The last light has faded. The bonfire is lit and the fireflies are glowing merrily. The scent of wood-smoke is in the air. Three of the identical serving men have taken up instruments from the bower and have begun to play, varying between soft ballads and dancing tunes. By the fire, a large silver pail holds small, glittering crystals
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Also, he seems to be talking to an invisible friend.
Dare you approach?
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Not seeing anyone that the mage is directly speaking to, Alex clears his throat with a rather wry smile.
"Alright there, Anders?"
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"Huh...?"
Well. That's better than nothing.
When he looks up, the confusion in his face suddenly clears, and he grins. "Better than all right!" And the drunken mage is heaving himself to his feet and clasping the other on the shoulders.
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"Well, then I am glad .. I .. I wanted to give you back your coat." He gives the feather bedecked coat a shake on his arm, doing a remarkable job of keeping his wine from spilling.
"You had a few, then?" He's grinning widely as he asks, because so's he, so who is HE to judge?!
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He waves a hand at that, to indicate flying. But then he's nodding, because, yes. Anders is utterly trashed by this point. The downside of not drinking for several years. He doesn't yet take the coat back, opting instead to peer intently at the other's face.
"You're smiling," he announces. "You're smiling! That... is good."
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"No .. no it was a close call, though. Got a bit of a breeze behind it and I thought it might. Caught it last second, though."
Then Anders is peering at him and Alex blinks, having to refocus on him. His announcement earns him a blush and Alex's smile softens before he nods. "Yeah .. Yeah it is a good thing.. wasn't sure I had a lot of smiles in me, to be honest.." He never looks away from Anders, holding the mans' gaze. "Have you and a few others to thank for that.."
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There's a wine bottle near his feet. Before he says anything further, he picks it up, taking a quick drink. Which turns out to be a good thing, since when he looks up again, it's suddenly quite difficult to look away. That... blush is quite all right, in his book. It's been a while since he took the time to notice someone.
Damn Justice.
"Well. Yes. Healing is what I do-- what I did. Do. Yes." And then he goes quiet, looking back.
"You... look better intact."
Thank you, alcohol, for that pronouncement. It never would have occurred otherwise.
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He watches as Anders pauses and fumbles for a bottle of wine near his feet, taking a good swig of it before glancing at Alex again. The were blinks again and that blush darkens as, despite the conversation, that stare never quite ends. Not that this is at all a bad thing. No, it was really quite welcome on any day, but the wine and food have added a most warm feeling to the insides of his stomach in connection to that stare ( ... )
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He suddenly finds his eyes are drawn to the other's mouth -- licking lips is suddenly incredibly distracting. And thoughts are crawling through his brain that haven't done so in a long while. It's very difficult to look away. Not that he minds, not really.
After a pause, he hauls himself unsteadily to his feet. It's probably easier to talk, if he's not shouting up at the man. "I'm a healer. That's... it's what I do. For people," he says, smiling rather proudly. "Injured people. And. You needed it. It was right."
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As Anders rises, Alex reaches out a hand without even thinking and grips the mans' elbow to steady him. Nothing like a bit of contact when you're having all these thoughts, huh, Anders?!
Alex's lips curl into a warm smile and he nods. "Lucky for me, then. And whether or not it's 'what you do' and 'what's right,' you could have chosen not to. So .. thanks .. If there's ever anything I can do to return the favor, just let me know."
Anything, Anders.
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Except the hand on his elbow sort of feels the same way. His eyes flick from it, to the other man's face, and back again. Maybe... it's the still how drunk he is. And... the fact that it's been a very long time indeed since anyone remotely attractive had a conversation with him that wasn't interrupted by Justice demanding he go back to work. Or blow up a Chantry.
"No. No, it's... Lucky. For me. Yes." He looks back up, and does his best to focus on that other face. It's difficult, especially since just standing upright is a trial in itself. And that's probably why he starts leaning again, as he scrambles for something to say.
"... You're... beautiful."
Okay, Anders' brain? That wasn't what he was going for. Yes, it was there, but it wasn't what he'd intended to come out of his mouth.
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And now there's no Justice yelling in his ear. No guilt. There's nothing but Anders. And the mage... doesn't mind what he sees. He keeps leaning. Just enough.
"Yes... very."
His head inclines forward. The... intent should probably be obvious. Anders' brain has stopped communicating with the rest of him, apparently.
"Nope. I... don't mind. I don't."
No more Justice.
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The little brush is all it takes to send a delighted shiver through him. It should have taken more, but all the alcohol has pushed such thoughts right out of his head. All he can think of is needing this... wanting this...
The mage returns that kiss with enthusiasm. Abundant enthusiasm. His hands slide up to the other's shoulders, holding him there, while he presses a little closer, kisses him a little deeper.
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Alex makes a small sound again Anders' mouth, all want and pleasure, and loses his hold on the bottle. Luckily, it lands with a loud clunk, but neither topples nor breaks as it hits the grassy ground beneath their feet.
Inhibitions? What are those?
The were matches enthusiasm, tongue trailing across the mages' lips before they meld together. It's a dance between sucking on his lips and teasing with his tongue, and God is it wonderful. The feel of Anders' hands on his shoulders combined with feeling him move closer sends shivers of delight both up and down, earning the mage a near growl against his mouth ( ... )
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