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[Sarah1281]

Miri: How sweet! I love Anders readily assuming responsibility when he realized that it would fall to him and the fact that he insisted on staying awake himself instead of waking up someone else.

[SurelyForth]

jenncgf wrote...

Lupus, Miri, loved them both!

Agreed!

And tomorrow we get a new prompt! I have two in mind, one frivolous and one not so much. If I'm around after midnight, I might go ahead and throw it down in case I get busy at work tomorrow morning.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 06 octobre 2010 - 01:53 .

[Galagraphia]

 I've found this shot in my screenshot folder:


Anders was in process of killing the Mother when he suddenly got level-up and became red XD

[Miri1984]

Haha! He looks like one of those tiny plastic toy soldiers you get - you know, the ones that have their legs joined together at the bottom...

[SurelyForth]

Miri1984 wrote...

Haha! He looks like one of those tiny plastic toy soldiers you get - you know, the ones that have their legs joined together at the bottom...

And that hurt so bad when you step on them because your brother decided to lay a trap outside of the bathroom for some insane reason? He really does.

Ps. Seriously, don't buy them for your kids. They're evil.

[tankgirly]

By chakhabit. Her 'Second Chance' fancomic is one of the rare few I religiously follow.

[Galagraphia]

 I still can't believe she did Anders! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Internet is so awesome today! I almost don't want to kill myself anymore.

[Miri1984]

@Gala QUICK you need LIBERAL application of Anders - preferably scantily clad.

[LupusYondergirl]

Will Manly Arms Anders help?





Or super-adorable Anders?





Or this one, which I don't actually recall seeing on here before. But I love his expression in it.





(or any of yours, which are really my favorite Anders art of all)

[Galagraphia]

Awww, Anderses! They do make everything better.

Thanks, guys, you are the best!

[Miri1984]

Eight hours without an Anders gush? Not acceptable!

[tankgirly]

By drathe.



Apparently it's a ficcie cover for hermias...does she goes by another name here?

[SurelyForth]

tankgirly wrote...

By drathe.

Apparently it's a ficcie cover for hermias...does she goes by another name here?

I think she goes by Calla S here.

So....prompt. I've had one squirreled away since we started doing these things, but it's kind of heavy and, since I figure we could all use a little frivolity, I decided to go with something that lends itself to not heaviness:

Hair

If everyone hates it, I will happily take a Mulligan (and blame Miri and Jenn for putting it in my head). I do have a back-up, after all.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 07 octobre 2010 - 01:45 .

[Galagraphia]

Surely, oh, I like it! This one is good for me! Yay! Finally I'm in

[Sarah1281]

So hair was a prompt done in the Zev thread way back in August but mine for that was about how similar everyone's hair was (with Zevran eventually deciding to change his hair to Duncan's style because of all the people with his style that kept dying) and Anders is less common. Plus, I already have an idea. Although, it does involve Velanna...

[Miri1984]

[Cailan]GLORIOUS[Cailan]

[SurelyForth]

Miri1984 wrote...

[Cailan]GLORIOUS[Cailan]

[Galagraphia]

Miri1984 wrote...

[Cailan]GLORIOUS[Cailan]

you read my mind! 

This is not for a prompt, btw, it's just me doodling again.

[Sarah1281]

Okay, here's my prompt.


It was a testament to Anders’ professionalism that he waited until the last darkspawn had fallen before reacting.
 
“What did you do?!?!” he demanded, examining his reflection is horror.
 
Velanna shot him a look. “I just killed a half a dozen darkspawn.”
 
“You lit my hair on fire!” Anders corrected.
 
“It is so like a shem to ask me something that they already know the answer to,” Velanna said crossly.
 
“You lit my hair on fire!” Anders reminded her.
 
“You put it out within a couple of seconds,” Velanna pointed out.
 
“You lit my hair on fire!” Anders said again, so horrified that he couldn’t find anything else to say.
 
“It was an accident,” Velanna claimed.
 
“How do you ‘accidentally’ light someone’s hair on fire?” Anders demanded.
 
“Easy,” Velanna replied wryly. “I was aiming for one of the darkspawn and you moved your head at the last second.”
 
“So you’re admitting that you can’t control your magic?” Anders asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow.
 
“No!” Velanna insisted. “I just can’t control stupid shems who don’t have the sense to stay out of the way.”
 
“Maybe you shouldn’t be aiming for darkspawn that are right behind me,” Anders helpfully suggested.
 
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Velanna said with mock-enthusiasm. “You’d have a darkspawn sword in your gut because you didn’t notice that it was sneaking up on you but at least you’d die with perfect hair.”
 
Anders opened his mouth to reply and then quickly shut it again as he realized that she was right. That didn’t mean he had to be happy about it, however. “But my ponytail is really badly burned.”
 
Velanna wrinkled her nose. “So I can smell.”
 
“What am I supposed to do?” Anders cried out, fingering his burnt hair miserably.
 
“Well, you could always leave it like that,” Velanna answered matter-of-factly. “But I would really recommend cutting it. It looks horrible.”
 
“I’ve had long hair since the minute I realized that Irving and Greagoir disapproved,” Anders reminisced fondly. “And the ladies just loved to run their fingers through it. They said that it was nice to find a man so secure in his masculinity. Not to mention that the ponytail really added to my pirate-esque appearance.”
 
“Your hair will grow back, you know,” Velanna said, cruelly unsympathetic to his plight.
 
“It will take months for my hair to grow back to what it was before you savagely attacked it,” Anders informed her. “If not years. And who knows if it will ever look half as good as it did before?”
 
“You are seriously over-reacting,” Velanna declared. “I refuse to feel guilty about saving your life. Although if you’d like me to regret it then, by all means, keep complaining.”
 
“You’re so understanding,” Anders deadpanned.
 
“I do try,” she shot back. “Maybe you should try to actually cut your hair and see how it looks before flying off the handle?”
 
“I don’t have any scissors with me,” Anders told her. “And I’m definitely not using a dagger. I guess I’ll just have to wait until…why do you have scissors?”
 
Velanna, who had just pulled a pair out, shrugged. “It never hurts to be prepared. A life spent with the Dalish taught me that much.”
 
“Well, I do have a mirror or two so I could see the finished product but I can’t possibly hold two mirrors up and cut my hair at the same time,” Anders reasoned. “So I’ll have to wait until I get back to the Keep and can use one of the wall mirrors.”
 
“We’re not getting back to the Keep for over a week,” Velanna said flatly. “And I am not going to listen to you complaining about your poor hair for the entirety of the trip.”
 
“What do you suggest?” Anders challenged. “Because the only mirrors I’ve encountered in forests are evil ones and I’m not going to stop complaining until my hair is fixed – and possibly not even then – no matter what you do to me.”
 
“I had expected as much,” Velanna told him. “Which is why I’m going to be cutting your hair.”
 
Anders drew back, shocked. “Wait, what? Do you even know how?”
 
Velanna rolled her eyes. “Of course I know how! What part of ‘Dalish’ screams ‘helpless’ to you?”
 
“No part of it,” Anders was quick to assure her. “I just…don’t really trust you anywhere near my hair. I mean, you did just light it on fire, after all.”
 
“It was collateral damage,” Velanna said firmly. “And as there aren’t any darkspawn around such a thing wouldn’t occur when I was cutting it. Besides, your hair looks really bad now. I’m not sure it’s even humanly possible – let alone elvenly – for anyone to make it worse.”
 
“I suppose that’s true,” Anders agreed. “But I don’t know…”
 
“Oh, just sit down,” Velanna snapped, losing her patience. She pushed Anders towards a rock and, obediently, he sat down.
 
He knew that he’d be uncomfortable if he couldn’t see what she was doing but that he’d probably give himself a panic attack if he could and so he, very reluctantly, put the mirror away. Just because he couldn’t imagine how Velanna could possibly make it worse didn’t mean that it wasn’t possible. He had a great deal of faith in her creativity, after all, and was pretty sure that if she did somehow manage to make it worse than it would be a least partially deliberate. She was getting better with her habitual spitefulness but she hadn’t ever approved of how much care he put into his appearance or his habit of complaining about the little things so as to avoid having to mention the big ones.
 
For fifteen minutes he sat in complete silence save the snipping of Velanna’s scissors. “It’s done,” she finally declared. “Have a look for yourself and see if I really did ruin your hair.”
 
She sounded far too satisfied with herself for Anders’ liking and so he was almost afraid to look. Would it really be so bad if he just never glanced at his reflection again? Though even if he did that there was still the chance that other people would comment on his hair, particularly if it were really dreadful. Taking a deep breath, Anders reached a shaky hand into his pocket and pulled out the mirror from earlier along with a second one.
 
He inspected the front of his hair. It was shorter, obviously, but it actually looked rather – dare he say it – dashing. Encouraged, he held up the second mirror and glanced at the back of his hair. She did nice work.
 
“Are you done admiring yourself?” Velanna asked, annoyed, after a few minutes.
 
Anders smirked. “For now, maybe. I make no promises about later. And you know, this might have actually been one of my more brilliant ideas…”

[SurelyForth]

 @Gala 

@Sarah Hilarious! 

[Miri1984]

Velanna SOOO set his hair on fire on PURPOSE. That woman is EVIL.



Loved it by the way.



And Anders with Cailan hair FTW!

[Avilia]

Mine's not very long.  I seem to be stuck in sentimental mode lately, apologies.  Caveat - I thought if anyone could manage this it would be Anders.


Odd how it was always her hair Anders noticed first. The way the sun made the almost white strands shine, how when she'd laugh it would move as if laughing with her. When she cried it seemed to lose it lustre and hang limply over her shoulder. He'd always tried not to make her cry too often.

Now, when she was screaming in pain, how it was dark and damp with sweat.

"Ceri." Her hand was gripping his so tightly her fingers were white. "I'm here." Her eyes,dazed and huge in her white face, were staring at him as if she'd never seen him before.

"This is your fault!"

"I know love." It was his fault, it must be. "I'm sorry." The pain made her body arch and twist. "Can't you do something?" Glaring at the woman hovering on the other side of the bed, he thought there must be something she could do.

"No ser. Its out of my hands, all we can do it wait for the end."

"The end." How final that sounded. "Ceri love?" She screamed again, the sound full of pain and anger. Anger? At him? Or the fate that had brought them to this?

"How is she?" Nate edged his way in past the door and hovered.

"Fine, she'll be fine." Anders refused to believe anything else. Even as she screamed, he refused to believe it.

Nate wasn't so sure. He'd seen men after fighting darkspawn with less blood on them and in less pain. She screamed again and he winced. "Andraste's blood, can't you do something?"

"No ser." The poor mite, having to suffer this with only these two men for company. "It'll be done soon."

"Is there something I should do, to, prepare?" For the end they all knew was coming.

"Its all ready ser, all we can do is wait for the lady."

Wait? How could he sit here and wait? Dropping his head onto the bed, Anders wished he could scream with Ceri. How could it have come to this? Her, in this, pain and he, unable to help? What sort of healer was he if he couldn't help his love when she needed him the most?

Ceri wrapped her fingers in Anders' hair and pulled. "See how you like it!"

"Maker! Ceri. Let go!" He had no choice but to move up with her when she pulled. "Ceri."

"Your fault!"

"She's right it is your fault." Wincing at the sight of Anders' hair being pulled, Nate was briefly glad they were alone here. He knew if she was able to think about it, Ceri would prefer there was no one to witness this.

Another wave of pain distracted her into letting go, giving Anders space to move away. "I know."

"You'll need to leave ser, the end's here."

"Anders?" Nate wouldn't leave his friend to face this alone. "Do you need me?"

"No, go. I'll." He swallowed. "Be fine."

Nate nodded and backed away, closing the door on another scream. This one louder than the others, if that were possible. How could anyone endure that? Ceri was a tiny little thing but obviously stronger than he'd realised.

He spent the next few hours pacing, alternately pacing and wringing his hands. How was Anders going to cope when this was over? He'd worried about that ever since they'd found out and now the end was here, he worried even more. How would Anders cope?

Silence.

Worried he stared at the door, wondering if he should go in and offer, support, to his friend. Then to his relief the door opened.

"Well?" Anders looked tired and a little pale, his hair still half out of the tie after Ceri's rough handling. "Is it over?"

"Its finished." Glancing back at the still figure in the bed, he moved closer to Nate. "Its a girl."

"Can I see?" Peering in at the small bundle Anders held out, Nate touched the soft halo of hair gently. "She has her mother's hair."

"She does. Maker help us."

"Is Ceri?"

"Asleep, for now. She'll just needs to rest." Lifting the little bundle higher he smiled down at his daughter. "Isn't she the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

"Definitely." Now the worst was over, Nate remembered what he'd thought when Anders had told him Ceri was with child. "A daughter Anders? That should be interesting."

Smiling in a slightly besotted way at his newly born daughter, Anders touched her hair. "It won't get any darker will it? And look how soft it is."

Nate laughed softly, yes, interesting, the child was barely able to blink and already she had her father wrapped her around her little finger. Interesting indeed.

[Avilia]

@Sarah - brilliant! I'm not sure I'd trust Velanna near me with sharp scissors though ;-)

[Sarah1281]

@Avilia: That was really sweet. I'm a little worried that it might be a mage and cause problems, though.

Modifié par Sarah1281, 07 octobre 2010 - 10:01 .

[SurelyForth]

Oh, that was darling, Avilia!