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

[justice_is_blond]

I think they're purple. Fuchsia, even.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Oh, I can think of one person here who has been reading a little too much of Varric's work...

Try golden-brown, Alistair. If it's too expensive -- tell them I'm using it to fight Red Templars.

With, you know, my wiles.

[byblow]

Ah, yes. The wiles.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Well clearly I have them below my eyes if you can't remember what color they are.

[byblow]

I don't even know what color my eyes are.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Hazel. Bit of green, bit of brown, bit of gold. Like autumn.

[byblow]

Wow. I sound beautiful.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

You're all right. You're no Aleron, clearly, but you clean up nicely.

When you clean up.

[byblow]

Wow.

[ Different kind of wow. ]

Fuchsia silk, was it? To match your fuchsia eyes?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

The only thing that has fuchsia eyes are desire demons -- are you calling me a desire demon?

[byblow]

This feels like a trap.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Alistair, as if I would ever trap you. It's not in my nature to do such things.

However if you DO feel like there are icy jaws of doom closing around your ankles ... bronze colored silk, please!

[byblow]

Of course, dear. Whatever you'd like.

[ No icy jaws of doom. ]

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Thank you, Alistair! You're so sweet.

[None for you.]

[justice_is_blond]

Eye-wiles? Beguiling-eye-wiles?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Clearly you were also looking at my wiles that were at chest level.

[justice_is_blond]

Marian would kill me. I was busy making things up. Varric's the one you should be talking to about chest-level; have you ever read the beginning of that book?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Yes, but Varric has the same disease you all have in regards to me ... he's deathly afraid of what my sister might think.

[Dimples.]

[justice_is_blond]

I'm not entirely sure that's the case. I'm fairly certain whenever I've heard him retelling the first bit there's... quite the elaboration.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Anders, if you are telling me that Varric has a crush on my chest -- I'm going to throttle you for not telling me sooner.

[justice_is_blond]

It's not my fault when people are oblivious. You, Merrill, Nathaniel, anyone.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

HE DID. HE HAD A CRUSH ON MY CHEST and you never told me! You fiend!

[justice_is_blond]

That's me. Anders, fiendish keeper of secret crushes.

[Except when he slips up and mentions Carver to Merrill.]

[sunshinethroughgrey]

You are dastardly. You're very lucky I've found someone who likes my chest just as much but won't say because he's a gentleman.

[justice_is_blond]

I'm still waiting to see if he's a gentleman in all the ways. But he seems passable.