faderift | [Closed] This isn't even my final form

"I thought you said you didn't have to wear the uniforms and go to the parties if you didn't want to," she quips.

"Shit, though. You spent almost the entire time I've known you trying to get away from things like that. Templars. Wardens. People you owe money. And you're giving up? Just like that? Are you sure? Whose idea was this, anyway? Yours? Or his?"

She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose.
"All right. What do you want me to do? You're going to owe me, whatever it is. Just know that."

Most of those are questions he's been actively avoiding. Granted, the original idea was Nathaniel's, but whether it had been Justice or Anders who lingered on it more he doesn't know. And he doesn't like knowing. The humor in the situation fades and he looks down, fully aware of how cracked he likely seems, laughing one moment, looking exhausted the next, numb five second later.

"There's no going back, because I've already told someone who will likely pursue matters if I don't follow through." Which... could also have been manipulation by the spirit, and that's another thought he very much doesn't like. No. The best thing he can do is act like he's in control and knows what he's doing. "The heart of it that I want to help. If I'm caught instead of this, I'll set back the movement for mage freedom too much. They might not recover. They might splinter further. After all this has cost, I can't afford that. And the favor..."

If she provides, he won't be around for her to collect on that debt. But there's a high chance she already knows that.

"If Nate comes to you, Nathaniel Howe, seeking passage, a way to get me out..." Anders struggles to continue, but continue he does. "Don't. Don't help him. I've given him that idea while he's been talking about protecting me, but I can't... I can't let him ruin his life for me. He'll think he has a solution, and by the time he realizes he doesn't, it will be too late."

"If he comes asking for a way to get you out, I'll tell him it's already too late. Look. If you can get that far, follow Lake Calenhad's northern outlet. Where the delta meets the sea, I've got a ship that will dock in two days' time. The men have a week of shore leave at minimum, possibly longer depending on the weather. Seas get choppy this time of year. I suggest you pack some peppermint. Check the table drawer in your room tomorrow. I hear that's a good place to find a writ of admiral's orders."

She shakes her head.
"Anything else? Any pets I should know about? Though, really, a ship can always use a good mouser."

He doesn't deserve any of them, and the hasty look away is so that he can keep from tearing up. He wants to run. He could still do it, still make it, and the temptation is so strong... but he can't. Anders swallows and shakes his head.

"I can't." He has to clear his throat before continuing to talk. "I appreciate it, but I can't. When who I am comes out, if I'm gone, at best it simply destabilizes the balance of the mage council. I've already taken so many lives for us to get this far - it can't be for nothing. If I'm here, accepting what's to come, I can still help one more time."

This is definitely a mix of himself and Justice. If it was just him, he'd give in, go shop for peppermint, keep his head down for one more day. ...And then, considering his track record, probably return in a month and actually turn himself in, or worse, be captured and dragged back in that month. If it was just Justice... Actually, he's not sure what would be different if it was purely Justice, other than the fact he wouldn't have had the time to warn people.

"If you'd like my cat, mention her to Nate when he comes to you. I don't think he's that much of a cat person, and she'd... She'd probably like the sea." She'd be free in a way he's never had the chance for.

Isabela huffs a sigh.
"Fine. It's your decision. A bloody stupid one, if you ask me, but it's your head. And your cat. Though if that's what you want, I'll put in word to my boys, have one of them put her on one of my ships. Maybe The Rose Pearl, for old times' sake. I hope you know what you're doing."

There's a beat. A brief silence where emotion could overwhelm if spoken of.
"So. Do we at least get to have sex one more time before you go and do something potentially suicidal?"

It's definitely not his smartest idea... but it's also the smartest one he feels he can make in this situation. Whatever he does, someone is going to be hurt. If it's him this time, it's easier to deal with. More or less.

Anders sighs too, before quirking an eyebrow at the question. "I can't say I've ever had goodbye sex before. First time for everything." He can't say he's exactly in the mood, but at the same time he wants physical contact.

He holds out an arm.

"Really? Never? You've been missing out. Goodbye sex is some of the best you can have."

She takes his arm.
"It comes in varying degrees of sweetness. With Luis, that was the best I'd had with him. But with you... It'll be sweet, if bitter too. But that somehow makes it better. I'll show you."

He's only lost one serious lover before, and it had been unexpected. There'd been no warning they were taking Karl away until it was happening. And then the next time Anders had seen him, the last time... He wishes he'd had the thought to kiss Karl one final time, but everything had happened too fast and it would have been worse to kiss a Tranquil than never taste Karl's lips again.

"Sweet if bitter. That sounds like vast portions of my life." More bitter, really. But he'd found pieces of sweetness, and this one in particular.

He angles toward her room; there's a chance Nate is in theirs and he'd rather not impose there more than he already has. Beyond that, there's a chance of his request of Isabela slipping out, and he doesn't want Nate to be prepared for her denial.

"At least you'll remember my skills in bed. As long as some people remember me for my electricity thing, I don't think I'll mind so much." He will. He'll mind dying a great deal, because he'd never truly had a chance at a life that was his alone.

"That's vast portions of everyone's life."

She slips up the stairs to the tavern, guiding him behind her, and she laughs softly.

"I don't think I'm ever going to forget that little trick of yours. I hope you remembered to teach it to more people than just yourself. It'd be tragic for that knowledge to disappear. And it'll be a hell of a goodbye present."

"Sorry, Bela. The few I taught it to left my life years and years ago. You're not likely to run across them." They're not likely to still be alive. "And I'd teach Bethany, but then Hawke would show up just long enough to stab me. ...On second thought, perhaps I should teach Bethany."

There's a faint smile in his eyes as they climb the stairs and make the turn. He won't. He doesn't like Bethany in that way. But oh, it would have been nice to see Hawke one more time, even if it was arriving to stab him. He'd loved her. He still might. And he'd screwed everything up as usual.

Which means he needs to pull his thoughts away from that. And since he's behind her, with a very nice behind in sight, Anders slides his arm out from hers to grab it lightly. They're heading for bed; this isn't unwanted.

"If you teach Bethany, I will personally ensure that it goes remembered for eternity. And I'm sure there are other mages around here you've gotten close enough to that they'd want to learn from you."

She smirks and winks over her shoulder at him when she feels his hand slip under her hem.

"You know, normally I don't like long goodbyes. Or... goodbyes at all. But you deserve one."

"And if I had the time, I'd teach them. Between sleeping with you and making sure none of the people who still somehow care about me try any heroics, I'm swamped." That, and the mage he'd most like to share anything intimate with now wanted him dead.

"I'm certain you don't want me to short you on the goodbye sex." Then they're in the room and he's closing the door after her, smile faint but there. The wink, her cheer, it helps dispel some of the mood hanging over him. Yes, things are about to end, but they'd been about to end back in Kirkwall, too.

"I'm certain I don't want me to short you on the goodbye sex, or myself either." And then he's crowding Isabela, pressing a series of hungry kisses to her throat.

She gasps when he starts kissing her neck, and moments later, she's got a hand in his hair, encouraging him, her other hand seeking out clasps and buckles and hidden blades, getting them out of the way.

"Mmm, yes..." She half sighs it, half hisses. There is going to be a ferocity in this, fighting against the inevitable goodbye.

This is, in its own way, a statement of defiance. No matter how he's become a specter of violence and death to many, he's still (mostly) human. He's still a man who has fought so damnably hard for every tiny scrap he's gotten, still a man with desires and wants, and oh, how he desires and wants her.

"Bela," he whispers against her neck, giving her the lightest nip of teeth right after. Her hand feels fantastic; Anders has always enjoyed how she knows what she enjoys and feels no hesitation in making that clear.

One arm loops around her waist, drawing her close without making it hard for her to pull and adjust and remove clothing, while his other hand is slowly slid up her stomach to rest on a perfect breast, kneading with care.

She arches up into his touch, pressing into him, all but purring with pleasure and growling with lust at the feel of teeth against her neck.

There's the clank of metal and soft thuds of cloth hitting the ground as layers get shed, and she pulls him into a kiss, hot and fierce and full of want.

"Anders." His name on her lips is encouragement and demand all in one as she pushes him over toward the bed.

"Say it again," he whispers into her ear before nipping at the earlobe. No one he's slept with here have used that name. It's all been Detlef, a name that will never truly stir him up as much as Anders will.

Then he's climbing onto the bed, landing on his back for now, and reaching up to pull her down on top of him. He flashes her a grin. "Don't scream it, but I like to hear my name on the lips of the most glorious pirate queen."

She laughs as she sinks down onto him.
"Oh, I think that can be arranged."

She begins rolling her hips, an easy but insistent motion, pressing hard, the rhythm flowing through her body.
"Mmm. Fuck, Anders!" She gasps, breathlessly. "That's it... More, Anders, yes."

It's an easy choice, going for her favorite position. This is more for her than anything, really, but he can't say he's ever not enjoyed her being on top. He groans as she gets moving, thrusting up to meet her rocking and holding her hips so he can move all the harder.

"Just like that," he groans. "So good." She takes him so easily, and his hands glide up from hips to breasts, cupping them as they move together. All right, maybe it's just as much for him, one last grasp of what it is to be human before surrendering everything. And what a gorgeous grasp it is.

She moans, a deep sound of satisfaction as he fondles her breasts.

Her hips speed up, whole body undulating, not unlike the waves she loves so much. Fucking him like there's no tomorrow. Because there literally might not be.

"Come on, Anders, spark things up," she murmurs.

"Spark?" He knows exactly what she wants, and while at other times he might tease and drag her out, this isn't that time. Anders casts and drags a trail of lightning down her side to a hip, watching and listening for her reactions hungrily. He may die soon, but this magnificent woman will never forget him, and will never speak his name with hatred. She deserves every moment of this.

"Or maybe I should cool it off." The slightly dazed grin on his face widens as he cools his other hand with ice and circles one of her nipples with that thumb.

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She jumps a little to feel the spark against her skin, that delicious electric thrill.

"Oh, that is so nice..." she purrs.

And then it's icy cold on her nipples, which get achingly hard even as she yelps in surprise.

"Anders, you bastard!" she hisses, though it isn't anger causing the heat in her voice. "...do it again."

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