At the sound of the voice from behind, the Warden-Commander pauses. He turns on his heel, crimson hues level with his fellow brother-in-arms. Considering for a moment, he finally speaks, tone light and only slightly incredulous.
❛ Ser Pounce-A-Lot is getting… antsy.
All right. I’m convinced.
We’ll stop here. ❜
”wait, you mean that? …hah! thank
the maker, i was sure we’d be
walking all night. say, why haven’t
we invested in horses? you’re
warden-commander, aren’t you? i
think you could get us horses if
you asked really, really nicely.”
and all throughout his ranting the mage has
withdrawn aforementioned cat from his robes,
cradling said beast in his arms like a baby.
the moment he finishes speaking he’s quick
to start cooing over the creature.
”aww, ser pounce-a-lot you poor thing, don’t
you worry; you can run around all you like now.”
“Tell me, Anders, have you grown half a brain yet?”
“Or are you still drowning in your own drool?”
”aw, velanna——has that icy heart
of yours thawed or are you just
pretending to care?”
”last night i saw two peanuts walking through
lowtown market; one of them was assaulted.”
”hawke, i know you were probably taught to
always give a hundred percent in all things——”
“——but i really don’t think you’re meant to apply that
philosophy to spilling your own blood as well.”
“I heard human mages were kept in the Circle.” The skeptical tone
in her voice is not easy to miss. It’s not unfriendliness, just… skepticism.
Very suspicious skepticism. ”All of them.”
”that so? funny, because i heard that
dalish elves kept to themselves in
the forest and never bothered with
it quickly becomes apparent that
getting a straight answer from him
will be nigh impossible.
“like…all of them.”
a cautious glance is cast and the
mage starts down the row of
books, finger dragging across
spines. finally he settles on one
and slowly slides it out of its
place, tentative in all regards,
as if he’s looking for something
he shouldn’t be.
but his expression quickly sours. nose
scrunches and he scoffs in disgust.
“andraste’s knickers, i—”
words come in the form of an
exasperated gasp before he realizes
another is in his presence.
eyes lock; he makes no attempt to
hide what he’s doing.
”i was promised chocolate. all these
anders throws himself against the
towering shelves melodramatically,
”——and the people here still can’t
keep their word.”
Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
1. Animal; cat
2. Color; blue
3. Month; march
4. Song; blinding - florence + the machine
5. Number; 220
6. Day or Night; day
7. Plant; begonia
8. Smell; oakmoss
9. Gemstone; chrysoprase
10. Season; spring
11. Place; the anderfels
12. Food; guava
13. Astrological Sign; pisces
14. Element(s); air
15. Drink; green tea