onetrackminds | (no subject)

I guess I'll take what I can get. It's a deal.

[Hawke would love to have met Anders before he'd taken on Justice. Alas, circumstances.]

...No, he's not. The fact that they were born twins was pretty much the only thing they had in common.

[he pauses]

Had. Have? Maker, this is confusing...

[Without Carver here, Hawke isn't sure if he should be speaking in the past or present tense. Passive-aggressive little shite though he is, Hawke loves his brother, and the idea of him being dead along with the rest of his family is not one he wants to entertain.]

Edited 2012-10-27 17:42 (UTC)

Are you going to be checking up on me to make sure I don't forget?

[He's teasing now, although to be honest, he doesn't think he'd mind if Hawke did. Or at least, used it as an excuse to drop by.]

Have. [he's firm when he says it.] It's not like you to give up on someone so soon.

[And he's not willing to give up on Bethany yet, either. Not to mention everyone else he's ever considered a friend.]

I certainly will be, now that you've suggested it.

[He'd be checking up on Anders anyway, regardless. Because that's just how he rolls.]

Maybe under normal circumstances, but this is...[pretty clearly not normal]

...You're right, though. Thank you.

Then I'll schedule eight minutes of fun before your visits.

[instead of having that fun with Hawke. ~~That's a bonus~~]

I remember Bethany being alive. Doesn't that mean there's a chance both of them will show up?

[Anders isn't usually an optimist, but it's a fair point, in his opinion. And maybe he'd like to continue building their friendship; giving him hope seemed like a good way to do so.]

Make sure to keep detailed reports when you do, then.

[Hawke figures there will be bonus fun when he shows up - in fact, he will make sure that there is - so that's why he doesn't protest.]

That would be incredible. To have such a chance...

[For all that Bethany's been dead for over seven years now, the pain of her death is still raw. The combination of maternal blame and self-flagellation is a potent one, and one ill-qualified for the healing of old wounds.]

Are you trying to turn the fun into something boring again?

[He might like writing manifestos, but that is not the same as reports, okay.]

Besides, there's some things it's just not polite to share.

[As if he does much of that anymore. He's mostly just teasing, although he really wouldn't share details like that.]

I'm sure she'll show up. She can be as determined as you.

You always seem to prefer more serious pursuits. I thought it might help to balance things out.

[Side-glance and eyebrow raise go here. Was that an innuendo he just heard? And Anders was just accusing Hawke of turning into Isabela!]

Although that's unfair. Some things are even more fun shared.

[The implication here being that said things should definitely be shared with Hawke.]

I'll take that as a compliment.

Serious, not meaningless.

[There's a huge difference, okay. And please, even he can use innuendo every once in a while.]

In that case, you're probably talking to the wrong person.

[Anders doesn't share, okay. Or well, sometimes he doesn't. When he decides he doesn't want to.]

You should.

If you're enjoying yourself and it makes you happy, then it's not meaningless.

[Anders, you are no fun sometimes.]

[...Also, ouch. Should Hawke take that to mean Anders isn't interested? They're talking in extremely vague terms here, but that sure is what it sounded like...]

[This is where he retreats into sarcasm because he doesn't want to deal with that thought. At all.]

I thought you were worried about inflating my ego?

Which is why I'm not doing a single report.

[He is absolutely no fun ever, didn't you get the memo? At least, that's what people usually tell him.]

I think it's already too late for that.

Alright, fine. Can I at least join you sometimes, then?

[Hawke thinks he's fun! Sometimes. Usually between the sheets. >.>]

There's always room to inflate it a little more.

Anytime you want.

[as if Anders could ever say no to him.]

Are you fishing for more compliments?

Good. I'll be sure to take you up on that.

[...Okay, maybe his chances aren't shot all to hell after all? He hopes? Baby steps, Hawke, baby steps.]

I don't know. Do you have any more to give?

[Look at this charming asshole, Anders. You know you could just compliment him all the time~]

Although I haven't been staying in this room a lot. You're lucky I was here today.

[just a warning, because he really would like to do something with Hawke.]

Too many. I've always been impressed by you.

[...flirting!!!]

I haven't been in mine much, either. [Sleeping is hard with his thoughts occupied by news or at least rumors of Thedas being gone + lack of warm Anders beside him to steal blankets from.] Where do you spend most of your time, then? So I know where to find you.

[oh, flirting! Hawke likes this game. He kind of wants to ask how Anders could still be impressed with him considering he's used to Hawke's asshole doppelganger, but he also...doesn't want to talk about that douchebag. For multiple reasons.]

Oh, always? Is there anything specific that stands out? My wit? My charm? My manly good looks?

[Hawke. Hawke, stop.]

I've been exploring. This city is enormous. [pause.] I suppose we could explore together soon.

[Only if Hawke wants, though, but he does seem pretty determined to spend time with Anders. Still, the option to say no is quite clearly still written on his face.]

It's the combination that amazes me.

I'd like that.

[He'll like it even more if Anders doesn't mention Nate again. Not that he has anything against Nate. But. You know, he wants some alone-time with the man.]

Oh? Overwhelming, is it?

[Tell him more, Anders~]

I'll knock on your door before I leave.

[nope, not mentioning anyone else this time. Actually, Anders is expecting Hawke to be the one to bring others along. Despite the flirting. Speaking of which--]

...I'm sorry. I should know better than to go there.

[he looks away instead. He really should know, by now, but it's so easy t forget in the moment.]

I'll be waiting, then.

[Oooh, nice. Maybe Hawke will want to bring more people along on future outings, but not this one. Or probably the next one, or the next one, either.]

[...And then Anders' apology confuses the hell out of him. It's very apparent to see on his face, or it would be if Anders were looking at him.]

What? Why?

We might have to find breakfast first. I don't know how to cook here.

[There's no proper fireplace, how do you cook without a fireplace. There are just all these mysterious contraptions that make no sense!!

The fact that Hawke questions his decision is actually more surprising to him. He looks up at him again, frowning just slightly.]

It isn't fair to either of us. I am not just here to feed your ego.

That's fine. I don't either.

[Hawke's frowning too, his expression puzzled. He'd thought that they were just flirting, bullshitting like always. Apparently he'd been wrong.]

I never for a second meant to imply that you were. I'm sorry, for assuming...it's just how I'm used to talking with you.

[He'd forgotten, for a moment, that what the pair of them are used to is quite different.]

We talk like that?

[Anders considers Hawke for a moment - something he seems to be doing a lot. There are apparently more things to get used to than he'd thought; the extent of their friendship, for instance.]

It's not difficult to imagine. It's easy to forget around you.

[Forget the promises he made with Justice, and the consequences of letting anyone get too close. He always seems to flirt with Hawke, and it's never a good idea.]

[That's where you're wrong, Anders - it's always a good idea to flirt with Hawke! Especially this one!]

I don't mind.

[pause]

But if it makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I'll stop.

[Or he'll try anyway.]

Edited 2012-10-28 17:48 (UTC)

That's not it either.

[he's not uncomfortable, he wants it, and he doesn't think he should. He also assumes Hawke is just joking around - just like Fawke did, despite obviously being serious about Fenris (she's clearly got bad taste).]

There are--

[His head snaps up at a sudden screeching sound, unfamiliar with the alarm system on the Thor. He hadn't even reacted to the faint scent of smoke, so used to fires, but now there's suddenly a cloud of it coming from the kitchen.]

Is that a fire?

[Hawke starts up too, all but leaping to his feet at the awful noise, cursing the timing. There is indeed a cloud of smoke coming from the kitchen, along with the distinct smell of a fire.]

What could even be burning in there?

[If the kitchen here is anything like the one in Hawke's run-down little apartment (and considering the identical layout of the two structures, he's willing to bet that it is), then it's made up entirely of metal and that strange plastic material. Nothing flammable. Even so, something is obviously burning in Anders' kitchen, and Hawke's right hand begins to glow with the start of an ice spell as he approaches the source of the smoke.]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]

Re: [actionnnnn]