[ It's instinctive the way he bites back at Anders — the man makes it difficult not to snap. His arms cross as he scoffs. ]
I would be sure not to forget such an event, trust me.
[ He almost doesn't notice Anders' slowed breathing, because fuck him, but as he awaits a response or further explanation...he can tell something isn't right. A brow quirking, he leans over Anders, hesitating before reaching out to nudge him. ]
Mage?
[ If he dies AFTER he dragged his ass here he'll be furious. ]
( he was so close, but then he's being nudged, and he inhales sharply. he looks up to fenris like he's stolen his favorite cat and tossed her into the ocean. )
What? No, but.... but, hey, perhaps death would be a mercy compared to your mother henning, you doting... dote-y...Dote-Head.
( brand-new sentence that don't make a lick of sense for $500, alex.
anders tries his best to turn away, but the pain from his wings is too bad to making any sort of movement pleasant. he stays where he is instead. )
Either lie on the bed or lie on the floor; it matters little to me. Just don't leave.
( he says it like a demand rather than a pitiful request like that will restore some of his dignity. )
[ he mutters irritably, rolling his eyes and moving away so that he can get this sword off his back, placing it against the wall as he always does. He picks a spot nearby on the floor, sitting with his back against the wall and crossing his arms.
He doesn't intend on getting too comfortable. When Anders drifts off to sleep and seems in deep enough not to wake till morning, he'll slip out. Anders is lucky he even gets that courtesy. ]
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[ It's instinctive the way he bites back at Anders — the man makes it difficult not to snap. His arms cross as he scoffs. ]
I would be sure not to forget such an event, trust me.
[ He almost doesn't notice Anders' slowed breathing, because fuck him, but as he awaits a response or further explanation...he can tell something isn't right. A brow quirking, he leans over Anders, hesitating before reaching out to nudge him. ]
Mage?
[ If he dies AFTER he dragged his ass here he'll be furious. ]
Is this sleep or death taking you?
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What? No, but.... but, hey, perhaps death would be a mercy compared to your mother henning, you doting... dote-y...Dote-Head.
( brand-new sentence that don't make a lick of sense for $500, alex.
anders tries his best to turn away, but the pain from his wings is too bad to making any sort of movement pleasant. he stays where he is instead. )
Either lie on the bed or lie on the floor; it matters little to me. Just don't leave.
( he says it like a demand rather than a pitiful request like that will restore some of his dignity. )
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[ he mutters irritably, rolling his eyes and moving away so that he can get this sword off his back, placing it against the wall as he always does. He picks a spot nearby on the floor, sitting with his back against the wall and crossing his arms.
He doesn't intend on getting too comfortable. When Anders drifts off to sleep and seems in deep enough not to wake till morning, he'll slip out. Anders is lucky he even gets that courtesy. ]