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[Wedger]

jenncgf - sweet piece. Anders is so ... Anders... and I love it

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Opps that's Sketch

Modifié par Wedger, 27 août 2010 - 04:07 .

[LupusYondergirl]

jenncgf wrote...

Here is my offering for the first prompt, earring.    I've decided to go the not-creative route and title it that as well.

I hope you like it!  Written in about 40 minutes, plus another 15 of editing.  My  muse was kind to me for a change.

LOVE IT!
Anders, you old dog, you!

[jenncgf]

Wedger, Lupus: Thanks!

[MelRedux]

Ok, here's mine!  All my art supplies are in storage, so I had to use sharpies and highlighters.
The highlighter actually looks really cool in real life to accent the earring, but didn't translate so well when scanned.

[jenncgf]

I love it, Mel! This is really nice!

[Galagraphia]

Wooooow, this must be a poster for an Anders' DLC. "Apostate strikes back" or something.

[MelRedux]

jenncgf wrote...

I love it, Mel! This is really nice!

Thanks!!  i jsut read your fic....Anders, that sacuy, SAUCY man

Thanks to you too Galagraphia!  Your stuff is awlays sooooo awesome

[SurelyForth]

Anders awoke to a face above his, both near and far through a haze of oversleep and…his tongue moved thickly around his mouth for a moment. From the taste, he was lucky to still be alive let alone with any sight to speak of.

One hand went out to push at whoever it was watching him, his fingers somehow becoming tangled in teeth and lips before his arm was returned with an all too familiar laugh that managed to cheer him past his headache.

"You are a mess," her voice was warm in his ear as she settled beside him. "You've normally taken care of your head before you even wake up. What did you drink last night?"

"Everything," he rubbed at his eyes, or where his hands thought his eyes should be but was more like his jaw.
"Cut me and I would bleed…drink. Don't cut me, by the way," he shuddered. "I'd probably vomit all over your bed and then we'd have to sleep in my bed and…I like you, but it's small and you're sharp."

The laugh sounded again, closer this time, and he was able to bring himself to focus on green eyes close to his.

"Where do you think you are?" She traced her finger along his forehead, the touch pleasingly light.

He blinked hard and realized that oh, so not in a bed, the floor beneath him unyielding and wooden. With a bit more effort he was able to take in a large desk just beyond his commander with tall bookshelves flanking either side.

"Please tell me this isn't Miss Woolsey's office?"

"It is, but don't worry…it's weekly brunch. She's in the dining room with everyone else."

Anders moaned and closed his eyes again, this time willing a wave of magic to wash over him and ease the beating against his skull. It didn't help with the gross in his mouth, but he did feel marginally less like he'd been hammered on by the Voldriks and more like someone who might be able to pick himself up off of the floor within the next few days.

She continued to run her fingers across his forehead, tracing them down his cheek and then through his hair. He enjoyed the sensation whilst trying to not be turned dizzy by the conflict between still a bit drunk and desire.

That's when she gasped.

What? He sat up, panic surging through him. "Is there a spider? Don't tell me, I don't want to know. I…why are you looking at me like that?"

That was eyes narrowed and lips pulled down at the corners, all with the slightest bit of you **** in the set of things. It was a look he'd gotten quite a few times in his life, but never from her.

"You're wearing his…," she shook her head in disgust. "You're wearing his earring!"

For the second time in seconds, sense was not being made and he went automatically to his ear, his fingertips catching the jewelry there. They expected to find a smooth hoop and, instead, pressed against something smaller, but rough with what could only be gemstones.

His hand came away and he glared at it as if it had betrayed him, the admonishment on his face doing nothing to make her look any less hurt and angry.

"Uh," he swallowed, his throat pushing back against his efforts. "Did I mention that I drank everything last night? I wasn't just bragging. And, who…whose," he pointed back to his ear, "am I wearing exactly? Because I don't really recall any gambling happening…not that I recall anything…"

"He wouldn't have bet that earring, Anders," she now looked breathtakingly disappointed and, again, the sentiment was familiar but not on her face. "Zev would barely talk about it with me, so I know how important it is to him. You must have…what did you do, Anders?"

Then her eyes went down, traveling from his face, past his neck and chest to where he was very, very naked and reacting to her touch and not…

"No! No. No. I would have remembered…," he threw his mind back, desperately trying to catch a moment in the evening before when he'd casually pick-pocketed the elf, or the elf had smiled and said I find you to be good company, my friend. Take this as a token of our friendship as I have no use for it and I do admire a handsome man in fine jewelry. "Maker, he does tell me I'm handsome all the time. And I did tell him that I like his boots…maybe that's a line in Antiva. Oh! Like "Nice boots! Wanna screw around?'"

The rambling was not making her hate him any less, nor was it particularly reassuring from a personal standpoint.

"I didn't sleep with Zevran. You know me! I never forget new and exciting experiences," he was trying to smile, but it probably came across as more of a grimace. "And I think that would certainly qualify."

"I don't think he would have given it to you if all you'd done was sleep together," she pressed her hand against her mouth as if she were damning a flood of tears and, Maker, he was an ****. Maybe. Wait…

"What more could we have done? There's only a finite number of things a person can do whilst sodding wasted. Unadvisable sex, public nudity, public humiliation, falling out of a window, inadvertently selling all of your possessions to an ox…none of those seem to me more than sleeping together. Which we didn't. By the way. So stop giving me those eyes."

"What about declarations of undying love, my dear Anders?" The voice came from behind him, and Anders wished that he had the power to open up a portal in the floor that would take him to a place where this conversation wasn't happening and he was doing something infinitely more enjoyable. "Or did you not mean it when you told me I had the most soulful eyes you'd ever seen?"

"Ok," he tried to turn around, but he was still a little drunk, and things were not cooperating with his efforts, so he sort of fell back. Zevran was standing above him, and his golden eyes slid down Anders' chest as hers had, and a smirk touched the elf's lips. "So, first of all, I have a face. Secondly, soulful eyes? Am I Alistair now? And third…why would you give me something meaningful after one drunken night of…courtly declarations?

Please have let it been nothing more than courtly declarations.

"Because I am attracted to you, Anders," Zevran caught Anders' hands and tugged him to his feet. Looking up at him, the elf's expression was beseeching. "And I thought that you felt the same way for me. When you began rubbing against my leg at dinner last night…well, I only assumed that you were acknowledging these unspoken desires between us. It is wrong to become hopeful too quickly when the object of one's affection is making himself available?"

"Wait, I wasn't rubbing your leg at dinner! I was…hers," Anders jerked his thumb over his shoulder as bits of the evening began to emerge for the haze of confusion. Copious amounts of dwarven ale, followed by an embarrassing amount of Antivan brandy, and she was sort of across from him, sitting next to Zevran and they were giggling over something. Anders was well past amorous, so sliding low in his chair and sending his knee out in search of hers had seemed like a good way to put up the let's go find someplace slightly less occupied before I drag you under the table flag, but his aim may have been a bit off. "Oh."

"Tsk," Zevran shook his head in disappointment. "You flirt so shamelessly, you break my heart, and that is all you can say?"

"Hold on," there was more to this memory- his leg being pushed back toward who it should have went to in the first place, and the two of them laughing as Zevran excused himself before he got caught in the middle of something that might be more than even he could handle. And then Anders had reached out and grabbed the hem of the other man's shirt.

Thank you for the brandy, I could kiss you for that alone.

What, do you have an entire list of reasons to kiss me?

Maybe. No. I just love you.

"For the brandy," Anders frowned and he took a step back. "I meant I love you for bringing that down. Surely you didn't think I meant…?"

He heard a sputtering giggle from behind and he whirled around unsteadily. Although she'd already arranged her face to utmost innocence, her eyes still gleamed with mischief.

"You are," he pulled at the earring and it came away easily. Instead of a precious momento the likes of which Zev would dote upon, it was a tarnished bit of scrap missing at least two of its dull gemstones. "You are evil."

"Now we're even," she gave him a gentle shove. "The next time you decide that it would be hilarious to hide my clothes so that I have to streak through the Keep…in the middle of the afternoon…and with guests here, you might think twice."

Modifié par SurelyForth, 27 août 2010 - 07:15 .

[MelRedux]

LOL Surely....that was great. Poor Anders! he heeeeee!

[jenncgf]

Surely,



That. was. AWESOME! I loved it!



(And thanks, Mel!)

[SurelyForth]

Mel_Redux wrote...

LOL Surely....that was great. Poor Anders! he heeeeee!

I love your picture, by the way. Very cool and creative!

jenncgf wrote...

That. was. AWESOME! I loved it!

Thanks!

Modifié par SurelyForth, 27 août 2010 - 06:49 .

[Galagraphia]

Surely, I laughed so hard, this is awesome!

[Sarah1281]

So I should probably know this but I tragically don't...does Anders have both ears pierced? And if not, which one is pierced?

[SurelyForth]

Galagraphia wrote...

Surely, I laughed so hard, this is awesome!

Thanks! I had fun thinking about it all morning.

Sarah1281 wrote...

So I should probably know this but I tragically don't...does Anders have both ears pierced? And if not, which one is pierced?

Just one, and it's his right ear.

[Wedger]

Galagraphia, Mel, Surely



How can you do such in just an hour???

[SurelyForth]

Wedger wrote...

Galagraphia, Mel, Surely

How can you do such in just an hour???

Like I said, I thought about it all morning while I was working and just went for it over my lunchbreak. I'm dying to edit it a few hundred times, because my unedited writing is bit like a raw nerve, but half the fun is throwing it out there!

[MelRedux]

Wedger wrote...

Galagraphia, Mel, Surely

How can you do such in just an hour???

I'm not gonna lie, mine took 1 hour 6 minutes, but there was a pee break, a doggie pee break, and a drink break in there!

[Sarah1281]

Okay, I had to stop the clock for ten minutes while I was waiting for an answer about Anders' earring but other than that this took an hour.


It was the first time Anders had been outside since the day he had been dragged kicking and screaming – yet still manly and suave – to that phallic prison called the Circle Tower five years ago and the very first thing he’d done before heading to Denerim was to ditch the ungodly yellow robes he’d been forced to wear and did his complexion no favors. He hadn’t really been planning on leaving when he did but if the Templars were going to be stupid enough to give him an opportunity then he was most certainly going to take it. He supposed that, to be fair, most mages that survived their Harrowing were passed out for hours and not in need of immediate guarding. More the fool them, really. His Harrowing had been easy and he was really starting to wonder why there was such a high death rate. All he had had to do was tell a demon that yes he was sure he wouldn’t like to be possessed and then shoot fire at it for awhile once it decided not to take no for an answer.
 
While everyone knew that Anders was not happy in the Tower, he’d never attempted to escape before and that had certainly made things easier as if he was a known flight risk than they probably would have made sure to keep someone around to guard him, unconscious or not. Nineteen was only a little on the young side to be undergoing his Harrowing but considering he’d only been at the tower since he was fourteen, his progress was remarkable. From the moment the Templars had realized what he could do, Anders had wanted to escape from them more than anything…except becoming a Tranquil. Nothing would be worth that. Fortunately, the Templars had a policy of not making anybody Tranquil once they had gone through their Harrowing and they weren’t allowed to be officially executed unless there was reason to suspect them of being a blood mage. That still left overzealous Templars killing those who had left ‘in the line of duty’, unfortunately, but if he were caught and returned to the Circle alive he wouldn’t need to worry about losing his life. Good thing, too. If this first attempt to escape didn’t work out – and it probably wouldn’t as he was still new at this – then he fully intended to escape again at the next available opportunity and continuing to do so until he was free or dead. Personally, he’d prefer the former.
 
“Are you even old enough to drink?” the bartender asked idly as she placed another glass in front of Anders.
 
Anders snorted. “It’s a bit late to be worrying about something like that, I’d say.”
 
“Well, it’s almost closing time and I don’t want to have to deal with any guards who you drunkenly stumble upon who want to know why I’m serving alcohol to someone underage,” the bartender explained. A golden earring flashed in the lamp light as she turned.
 
Anders looked on with great interest. He’d always had a bit of a fascination with earrings but his parents wouldn’t hear of letting him get a piercing. They were always so afraid of him doing something to draw attention to himself, even just by having an uncommon aspect to his appearance, and Anders had to admit that they probably had a point. If they hadn’t died then there was every chance that the Circle Tower would have remained a distant fear for him instead of an ugly and utterly boring reality.
 
The bartender caught him staring. “See something you like?”
 
Anders nodded. “I was just admiring your earrings.”
 
The bartender laughed. “My earrings. Right.”
 
He really had been but knew that any further protest from him would just further convince her that it was a hasty cover story. “I wish I had an earring,” he said wistfully.
 
The bartender looked at him consideringly. “Tell you what, kid. You’re cute and you’ve kept me entertained all night so if you wait until I close up then I’ll pierce your ears or just one if you prefer.”
 
Anders bit his lower lip, thinking the proposal over. No one liked to be called a kid – especially by a pretty woman like the one in front of him – even if one was only nineteen. On the other hand, her proposal was a tempting one. He couldn’t think of anyone in the Tower who had an earring. Something as awesome as that really seemed to have no place in the Tower. As it happened, Anders had always been of the opinion that someone as awesome as him had no place in the Tower either. This would be just perfect: an actual physical reminder of how much he didn’t belong there.
 
Anders smirked. “Sounds like a plan.”
 

 
Twenty-five minutes later, Anders was admiring his new earring in a hand mirror that the bartender had supplied. She hadn’t had any extra on hand but for ten silver he was able to purchase one of hers. He had gotten a little nervous when she took out a match, a needle, and a cork but she had assured him that she knew what she was doing and, as she was the one with earring experience and not him, he had decided to trust her.
 
The needle was passed through the flame to clean it and the cork was placed behind his ear to stop the needle once it had gone through. He had to admit, he was rather anxious to get it over and done with as it really didn’t seem very professional but it had only stung for a few moments. She told him that he’d need to keep the earring in for a few weeks and he had no intention of doing so because half the fun of having this new earring would be seeing all of the reactions and how could he do that if he weren’t wearing it?
 
He had ultimately decided to only pierce one ear as that had struck him as more stylish (not that the mages with their hideously unflattering robes or the Templars with their bucket helmets would know anything about that) and had chosen his right ear as he had thought that looked better after holding up the earring to both sides.
 
Anders looked up from his reflection – it was difficult to do but he managed somehow – and found the bartender smiling at him. There was a look in her eyes that both intrigued and excited him. It wasn’t anything near as desperate as those looks he’d seen in the Circle. “Thank you for doing this,” he told her sincerely. “I really appreciate it.”
 
“Glad to help,” she said huskily. “It looks good on you. Since this proposal has turned out so well, I have another one for you.”
 
Anders raised his eyebrows and smirked again. He could see where this was going. “Oh?”
 
The bartender nodded and looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Indeed. How about we-”
 
That was when the Templars found him. Those bucket-headed bastards either had the worst sense of timing or they did it on purpose. Still, at least he had gotten an earring out of the deal and he could always come back on his next trip out…

[jenncgf]

I like it, Sarah! The line about "kicking and screaming - yet still manly and suave -" made me laugh out loud. Good job!

[Galagraphia]

Sarah1281, I like it! I It's almost like I imagined it, except the pretty bartender XD Lol, another reason for Anders to hate the templars ))

[Sarah1281]

I'm glad you guys like it.

[Miri1984]

Wow you guys were busy while I was asleep!

Jenn: WOOT, that was just the right amount of sexy for me. Well, maybe not quite enough, but the implications were there and my imagination filled the rest.

Surely: Oh, Zev and Anders SOOO would have something going on if there was no lady in the equation. Just for fun's sake if nothing else!

Gala: You know I love you, right?

Mel: Highlighter works beautifully on the earring! I love that style too.

Sarah: Love your young Anders!

Ideas are sloshing around in my head for Sunday. Hopefully I'll be home and posting before Wednesday next week .

Modifié par Miri1984, 27 août 2010 - 09:58 .

[Wedger]

My first ever Fanfic - not a virgin any more. And first fiction I've written in a few decades. So, please accept my apologizes up front...

Anders had made it as far as the docks of West Hills on this soiree out of the tower, and was feeling inordinately pleased with himself. He hadn’t seen any Templers for three days and even had a couple of silver in his pocket. Perhaps his luck would hold out this time. Everything was going well so far.

He figured a crowded dock tavern was as good as any place to hide for a bit. Most of the clientele were transient, so would hardly notice a robed young man. Robed handsome young man, that was. Plus, there was ale.

And here was a promising place, right in front of him.

The tavern was warm inside; the air heavy with sea salt and a smell of old alcohol and fried foods. The folks within were rough around the edges, but certainly having a good time, judging from how loud it was.

Anders paused in the doorway as the unexpected feel of just the slightest bit of magic hit him. This wasn’t that odd echo one got from an enchanted dagger or lyrium enhanced ring. This was the feel from another mage.

Anders looked around quickly, trying to pin point the source. A slight dark haired elf hunched over a drink and sitting at a table in the far corner, was looking at Anders through the corners of his eyes. Anders could feel the magic rolling in thin waves from the elf.

Anders hesitated for a moment. Two mages in one place could attract Templer attention quicker than one. Ah well. Might as well take trouble head on, he thought. Never worked in the past, but there was always a first time for everything.

Anders pushed himself through the crowd towards the elf. “Well met, stranger,” he said, and sat down.

“That’s a matter of opinion,” said the elf. His accent was typical of the Alienage with perhaps a hint of Orlesian.

“I’m Anders. What brings you to West Hills?”

The elf took a deep breath, and looked to the side of the room. “Sketch. I’ve a job.”

“Sounds interesting.” A pretty lass placed an ale in front of Anders. Lovely young things were another benefit of hiding out in taverns, he thought. He slipped her a couple of coppers, and she left, gently swinging her hips. Anders couldn’t help watching her progress. “Need any help?”

Sketch considered Anders for a moment. “What cha got?” has asked.

“Heals and some sparks,” said Anders. “And an occasional hold.”

Sketch titled his head back a bit, looking at the ceiling. “Do you mind getting a tad, well, dirty?”

Anders eyes opened a fraction wider. Of course an elf would be into things a little on the lawless side. But, nothing ventured nothing gained. It might be fun. He nodded. “Sure why not?” The little voice in Anders head was saying there was lots of reasons why not, but who every listened to voices in their head? That was just plumb crazy.

“An…acquaintance… is handling some minor details. I’m to meet him in a few,” said Sketch

“Sounds fine by me,” Anders said. He took a sip of his drink. The elf’s robes were finely made, and enhanced beyond any type Anders had seen in the tower. They were also stylish. Anders wondered how he could get some. Anders let his eyes roam around the room, but he couldn’t see that serving wench. More’s the pity.

Once Sketch had finished his drink, he stood from the table and said, “it’s time.” He started to move towards the exit.

“Sure,” said Anders, and struggled a bit to keep up. That elf sure walked fast. Anders wondered what the hurry was.

The air was chilly outside compared to the tavern. Anders shivered. He wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from anticipation. Sketch moved briskly down the street and into a back alley, with Anders not far behind.

Sketch approached a man of medium height, clad in leather armor, leaning against a shadowed wall. The man’s arms were crossed across his chest, and two daggers were crossed at his back. “Sketch,” he said so low Anders almost didn’t hear him. “whose the man chick?”

“With me. A mage,” Sketch answered.

The man grunted. “OK. Should be handy. Let’s make this quick.”

The man led the two mages though the shadows, down some narrow back streets. Anders hoped he knew where he was going, because Anders was certainly lost. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea? Naw, that was that pesky voice in his head again. This was an adventure.

They stopped below an open second story window. “Sketch, if you please?” said the man, gesturing upwards.

Anders was surprised, when, even in his robes, Sketch nimbly climbed the side of the building. Sketch hosted himself into the window, and disappeared.

A door opened to their right, and Anders started.

“Jumpy, man chick?” said the man. Anders just snorted. Sketch waved to them from the door he had just unlocked, and they followed him in.

The building appeared to be an apartment. From the decorations, Anders thought it might be a noble’s mistress’s place. Although the neighborhood was poor, the décor inside was sumptuous, with a boudoir feel. Or, at least, what Anders thought a boudoir would feel like. He’ld only read about such things in books. The tower had no boudoirs.

The man placed a finger to his lips, indicating quiet. He led them to a back room, a study from the looks of it. He pointed a finger outside the room and then at Anders. Oh, thought Anders. He wants me to watch outside.

Sketch and the man went into the study and started rummaging through cabinets and a desk. Anders watched them, fascinated at their precision. They searched from the bottom drawers to the top, an efficient way to ransack. He would not have thought of that.

A noise from behind him garnered his attention. Anders turned to see a couple of large men in splint mail. “Hey, what’s this?” one of them yelled. Anders raised his hands and coned the pair with cold. Whew, that was close.

“It’s time,” said Sketch. Anders couldn’t see what they had found, but Sketch and the man each carried a full bag over their shoulder. “We’re done here.”

They had to step around the two frozen guards. It was an eerie feeling for Anders. He got two steps away when the pair thawed. “Stop right there,” a recently popsicled guard said. And, amazingly, Anders stopped. He couldn’t help himself. Anders started to run as soon as he realized his mistake. But one of the guards caught him by his left ear, pulling his earring free in a spray of blood. And the other knocked him on the head with some blunt object. Anders fell to ground, stars and black surrounding him.

Anders woke. He was lying on the cold ground, he had a killer headache, and he ached from head to foot. It felt like he had been dragged. As he turned his head, he saw boots. Templer boots. Dan nab it. He had almost broken his record, having escaped for over three days.

Anders put his hand to his ruined left ear. Worse than those Templers, now he was going to have to get his right ear pierced. What a bother!

Modifié par Wedger, 04 septembre 2010 - 10:57 .

[Wedger]

Sarah - Darn Templers coming right before the good part. Spoil sporters

[jenncgf]

Wedger,

Yay! That was a great first story. Ya done good. 

And I love that you included Sketch in there.  I really like Sketch.  I hope we get to see more of him.

Modifié par jenncgf, 27 août 2010 - 10:16 .