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faderift2016-03-30 02:35 pm
lifeofendurance) wrote in faderift2016-03-30 02:35 pm
[OPEN] Peace Bore a Heavy Price
WHO: Everyone
WHAT: Aleron and Nathaniel are hosting anBSG boxing match open sparring session to work out personal griefs within the Inquisition.
WHEN: Drakonis 30, All Day
WHERE: Just outside Camp Shady (aka, the Warden's Camp outside Skyhold)
NOTES: More information, including the rules, can be found here. You do not have to have signed up to participate. Non-combatants can come and just cheer for their favorites or appreciate fine bodies getting physical. Please note in your subject line if you're spectating, healing, or open for fighting.
Just outside the site where the Wardens have established themselves, a space has been cleared. Its boundaries are marked with some wooden posts driven into the ground with loose ropes stretched out between them. A copy of the rules has been nailed to one of the posts. It flaps in the wind, but seems to stay in place with but little fraying as the day wears on:
1. No magic.
2. A volunteer healer will determine whether someone is fit for a bout.
3. Conduct the fight honorably. If someone surrenders the fight, it ends immediately and without question.
4. Don't deliberately incapacitate someone to the point where they won't be able to perform their duties after the fight is over.
5. All weapons must be blunt, even blades.
6. Challenged chooses the method of competition.
At the end of the fight, participants are to consider their issue resolved and move forward.
Off to one side, a basic triage is set up for combatants who have taken their licks. Volunteer healers are present to offer treatment for injuries and to determine who remains fit to fight. Their decision is absolute.
For the spectators, there is ample room to stand around and watch. One of the merchants from the pilgrim's encampment has caught wind of the impromptu event and decided it's a grand time to turn a profit. He's got a cookpot set up and is hawking fine treats like fennec-on-a-stick, druffalo kebabs, and smoked nug legs. He's also selling wooden cups of ale for five coppers, but it's questionable if there's more water or ale. Let the buyer beware.
WHAT: Aleron and Nathaniel are hosting an
WHEN: Drakonis 30, All Day
WHERE: Just outside Camp Shady (aka, the Warden's Camp outside Skyhold)
NOTES: More information, including the rules, can be found here. You do not have to have signed up to participate. Non-combatants can come and just cheer for their favorites or appreciate fine bodies getting physical. Please note in your subject line if you're spectating, healing, or open for fighting.
Just outside the site where the Wardens have established themselves, a space has been cleared. Its boundaries are marked with some wooden posts driven into the ground with loose ropes stretched out between them. A copy of the rules has been nailed to one of the posts. It flaps in the wind, but seems to stay in place with but little fraying as the day wears on:
2. A volunteer healer will determine whether someone is fit for a bout.
3. Conduct the fight honorably. If someone surrenders the fight, it ends immediately and without question.
4. Don't deliberately incapacitate someone to the point where they won't be able to perform their duties after the fight is over.
5. All weapons must be blunt, even blades.
6. Challenged chooses the method of competition.
At the end of the fight, participants are to consider their issue resolved and move forward.
Off to one side, a basic triage is set up for combatants who have taken their licks. Volunteer healers are present to offer treatment for injuries and to determine who remains fit to fight. Their decision is absolute.
For the spectators, there is ample room to stand around and watch. One of the merchants from the pilgrim's encampment has caught wind of the impromptu event and decided it's a grand time to turn a profit. He's got a cookpot set up and is hawking fine treats like fennec-on-a-stick, druffalo kebabs, and smoked nug legs. He's also selling wooden cups of ale for five coppers, but it's questionable if there's more water or ale. Let the buyer beware.
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Nathaniel has half a mind to turn around and shove Zevran off the damn fence. He is too much of a gentleman to do it, especially to an elf or a mage, so instead he staggers back to his camp stool and sits carefully. His face is flaming red and he is sweating, and so hard it hurts.
The images don't go away. They won't go away. Anders is going to be all over him in a few minutes and he has to be able to pretend nothing is different. He's going to have to be collected enough to give the prize to Zevran, because Anders would suspect something if he won after that performance.
He leans forward, head in hands, still red as a beet. It takes at least ten minutes for him to calm down. It feels like an hour. Putting those thoughts away is not easy, nor is their absence as welcome as he hoped. But when he has recovered, he stands and manages to look ironically professional.]
Anders?
[Doesn't look yet. Looking will bring back the images.]
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How is he supposed to beat that, anyway? Anders sips his water and waits, finding little comfort in the fact that he won't be buying the drinks. He doesn't like losing, but maybe that means he should have challenged someone else to seduction.
Like Aveline.
When his name is called, Anders pushes up off the fence. Last go. At least he can make sure Nate enjoys it.
He starts simple and slow, looping his arms around Nate's waist and looking into the archer's eyes before nosing the little patch of hair Nate had brushed water from. The things look ridiculous on most men, but Nate carries it well. Frankly, he carries most things well.]
I've no idea what he said, but it doesn't matter. Words are one thing - empty - when not acted upon, and all he gave you was a kiss on the jaw.
[There's a confidence he doesn't feel in his voice as he shifts to his toes to give himself the height he needs for his next move.]
Words are never as good as deeds.
[Anders kisses his mouth then, starting soft and slow with a nibble of Nate's bottom lip before pressing in earnest, mouth opening, tongue darting out to try to lure Nate's into playing. One of his hands leaves Nate's waist and he takes his time dragging it upward, along stomach, chest, and neck before tangling it in Nate's hair.
He'll lose, but he'll lose with the delectable taste of Nate's lips on his tongue and the smell of the man in his mind. There are far worse ways to go down.]
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Oh Maker, there are lips.
There's a frozen moment where Nathaniel simply allows Anders to do as he pleases. Then, something gives and the dam breaks. All those images Zevran planted in his head come raging back, as does the erection he spent so long cooling off from. He surges forward, meeting Anders' kiss like a starved man, and doesn't stop, marching forward and backing Anders against the nearest tree, shoving him against it and pinning him there. Everyone who is attending can see what's happening. He doesn't even care.
Maker have mercy, he gives up.]
Time to find somewhere less public? [he murmurs, for his ear only. Hopefully, some part of Anders was sincere about this, or Nathaniel will feel like such a fool.]
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Months, [he says in a jokingly mournful tone,] months I hit on you, years back, here, and all I had to do all along was kiss you? Yes. Yes, you inscrutable lump. As private as you need; I've no shame.
[Anders shakes his head before leaning forward and kissing Nate lightly on the lips again and taking one of the archer's hands. Let anyone talk who wants to, he doesn't care. And let Zev sit there, Anders just beat him at seduction and he's feeling so very smug right now. He does have charms.]
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You win.]
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Sad? Wistful? He does not put a name to the feeling and squashes it down as quick as possible. ]