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closed, ish.

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.

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He's just lonely because I'm five feet away instead of in his arms. He could walk over here, but instead...

I feel like being around the two of you for so long should have prepared me for that.

You know, if you were more prepared, maybe you'd have a better time with things lasting a while.

I don't actually have any complaints there, but he really should have said something to me rather than Alistair.

[an irritated but resigned sigh.]

I love you.

And I...think you're pretty swell.

[He starts laughing and raises his cup to her.]

You're rather swell as well, Kaisa.

[ GAGGING NOISE. ]

And you have a very nice chin, Alistair.

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

[And then suddenly MAKING OUT.]

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.

Edited 2016-08-30 23:22 (UTC)

[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.]

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.]

[ 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.