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WHO: Anders and You*! (*unless you are someone who will turn him in. ONE DAY THERE WILL BE CR. /reaches sadly)
WHAT: Detlef going about his days, helping out, being argumentative, everything
WHEN: Mid-Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Probably nothing? I'll edit if that changes

Healing tents

Anders is found in these most often during the day. Everything's easier when he works, really, when he and Justice can both be on the same page. They're doing good. They're furthering the cause of mage freedom. And more importantly, no one is being hurt. Are you a patient? He's probably checking you over before getting to work. Co-worker? Hand him the elfroot salve, please? Or just drop by and find him where he's most willing to be chatty as he works.

Garden

There's nothing like seeing a mage seemingly talking to a tree. Considering previous events, it's probably a little worrying. But upon closer approach one can see that there's a terrified cat clinging to a very small branch that's just barely supporting its weight, and they can hear the mage trying to talk the cat down as if the cat can understand anything that's being said.

"You can do it. Just step... Come on. A little lower. Please?"

Just outside Skyhold

There's a garden inside the walls. It has plenty of things growing in it, including basically everything Anders is looking for. It's hard for him to stay inside the walls for too long, though. He needs to be outside, to wander some, to remind himself that the walls aren't keeping him in. While it isn't the healthiest method of coping, there are certainly worse ways to go about it.

Anyone running into him out here gets a look that's a mix of surprised and bashful - the latter due to him not really having any way to explain why he's out here with a handful of easy-to-get herbs in hand.

Library

He's seated in the Library, head buried in a book the way it never was when he was at the Circle, with a pair of large tomes next to him. They're probably not that surprising for a spirit healer, treatises on spirits and their nature, but he doesn't look pleased. And he isn't. He's not finding anything that will help with his situation, and Anders is aware that he might not have a lot of time left for the looking.

Approaches from strangers get a glance up and a nod, before he'll ask if they need to get to something past him. Known people get asked a little absently how their day is going before he turns another page.

[Or] Alternately, he's curled up off to the side, on the ground, paging through a book on obscure magic that talks about various rumored spells that the author doubts really exist. His attention is primarily on the shapeshifting portion, and he looks a little wistful. Anyone approaching who glances at the book get a half-smile and asked if it wouldn't be fun, being able to transform into animals.

Wildcard

[Hit him up wherever? He grabs food in the kitchens on the go, sometimes is at the tavern in a corner near the back, sits on the walls and looks out sometimes, surreptitiously feeds the stray cats around skyhold (and scolds any dogs that try to take the food,) and may, every now and then, see if he can zap armor in just the right way so straw and fabric and all sorts of things stick to it.]

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"Oh, good, I was hoping you'd say that," she teases.

She lets Anders push her onto her back. Normally she favors a top position. She knows he knows that. But... this is a special occasion. And she can still take charge from the bottom.

"Mmm. It's been far too long, Anders..."

It has been too long, and he really wants to side into her at his pace, savor the moment more. Otherwise, he'd certainly go for her favorite.

"I agree. But careful with the name." She can get loud. He enjoys it very much, but right now he needs to stay hidden. To help with that, he leans down to claim her lips with his even as he's pushing up her tunic and seeking to get clothing out of the way.

"I'm never going to be able to take that new name seriously, just so you know."

She kisses him just as eagerly, moving with him so he can get the clothes off.
"Careful. I don't think you want to be getting cut." Indeed, there's a dull metallic clanking as the cloth hits the floor.

"I don't see why everyone's complaining," he mutters between kisses along her neck. "It's a perfectly good, very common Anders name." Not like it matters. He wouldn't care if they were all outright laughing at it. It wasn't his name, not like he knew what that was anymore.

He fumbles with his own belts and buckles next, dropping things on a heap to mix with hers. They can sort it out later. For now, he's sliding fingers down to find her clit and brush it. He'll only have charge for so long. Might as well use it to the best he can.

"Ander people must not have any better pastimes than to name their children things like that," she teases, and then gasps sharply to feel his fingers stroking her.

"Ah, damn! A little more..." she coos.

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Isabela is a walking NSFW warning, LBR.

This is very true.

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