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[tankgirly]

Miri, am in Australasia region as well. Next time you notice you are alone just give me a yell, yes?


Edit: Woot! Top!

Modifié par tankgirly, 28 septembre 2010 - 04:47 .

[Avilia]

The wing detail on that is lovely Tankgirly (not to mention the pecs...oooh)

[tankgirly]

XD



I would love to have that tattoo done myself, SOH, on the other hand, was horrified with the idea and threaten the d word!

[Avilia]

Aw, that's no fun...it does mean you miss out on the excruiating agony of the tattooing process though.



Have you thought about one of those temporary ones they paint on? I think some kinds can last a while.

[tankgirly]

I am thinking of using henna, an Indian ink. But need to find an occasion,

Perhaps when the Southern Hemisphere's summer officially coming.

Modifié par tankgirly, 28 septembre 2010 - 06:23 .

[sabreene]

I love all the artwork that has been on here today!



(and also, i love henna for tattoos! I get one whenever I make it out to the RenFaire. Missed it this year, though)

[LupusYondergirl]

I've never had a henna tattoo, but that's what I use to color my hair. Smells horrid...



New chapter almost done. Decided it needed more Oghren. And smut.



Not in the same scene, though. Just to clarify... While I think Anders would be open to the idea of a threesome, I think telling him Oghren was involved might just give him a stroke.

[jenncgf]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

I've never had a henna tattoo, but that's what I use to color my hair. Smells horrid...

New chapter almost done. Decided it needed more Oghren. And smut.

Not in the same scene, though. Just to clarify... While I think Anders would be open to the idea of a threesome, I think telling him Oghren was involved might just give him a stroke.

It's too bad you clarified that.  I was all set to toss all sorts of off-color jokes your way! 

[Galagraphia]

Epic fail with the prompt I won't be able to finish it in time, because I caught a cold somewhere (again) and was sent to sleep instead of drawing

[SurelyForth]

Galagraphia wrote...

Epic fail with the prompt I won't be able to finish it in time, because I caught a cold somewhere (again) and was sent to sleep instead of drawing

Aw, that's too bad! Maybe a miracle will happen and you'll feel better before Thursday. I love your prompt fill sketches.

I'm going to try to do mine tonight at home. I have no accountability as far as time is concerned, as that place is a distractionfest, but I don't want to put it off any longer.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 28 septembre 2010 - 07:47 .

[Miri1984]

Galagraphia wrote...

Epic fail with the prompt I won't be able to finish it in time, because I caught a cold somewhere (again) and was sent to sleep instead of drawing

Oh, we can cough and sniffle together! I've been sick for a week.

I wonder if healing magic can do colds in Thedas - I imagine if for whatever reason it couldn't Anders would be terrible at being sick.

[SurelyForth]

Miri1984 wrote...

I wonder if healing magic can do colds in Thedas - I imagine if for whatever reason it couldn't Anders would be terrible at being sick.

I agree. He seems the type to be naturally sort of a wuss when he's not feeling well and then he'd totally play it up for attention.

[Avilia]

SurelyForth wrote...

Miri1984 wrote...

I wonder if healing magic can do colds in Thedas - I imagine if for whatever reason it couldn't Anders would be terrible at being sick.

I agree. He seems the type to be naturally sort of a wuss when he's not feeling well and then he'd totally play it up for attention.

The 'man flu' ;-)

They never get a cold its always a 'rare strain of flu'.  Poor pets...

/runs from any stray men watching

[Miri1984]

Now I have an idea for when it's my turn to prompt again

[LupusYondergirl]

Chapter going very slow. I hate being mean to Anders in my fic.



Also: Epic Anders doesn't want to be on page 2!



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[Miri1984]

I justify not being mean to Anders by pointing back to his childhood - he's had enough mean! I hope you're going to balance it out with some nice after!

[LupusYondergirl]

Yeah, but I'm always nice to him. He has a charmed life in my fic, really. Well, other than the darkspawn thing.

[Miri1984]

Anders deserves a charmed life. I mean, just look at that face!!

[LupusYondergirl]

So true! I love that pic. The smirk is so perfect... and that eyebrow slays me.



(I got more Maggie art today! just posting a link since it's a scene from the blight story, not the anders one.)

[SurelyForth]

 A companion piece to my last fill, Advice for the King. 

I'll confess, I got carried away and went an hour and a half of typing, so it's horribly rough. Also, it's suggestive in parts. 

Bold


He certainly hadn't expected that to happen.

Or maybe he had. After all, he'd went to the door and locked it, knowing full well that they were alone and alone behind a locked door always ended in that happening.

Always. Two nights together in an inn hardly qualified as always. Of course, anything could happen once and it would, technically, be always.

Anders walked down the hallway, his hand sliding discretely down the front of his robes to make certain they'd gotten everything put back where it was supposed to go. The chances of him accidentally flashing someone were slim, and the chances of either his commander or his king noticing that things were amiss were even slimmer.

Still, it gave him something to do with his hands, which were feeling a bit empty and listless after fifteen minutes of productivity.

Alistair and Ron were in Alistair's office, the king sitting behind a desk that was bigger than Anders' bed back at the Vigil and reclining in a chair that was probably more comfortable.

Ron was perched on the corner of the desk, his feet swinging a few inches above the burgundy and gold wool rug that covered most of the stone floor.

Anders had no idea why he noticed the rug, except for the fact that he wanted to avoid looking at anyone because he was pretty certain that his face would give him away, being as he was ridiculously happy and a little worried.

Not that he'd known before, of course. Before she'd just been a smartass woman in a green dress, tucked into her own corner of the Norrest Common House and observing the other people in the tavern while they drank and talked and flirted.

There was a pair of pretty girls watching Anders from a table across the room, a blonde and a redhead, and he was starting to get the sense that they might be interested in him. Or at least one was, from the giggling and the pointing that they must not have known he could see and hear.

Not that he minded, to be honest. Subtlety in these matters was overrated. He liked bold women because they were less likely to slap him or leave him in a bind when he inevitably was too bold himself.

"I wouldn't get my hopes up, were I you."

The woman from the corner was now at his elbow and the barkeep made eye contact with her but didn't ask for an order.

"Friends of yours?" He studied her openly, which he'd already done when he first walked in. She was lovely- tall, long-limbed and incredibly pale. Dark hair hung loose around her shoulders and her eyes were clear green, wide and shining with mirth.

"They were last night. Bento, can I get another whiskey? And not so much water this time. I want to get drunk, not tend my flowerboxes," she tapped her fingers against the wooden bar for a moment, then turned back to Anders. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You were with them last night?" Anders didn't know which part of him had reacted to this faster.

Bento handed her a wooden cup, his brow drawn in a scowl.

"You break me, kid. If I didn't know you were generous, I would not have done it," he snapped large fingers in Anders' face. "Don't think you can do the same."

"I was indeed with them last night," she took a long sip from her cup and rolled her eyes. "Bento, a child wouldn't be able to taste the whiskey in this. Whatever. I'll just steal the good stuff next time your back is turned. You'll be my lookout, won't you?"

Anders caught himself smiling when she glanced over again, a small grin turning her lips up in response before she ambled back to her seat, her hips swaying invitingly as she left.

It was not long before the other women accosted him, one on each side and both giggling in his ears as they playfully bickered over which one of them he'd like better, and maybe they should let him give them both a try and decide for himself.

Yes, I love deciding for myself.

He'd offered no resistance as they pulled him upstairs, dropping his hand once they got to the rooms. Dropping his hand and turning onto each other, the blonde kissing the redhead playfully on the cheek, Redhead retaliating with a smart smack of her friend's bottom.

"I confess, this may take me all night," Anders smirked. "And possibly even end in a draw."

They were kissing each other now, Blondie groping at their door handle.

"Can you wait out here for a few moments?" Redhead surfaced long enough to make eye contact with Anders. "Want to make sure we're in order before we mess things up again."

Anders nodded. He would have agreed to anything.

The women had no sooner disappeared than he felt a small tug on his robes.

"You're going to regret it," the woman in the green dress was standing just behind him in the hallway, her fingers on the door next to her, tracing an invisible design on the smooth surface.

"Have you seen them? I think the only thing I'm going to regret is being just one man," Anders allowed his eyes to wander down her long neck, to the bodice of her gown. Had it been so low downstairs? He'd not remembered cleavage.

She bent at her knees a little, so that his gaze was back on her face.

"Oh, I'm sure one of you is more than enough," she leaned against the door, a subtle arch to her back throwing certain things into relief, and smiled dreamily. "Which is a waste, to be honest."

"Are you implying that you would put me to better use?" He felt his eyebrow pop up and his lip curve into a flirtatious smirk. He did love a bold woman.

"I'm not implying anything; I'm saying that I would put you to better use," she stood upright, her own grin gone more than a little wicked. "Despite Bento's best efforts, I am drunk and you are, by far, the most interesting man to pass through here in days. So even if you do choose them, you're going to get a second chance tomorrow night."

"What makes you think I'm going to be back tomorrow night? I'm just here to get away," he found himself inching towards her. "I'm staying with... a friend. Of a friend. Of sorts."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, teeth on her lower lip and her arms moving to fold across her stomach.

"One of two things is going to happen. Either you go with them and find out I was right, or you come with me right now," one hand darted out and caught his hip, her fingers curling around his belt. "Either way, you'll be back."

Bold.

Even bolder was her mouth against his, sudden and hot. For one long moment, he was caught completely off guard before his eyes fell closed and he pushed back against her, the pressure of her lips nothing compared to the pressure in other places, pushing from within him towards her.

It wasn't one big decision, but a series of

"Do you..?"

"Maker, yes."

that led from hallway to her room to undressing between kisses and moans and her tongue was delightful as they fell back against the door, unable to finish the distance to the bed because she was drunk and bold and she'd taken over things and, thus, what she wanted she received.

"Oh," Anders thought of Ron, which was a little weird, but mostly he saw his commander disapproving. Full disclosure, Anders. No more incidents. He cleared his throat indicating that he needed her to, Maker forbid, stop for a second. "Just so you know, I'm a mage. I promise I won't...you know. Mage you. It's not contagious."

She was looking up at him, her green, green eyes gazing through long, dark lashes and then she smiled, well beyond any previous smile. This was wicked, and amused, and delighted.

"Will you, though?" She kissed him in a place where he'd not been kissed very often, and his stomach shivered at the brush of her lips. "You know, mage me. I think I'd like it."

And she did. Often and loudly.

And she was right.

The next night they dispensed with the bar stuff and he was in her room before dinner, having left the palace under the pretense of needing a new staff. He was supposed to be doing research in the palace library, looking for references on the Architect. But she was much more fun.

"Who are you?" It was well after midnight and they were strewn across the foot of the bed, catching their breath. Well, he was catching his breath. She was nipping at his ear. "You're very suspicious, you know. Hiding out here, seducing innocent mages."

"Do you want the truth?" She rested her check against his shoulder and waited for him to nod. "I am hiding. I agreed to marry a man I hardly know, and I think he hates me. I don't want to be married at all, let alone to someone who hates me because it's hard to get from hate to here...," her fingernails raked lightly across his lower stomach. "I don't need true love or anything, but I don't want to be a misery for the rest of my life."

"So this is a final fling? One last meal before the noose?" His voice was purposefully light, although he didn't necessarily like the way the words tasted.

"Something like that," she frowned. "Does that make me a horrible person?"

He laughed and thought of the past several hours, of the night before.

"Some might say so. It just makes me wish I was a different man."

"Don't you mean two different men? One to settle down and one to run around bedding strange girls who ambush you in taverns?"

"Why stop there? I need seven of me at the least," he paused and pretended to do calculations in his head. "Two for you alone and...how many taverns are there in Ferelden, anyhow?"

They'd carried on like that for awhile, teasing and giggling and settling against each other one last time before they slept.

She was gone when he awoke, and he was sent back to the Vigil, Ron needing him to fetch some documents from Varel and the entirety of Oghren.

Once again in Denerim, he entertained the notion of checking back at the inn, but he figured there was a good reason why she'd snuck out in the night and not given her name.

A good reason that was actually an excellent reason as he finally made it to the library after a night of reassuring his king that he needed to just get over his virgin nerves and nail his damned betrothed already.

"I didn't realize there was a bar in here," Anders was proud of that one, even though seeing her curled up on one of the overstuffed settees was a small heart attack. "So you're the maneater that has our king freaking right out about how he's ever going to satisfy a woman. Had I known that, I could have offered him some very specific advice last evening."

"So you told him to break off our betrothal instead?" The question was asked idly, but there was no flicker of dishonesty or disappointment. Anders realized he was still at the door, and he leaned back and clicked the lock into place. From this vantage point, he could see they had the entire place to themselves.

"No, I told him to stop worrying about it and just **** you senseless already."

She had closed the distance between them and was standing inches in front of him, her eyes searching his face.

"Oh. Well I don't think that's what he took from it," she offered a wry smile. "Although...that is some very sound advice."

"Would it seem arrogant if I followed it myself?" His hands were already at her waist. "This isn't treason, is it?"

It took her fifteen minutes to say no, and he had to commend himself for being an excellent advisor.

Now to just keep from bragging about it to his king and his commander. He'd discovered years ago that the more unexpectedly awesome he found something, the more trouble it caused him in the end. And this had potential.

Besides, they'd only think he was trying to make them forget the whole hair on fire thing, anyway.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 29 septembre 2010 - 12:13 .

[Sarah1281]

Odds on that blowing up in everybody's faces? Pretty damn high. Although that was pretty funny.

[Miri1984]

Surely - that was fantastic. And great. And fantastic. And is it hot in here?

[Avilia]

@Surely - I found that incredibly cute. Naughty Anders makes me happy. Now let's hope bad things don't come from it...

[LupusYondergirl]

Hehehe. I do enjoy naughty!Anders. Although yeah. Totally treason.



(chapter:done. Meanness:postponed. Oghren decided to tell a depressing and socially awkward story instead. Anders' charmed life remains secure.)

[tankgirly]

Lupus, am reading your chapter 72 (that's a huge number, and here I thought my MotB's 29 chapters is huge.....), enjoy it tremendously!