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Who: Anders and Open
Broadcast: Yes (Day after action)
Action: Malum
When: The action takes place a day or so after this happens and the broadcast takes place the next morning

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[It hadn't been his first thought to go to the bar. Not even fourth or fifth, but it had popped up eventually. When everything became too much all at once. His clinic was too quiet despite not changing, he was too vulnerable despite not being in any danger. Everything had changed and he hadn't even considered how much until Justice was gone.

Anders went to the only place he could think to go. True, the Space Bar might be a better environment for noise, but Fenris was exactly the last person he wanted to accidentally run into tonight, so Crowley's bar it was. The sound of other people was helpful, at least. And the first drink he basically inhaled helped more. It made it easier to ignore how that persistent hum at the back of his mind was gone, how there wasn't a flux and flow of emotions not quite his own always licking at the edges of his thoughts, how there was only one set of feelings and opinions about everything now left in his head. He'd foolishly tested, half hoping to feel the burst of righteous anger and power as his thoughts drifted to blood magic and the plight of mages and every damn other thing he'd spent the last ten years fighting for.

Suddenly...it was like it had been someone else's problem. Someone else's fight. Like before.

He didn't like it.

He ordered another drink.]

Something strong this time. If it burns my taste-buds into ash, even better.

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[There's a side-effect to drinking. One he hadn't had to deal with in roughly a decade. But, oh, was he dealing with it now. And every time he tried to send a pulse of healing magic into his own head, the hangover he was nursing would just pulse brighter and pang harder and make him think maybe a broodmother would be a blessing right now. It could kill him viciously and in some disgusting way and it would be far kinder than what his head was doing to him.

Perhaps Justice had been doing him a kindness all those years after all. Maker have mercy.

He turned on the broadcast, clumsily hitting video and then voice so a flicker of his disheveled and pathetic appearance can be seen to those who happen to be looking at the time, but then it's gone again and replaced with his voice. Which wasn't really in any better shape.]

Does anyone have any...faster ways with dealing with hangovers? I'd normally take care of it myself but...well, I can't. And thinking isn't too easy right now, so any help would be appreciated. Smartass comments are not, however. Thanks.

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Yes, nice night for one, isn't it?

[He snorts, amused to find Anders exactly where he thought he would and surprisingly a bit more upright than expected.]

I'm hurt you didn't invite me so we could toast to your independence. And also that you left me to clean Pounce's litter box so it's definitely your turn next time.

[He invites himself to sit beside his lover, letting his jokingly sarcastic comments cover the worry in him. Maybe with Anders as drunk as this he won't notice.]

[He pulls a face at the joke, something torn between a grimace and a smile.

Luckily for Hawke, his hopes aren't unfounded and Anders misses any subtlety Hawke might have.]

Didn't realize you needed one! Since when do you go anywhere before being invited? You kind've just...roam wherever you please and since you work here... [He gave a shrug and offere Hawke his drink. Should he decide to partake, he might notice it's almost chokingly strong.]

I was lonely. I wish you'd come sooner.

[At Anders' soulful look Adalwolfe grants him a chuckle.]

I didn't know where you'd gone, Love. You just up and vanished.

[He reaches to take the drink and barely gets it to his mouth considering it starts burning his nose-hairs.]

What in the Void is this? You usually go for sweet, not something that could strip paint.

[Anders shook his head.]

Dunno, really, I stopped asking for specific drinks by the third one or so...

[Anders peered at it like he hadn't really noticed the drink before.]

I think that's about when I stopped tasting them.

[Adalwolfe can't help laughing a bit at that, but there's a helpless quality to it. He doesn't want to be worried, wants to take this for what it probably is; a celebration and a send off and Anders not knowing his limits any longer after over a decade living with a spirit inside him. There are complicated feelings there that they'll need to talk over but for now he just wants to let Anders do what he wants to do and he'll be here to sort it out after.]

A toast, then.

[He raises the glass.]

To Justice, now with the entire Fade to judge as he sees fit.

[And down goes the drink. Following by a fit of coughing and wheezing as it burns the entirety of his esophagus on the way down.]

Edited 2016-10-29 15:51 (UTC)

[Anders snickers and puts his hand on the back of Hawke's back to rub soothing circles there.]

I...wouldn't have tossed it back like that, Hawke.

[He ordered something sweet and simple for them to share and asked for a spoon of honey that he offered to his poor boyfriend.]

Eat this, love.

[Adalwolfe takes the honey gratefully and swallows the whole dollop at once, sighing as it soothes his throat. Yeah, that wasn't all that smart.]

At least you still have the presence of mind to take care of me.

[He smirks, a gentleness behind it, and puts one hand over Anders' in a small intimate gesture.]

You are alright, aren't you? I know it's a big change.

[Anders' hand curls around Hawke and he smiles on impulse.]

I'm always alright, Hawke. You don't have to worry about me.

Well now I know you're drunk.

[Adalwolfe teases, but if there is anyone who's less alright more of the time, it's Anders.]

Of course I have to worry about you, it's part and parcel to the entire boyfriend thing.

And you're a very good boyfriend. Always have been. You're better than I deserve, but I'm eternally grateful to have you.

[He leans in to leave a kiss on Adalwolfe's cheek, mostly because he didn't trust himself to actually make the mark of aiming for his love's lips.]

But you're right, I'm...very drunk. The last time I was this drunk, I'd been invited to a drinking competition by the other Wardens and the soldiers in Vigil's Keep. I'd saved their lives with my magic and they were grateful. Of course, they proved it to me by drinking me under the table, I don't even remember losing, just waking up slouched over on Nate's shoulder.

[Now that had been a bad hangover...oh, Maker, he was probably in for one in the morning too.]

Of course, you got passed out drunk almost every other week, so you should understand.

[He was definitely just letting his mouth run, some distant part of him was sure, but he couldn't find it in him to care, either.]

That's an exaggeration. I don't pass out. I barely even drink enough to be sick anymore because really then no one has fun.

[Some part of him is still worried, but having Anders just talk like this is a rare enough occurrence that even if its brought on by the copious amounts of alcohol Anders has no doubt imbibed, Wolfe just lets him talk. Whatever he says is safe with Wolfe, anyway.]

I didn't realize Wardens had that sort of fun. Besides you, all the ones I've met have been pretty businesslike. Well, maybe not Nate.

[He says the name as if he's trying it out. Nate was just Nathaniel when they'd met and he hadn't gotten to know the man well enough to shorten it.]

[Anders scoffs.]

You stumbled home on my shoulder plenty of times.

But, no, some of the Wardens are businesslike. Especially Nate. Poor bastard lacks a sense of humor, but it made him the perfect target.

If you want fun, you should've met Sigrun. Imagine...imagine like Varric but with the confident outgoingness of Isabela. Sigrun was one of the Legion of the Dead before she was a Warden.

You knew Stroud the best, though. I'm sorry for that one. The man has-had less of a humor than Nate. Some people took Warden-ing to heart and some took Warden-ing to heart and further, right out the back end again and that was Stroud.

I wish you could've met the others. The other Wardens in my group. They were my first real friends, you would have liked them.

[The commentary about Stroud makes Wolfe a bit uncomfortable. It's too close to speaking ill of the dead, someone who he still feels shouldn't have made that sacrifice in his stead, a sacrifice that might well be in vain for how much Wolfe does not want to return to Thedas, which means not making good on his promise to bring news to Weisshaupt. But he swallows all that down, still putting on a grin as Anders reminisces.]

It sounds like it, yeah. You don't talk about them all that much though. I do understand why, but it's still sort of nice to hear about your life before Kirkwall, your friends. I didn't want to take advantage really when I first got to the fleet and you were your younger self, but if you have stories you'd like to share now I'd love to hear them.

It's hardly taking advantage of anything if it's you who's...asking. [It's clear by Anders' expression that that was an exceptionally failed attempt at a sexual joke that just didn't quite come out right and Anders could tell.

So, the best way to handle that was to simply move on from it.]

Never saw a point in talking about them, I don't even know where half of them are. Justice is back in the Fade, I guess, Nate's...well, he was near Kirkwall three years ago, and Riona's...well she'd been in Ferelden, but I guess she was off doing something else since she was considered 'missing.' So, less than half, really.

But...if you could've met them...[His expression turns a touch more serious as he actually considers the scenario.] You would've liked Nate if you'd gotten to know him more. He's fun to pick on, but then he comes out of no where with this snarky responses...he's a rogue so I guess that whole sneaky thing makes sense.

Sigrun was also a rogue, she liked to try and steal things off everyone just cause she could. [He cracked a smile.] She stole Justice's dagger on more than one occasion, he finally tied it to his belt to "remind her stealing was wrong" and she replied she wasn't going to try again now that he'd told her it was pointless. She was cheery but also had a dark sense of humor. But then there were some things she had this mystified fascination with since she'd never left the Deep Roads before in her life.

Velanna was something else. She was Dalish and we found her murdering every human she came across because she thought they'd taken her sister, but it'd been Darkspawn instead. She always carried a chip on her shoulder, but she was fun to tease too since she almost never saw the joke she was walking into. She was also very sensitive about the length of her ears, but you had to be careful cause she had this nature magic that caused roots to come out of the ground and rip people in half. Honestly, she could be kind of scary at times. She wouldn't have liked you.

Oghren...[Now he pulls a face.] You know every stereotype that exists about dwarves? Every stereotype that Varric isn't? Oghren was. He was smelly, drunk, vulgar, a Beserker, and a moron; I'm still convinced the only reason he was allowed in was because Riona knew him from before. I will grant him that he would occasionally one-up me in our insult battles, but usually by crossing a line I wouldn't. [Anders adopted the deep gruff voice he'd used to mock Oghren whenever possible as he recalled one such time.] "Oh no, big templar man! What are you going to do with that sword?" [His voice went back to normal and he rested his chin in his hand with an slightly-amused-unamused huff.]

Ew.

But...he did watch everyone's backs in a fight, no matter what else could be said about him, he protected those around him. I miss all of them, even if I think I'd be ready to shove some of them out an airlock after a week if they ever showed up. It's better they don't, I don't think I'd fit in much with them anymore...and, honestly, the whole fleet would likely end up in flames before too long.

No different than our group in Kirkwall for that, honestly. We did manage to be in the middle of the city on fire twice, even if one of those times wasn't exactly our fault.

[He sips at his own drink.]

But I don't think you slip out of groups like that, Love. I think the people that really know you, really care for you, they're not going to let a little thing like time get in the way of those bonds. Look at how you slipped back into your friendship with the Warden-Commander, for example. I think you'd still fit in among them just fine.

[He smirks a bit.]

Though you might want to consider wearing the earring again, just so they'd recognize you.

Perhaps. I doubt I'll see them again, at any rate.

[The comment raises Anders' brow and he rests his chin on his palm.]

Oh? You think that's what would do it?

Or did you simply like the rascal look it gave me?

You never know. Atroma likes our world entirely too much.

[He takes another sip, looking aside benignly.]

Maybe a bit of both. It does give you a very attractive rakish air, I'll grant you.

[Do not take advantage of drunk boyfriend, do not take advantage of drunk boyfriend, do not take advantage...]

True. So many bad decisions and disasters in one place.

[Time for another drink.

Although the look Anders throws Hawke's way surely doesn't help with poor Wolfe's thought process.]

Really? Well, I'll be sure to put that on next time I go back to the clinic.

[Maybe he should go get it now...Anders tosses back the rest of his drink and moves to stand...with a slight wobble to his movements. Maybe he shouldn't go right now.]

Will you walk me home, Serah Hawke? You're a gentleman, aren't you? That's what they say.

[DO NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF DRUNK BOYFRIEND..!! Quickly, Adalwolfe swoops forward and rests a hand at the small of Anders' back to keep him from stumbling.]

I try to be, at least. And I could never say no to a request of yours, Messere.

[Taking Anders' hand with his free one, Adalwolfe leans in for just a moment, wanting to steal a kiss in spite of himself. At the last moment he doesn't, instead pressing a gentle and chaste peck to Anders' jaw.]

Come along, Love. I think you've had enough.

[Part of Anders recognized that, had Hawke gine for a real kiss, there was a strong possibility Anders would have missed. Instead, he took Hawke's arm and nodded.]

Yeah, you're probably right. Let's go before Crowley tries to tempt me with some other fancy fruity drink.

Well, he is a demon. I suppose it's in his nature to tempt you with something.

[He snorts at his own little joke, considering Crowley is hardly the worst sort of demon. He nods to whoever is behind the bar tonight to put it on his own tab, not Anders', and carefully leads his drunken lover towards the door.

He's not sure what else to say. He's never had to lead a drunken Anders anywhere before considering before Anders couldn't get drunk, but he wonders - not for the first time - if Anders is drunk for its own sake simply because he can be again or if it's something else entirely. Drinking for mistakes, regrets. And what is it that he's regretting, Adalwolfe has to wonder but is too afraid to ask.]

We'll take a shuttle. I don't want you losing all that drink on my shoes out the other end of the transporter.

[Anders, for his part, is a perfectly amenable drunk. He leaned into Adalwolfe in an almost clingy fashion. His head was swimming and his thoughts ranged from superficial and observant to critical and internal.

Hawke shouldn't have to deal with him like this, he was a healer for Andraste's sake! What business did he have drowning his self-pity and leaving the mess for his love to clean up? Anders didn't deserve Adalwolfe Hawke.

His champion.

Anders was quiet until they boarded the shuttle. The moment the door shut behind them, Anders rounded on his boyfriend and pinned him to the wall with a kiss.]

Hawke...

[Uncoordinated kisses fell on Hawke's lips and jaw and neck, the healer's hands tangled tight in the fabric at Wolfe's hips.]

[At first he kisses back on instinct. He can't help it, Anders is just so... It's Anders and Wolfe's practically putty in the man's hands whenever he chooses to put them on him. But the kisses are sloppy and more than a bit desperate and his hands go straight for the waist and Adalwolfe hates that he has to put his own hands gently over his partners' and make him stop.]

Anders.

[He says the name softly, but it's a clear no. He guides Anders' hands off of his hips, then puts them on either side of Anders' face to gently turn down his face so he can give the whisper of a kiss to his forehead.]

I love you, but right now I don't think that would be a good idea. Maybe when you're sober.

[There's no way he can know what exactly it is Anders is going through right now, but he knows its something and the last thing he wants to do is make it even more complicated by taking advantage of him when he's so vulnerable. Truth be told it's not terribly sexy now that he's got a moment to look at his love. Red eyes, flushed features, and a stumbling gait. His hair is tousled and it's the other end of fetching. More just disheveled. He wants to wrap Anders in a blanket and stroke his hair as he falls asleep more than he wants to bed him.]

Come and sit by me while I fly us home, alright?

Edited 2017-01-16 17:18 (UTC)

[There's a flash of disappointment in the healer's face, but he stops when instructed.]

Alright.

[He moves, stubbornly of his own accord, to the other seat and tries to ignore how the cockpit spins a bit even once he's settled. Maybe Hawke was right, he was likely too uncoordinated to do anything anyway. Instead, he reached for the tie in his hair and took it down to run a hand through his hair.]

Sorry I got so wasted, wasn't expecting it.

[There was an important reason for it...but he couldn't remember it just now. Funny.]

[That disappointment cuts into Adalwolfe but he resolves to be strong. He's a bit of a doormat about these things at times, especially when it seems that Anders will be upset if he sticks to his guns, but in this case he feels it would do more harm than good and that his love will thank him in the morning. Hopefully. After the wicked hangover he'll no doubt be nursing.]

It's understandable. Besides, call this fair trade for the number of times you had to drag me back to Hightown from the Hanged Man. At least you're not singing bawdy drinking songs at the top of your lungs while the gentry is abed.

[He smirks and glances at Anders, then takes a risk and slips one hand to the back of his neck gently, lightly stroking and feeling the freed strands tickle the back of his hand.]

Your hair is getting long.

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