closed, ish.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Grey Wardens & Other Shady Fuckers
WHAT: Shopping lists, probably
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: From Halamshiral to wherever
NOTES: PLEASE THREADJACK, PLEASE GO OFF TOPIC, this is for bonding and chatter for Wardens + anyone else living in or around the Guild House/Camp Shady in the valley. If you're not sure your character would have been included then you're welcome to assume they were! He'd be liberal about who's on the list. He's just not bothering The Whole Inquisition. This is such a long note. I'm sorry, for that and for so much else.

Hello Wardens and... [ assassins and bards and blood mages? ] ...friends. This is Alistair; I'm in Halamshiral; there's a market that hasn't been burned down yet. Does anyone need anything?

If it's expensive, you may have to send me some money. Or tell me how it will stop the Blight. One of the two.

Comments

[byblow]

[ GAGGING NOISE. ]

[justice_is_blond]

And you have a very nice chin, Alistair.

[pinprick]

[The sound of movement.] Come closer, Anders. I don't think Alistair can hear us snogging.

[And then suddenly MAKING OUT.]

[byblow]

Maker's—

[ This is the darkest timeline. But he's not a quitter. After a horrified pause, he takes a deep breath. ]

YOU KNOW ANDRASTE'S OLD MABARI. HE DON'T SHOW UP IN THE CHANT— [ air gulp ] —AND IF YOU ASK THOSE HOLY SISTERS, WELL, THEY'LL SAY ANDRASTE CAN'T HAVE SOME BIG OLD SMELLY WARDOG, BUT ALL FERELDEN KNOWS IT RIGHT— [ air! ] OUR SWEET LADY NEEDED SOMEONE WHO COULD WARM HER FEET AT NIGHT.

[justice_is_blond]

[The noise that comes from one participant is wheezing, rather than lips smacking. Alistair is singing loudly to drown out any sounds of making out. The Alistair. Is singing. A horrible, awful song. While Anders is with Nate, and near Kaisa, and the world isn't so bad.

He can't make out because he's laughing too hard to breathe right.]

[pinprick]

No no no no, [Nathaniel whispers, the occasional bubble of spiteful laughter breaking out.] If we stop, he'll know he has a weapon he can use later.

[But it's no use. Anders' laughter is infectious. Soon Nathaniel is bent over Anders' shoulder, laughing harder than he has in months, maybe years.]

[ombranera]

[ Have a second voice chiming in, with a howling dog and infant's laughter in the background. ]

And there's Andraste's mabari
By the Holy Prophet's side.
In the fight against Tevinter,
That dog would never hide.
They say the Maker sent him special,
Always loyal, without pride,
So he could be the sworn companion
Of the Maker's Holy Bride.

[justice_is_blond]

Careful there, I think that probably counts as mood music for Fereldans.

[But there's joy in his voice as he says it.]

[byblow]

[ Briefly aside: ] We only need one of you to be put off.

OH THAT DOG HE GUARDS ANDRASTE WITHOUT ARROGANCE OR FEAR--

[pinprick]

[Nathaniel is a bit competitive. Just a bit. He grabs Anders' hand.]

Hold onto your crystal, we're headed for our tent.

[justice_is_blond]

Love.

[It's far more quiet than other comments; he's not talking into the crystal. Rather, he's forgotten his is on for the moment.]

Not over the crystals. And they're being funny. It's... It's nice.

[pinprick]

[Nathaniel makes a shushing sign do not let the opposition know this is a bluff--oh. Oh.

Yeah, some things are more important than winning.

Hmm. Maybe they can win after all if Alistair and Zevran don't know they've stopped until they've finished the song.]

[justice_is_blond]

[He smiles and leans against Nate, listening to the performances.]

[byblow]

--ONLY ASKING OF HIS MISTRESS A SCRATCH BEHIND THE EARS--

[justice_is_blond]

Why is it always dogs?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Because dogs are superior to cats.

AND please remember that you are still on the crystals and there are things that LITTLE SISTERS SHOULDN'T HEAR.

Especially Alistair's singing.

[justice_is_blond]

I don't know, I found it entertaining.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

You're trying to hurt us, Anders. Why, don't you love me anymore?

[justice_is_blond]

I love you more than I love Alistair's singing.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

I would hope so! I had better be up there with kittens, feathers, and Nathaniel snoring.

[justice_is_blond]

Nathaniel snoring? That's setting the bar rather low.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

I know you must love him to put up with that noise.

[justice_is_blond]

I do. I don't love the noise, but I love the man.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

I'm glad to know you do.

Just remember, Nathaniel's lucky too.

[justice_is_blond]

I at least don't snore. But I flail. I'm not certain flailing is lucky.