
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Three Twins Clinic
When: Forward-dated to the 9th
He was slow to wake up. Little things occurred to him first: his face itched. There was something small and warm laying on his chest, too small to be Fat Tom. The bed under him was softer than the ground he'd laid down on, but not as soft as the bed he'd left behind in Orlais.
He didn't know where he was.
There was a stirring in the back of his mind. Panic trickled through him and just behind it like fire lighting on oil was Justice, feeding on it and waking faster to respond. What if he'd been captured at last? Hawke would be waiting at Weisshaupt and never know what if-?
The blue cracks he'd felt bursting around his eyes faded as quickly as they'd shown up as Anders himself woke enough to sense the aura of comfort and safety that hung nearby. The purring warmth at his chest, the sense of magic familiar and safe and trusted to his side. He was fine. Everything was fine.
Slowly, a slightly unsteady hand rose to pet the warmth on his chest and the soft kitten-fuzz under his fingers confirmed this wasn't the rescued barn cat he'd been with last. Bleary amber eyes cracked open and a rough smile broke across his face. "Pounce?" The kitten nuzzled against Anders' jaw despite the hair there and Anders' hands came up to curl gently around his long-lost cat. "I must be dreaming." His voice was ragged from lack of use, but the happiness in it was hard to miss.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Three Twins Clinic
When: Forward-dated to the 9th
He was slow to wake up. Little things occurred to him first: his face itched. There was something small and warm laying on his chest, too small to be Fat Tom. The bed under him was softer than the ground he'd laid down on, but not as soft as the bed he'd left behind in Orlais.
He didn't know where he was.
There was a stirring in the back of his mind. Panic trickled through him and just behind it like fire lighting on oil was Justice, feeding on it and waking faster to respond. What if he'd been captured at last? Hawke would be waiting at Weisshaupt and never know what if-?
The blue cracks he'd felt bursting around his eyes faded as quickly as they'd shown up as Anders himself woke enough to sense the aura of comfort and safety that hung nearby. The purring warmth at his chest, the sense of magic familiar and safe and trusted to his side. He was fine. Everything was fine.
Slowly, a slightly unsteady hand rose to pet the warmth on his chest and the soft kitten-fuzz under his fingers confirmed this wasn't the rescued barn cat he'd been with last. Bleary amber eyes cracked open and a rough smile broke across his face. "Pounce?" The kitten nuzzled against Anders' jaw despite the hair there and Anders' hands came up to curl gently around his long-lost cat. "I must be dreaming." His voice was ragged from lack of use, but the happiness in it was hard to miss.
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