"I mock everything. Particularly cultural things and treasures. They're made to be mocked." He'd been torn from the Anderfels at a young age, imprisoned in Fereldan, lost the person most beloved to him in the Free Marches, and was left with no loyalty to any nation whatsoever. Any country that could imprison a whole group of people deserved no respect. But that's far too heavy a thought to maintain right now, especially when she kisses him.
His breath catches for a whole different reason then. Sorely he wants this. He's missed affection and closeness beyond words and it hurts in a good way to have them given. It also stirs up Justice and has the spirit reminding him of how distracted he'd been in Kirkwall and how many mages had died in the time it took them to act. Anders closes his eyes. They can't have anything approaching a normal life. But this he wants. This he wants more than he can say and for once he ignores Justice's warnings. It will only last for as long as Detlef lasts, and he will accept that. He must accept that. As must Justice.
Anders turns his head to kiss her cheek in return. "Now that you mention it, I love mocking terrible songs. Maybe we should dance a little while longer before seeing if we can't start some singing and additional mockery. The good news is that I know how to get you home and tucked safely into bed once you're done."
He can't get drunk. Justice won't let him, to start, and then there's the whole thing about people who know him and hate him running around. But that doesn't mean they can't have fun.
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His breath catches for a whole different reason then. Sorely he wants this. He's missed affection and closeness beyond words and it hurts in a good way to have them given. It also stirs up Justice and has the spirit reminding him of how distracted he'd been in Kirkwall and how many mages had died in the time it took them to act. Anders closes his eyes. They can't have anything approaching a normal life. But this he wants. This he wants more than he can say and for once he ignores Justice's warnings. It will only last for as long as Detlef lasts, and he will accept that. He must accept that. As must Justice.
Anders turns his head to kiss her cheek in return. "Now that you mention it, I love mocking terrible songs. Maybe we should dance a little while longer before seeing if we can't start some singing and additional mockery. The good news is that I know how to get you home and tucked safely into bed once you're done."
He can't get drunk. Justice won't let him, to start, and then there's the whole thing about people who know him and hate him running around. But that doesn't mean they can't have fun.