some things are certain

An Anders RP Account

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thenoblepariah:

Anders awoke with a start, which was not entirely unexpected. Nate had suspected that the biotic had been drifting in and out of consciousness since they left the Cerberus facility, no doubt a combination of whatever drugs he’d been on and sheer exhaustion. Had he been certain he could treat Anders without sending him into a panic the mercenary would have just let him sleep through it all. It was clear that he needed it. Still, Nathaniel had no desire to be slugged in the face. Even without his dangerous biotic temper Anders still packed a punch.

He stayed as still as he could manage when the biotic grabbed him, meeting and holding his gaze as Anders fought to get a foothold in reality. Judging by the way his fingers shook and the way he stared at Nate like a starving man he didn’t remember their earlier encounter. Perhaps he even thought he was still in the Cerberus facility. The mercenary tried not to dwell on that.

From beside them Maggie gave a low croon, butting her head against Anders’ leg in what was undoubtedly meant to be a comforting gesture. Nate merely pressed a gloved thumb firmly but gently against the biotic’s mouth in an attempt to silence him. “Hush. Keep breathing and listen to me. You’re in a Blue Suns bunker on Camala. You’re free, but you’re injured and I need you to let me take a look at your wounds. Can you do that for me?” He pulled his hand away from Anders’ mouth, absently brushing the backs of his knuckles across the biotic’s cheek as he did so.

The thought of dealing with Anders’ gratitude now was borderline nauseating. He needed to focus on the biotic’s injuries and dealing with those.

Something wasn’t right - his surroundings were different and he was terrified by the sudden change, no matter how much he wanted to root himself in reality and cling to the fact that Nathaniel was here, and he was alive, and he had saved him. Was he hallucinating? He didn’t think he could handle the idea that this could be happening all over again, but then he would be assaulted by memories that were too harsh to be a product of his mind - the sound of the glass of his cell breaking, the streak of red emergency lights, the feeling of Nathaniel’s lips on his.

This was real.

He stopped his whimpering when Nathaniel’s thumb came to rest on his mouth, and he found that focusing on his voice was enough to quell the trembles if only for a moment. His eyes darted across Nathaniel’s face almost frantically as he spoke, taking in both his words and his features, memorizing every single line and scar and the way the low light cast shadows across his face. He was real. This was all real. It was all he could do not to cry at the thought that he’d finally found a piece of relief that wasn’t a byproduct of his fracturing mind.

He breathed out a shaky exhalation when Nathaniel allowed him to speak again, before giving him a small nod.

"Y.. yes," he managed to say, before reaching for the ties of the paltry bit of fabric that could probably be described as a surgical gown that the scientists had dressed him in. He managed to slip it down over gaunt shoulders with trembling fingers, revealing a whole host of new scalpel cuts running down his arms, chest, and stomach. Most of them were fairly new, only partially healed from the bare minimum of medigel required to keep him from bleeding out. They stood out angry and red against his pale skin.

"There are… there are more on my back."

(Source: morefirethanthesunarchive)


thenoblepariah inquired:
"If you don’t move out of the way, I’m going to hit you with this datapad."

thenoblepariah:

morefirethanthesun:

morefirethanthesun:

"No. Not until you apologize."

Anders planted himself in the doorway in front of Nathaniel, hands on the frame and expression schooled into a vicious glare.

"Hit me and I’ll let Justice throw you across the room."

"For calling them psychopaths!" Anders snapped, making no move to clear a path for the other man. He stood resolute, a spark of biotics crawling across his skin out of sheer anger. "They were L2s, just like me! Do you think I’m a psychopath!?"

Nate’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose, then, that what happened on Drasta was an ‘accident’ and not the results of dangerous biotics left to behave however they goddamn pleased. The L2 implants are an archaic and unstable model as I’m certain you are aware of. Just because you have risen above your barbaric peers does not mean they aren’t incredibly unpredictable and deserving of a shorter leash.”

Anders doesn’t even offer up a verbal answer. The moment the word “leash” leaves Nathaniel’s mouth, he punches him across the face.


thenoblepariah inquired:
"If you don’t move out of the way, I’m going to hit you with this datapad."

thenoblepariah:

morefirethanthesun:

"No. Not until you apologize."

Anders planted himself in the doorway in front of Nathaniel, hands on the frame and expression schooled into a vicious glare.

"Hit me and I’ll let Justice throw you across the room."

"Apologize for what?” Nathaniel scowled, fingers tightening on the data pad as he considered riling up the biotic’s alter.

"For calling them psychopaths!" Anders snapped, making no move to clear a path for the other man. He stood resolute, a spark of biotics crawling across his skin out of sheer anger. "They were L2s, just like me! Do you think I’m a psychopath!?"


redtailedhawke inquired:
"Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by." [this is from apostate!Ghost but I can do just regular Jonathan, either one is good]

"That seems… counterproductive."


yeuxpales inquired:
"Church is for brunettes." [From Aleida]

"I suppose Sebastian is the only devout Andrastian in our midst, and he IS brunette… Curious, isn’t it?"


thiskingdomforrp inquired:
”This sounds like the soundtrack to something you’d slit your wrists to. (We should mail it to the Templars)”

"That… is actually a very good idea. Let’s pay the band to go to the Templar quarters and play as loudly as they can. Maybe they’ll drive some of them mad before they remove them from the premises."


lethendralisandvengeance inquired:
"I should tear your eyes out right now, but how would you ever be able to look at yourself in the morning?"

"You’re going for the eyeballs now? I was under the impression you were more interested in my heart.”


thenoblepariah inquired:
"If you don’t move out of the way, I’m going to hit you with this datapad."

"No. Not until you apologize."

Anders planted himself in the doorway in front of Nathaniel, hands on the frame and expression schooled into a vicious glare.

"Hit me and I’ll let Justice throw you across the room."

thenoblepariah:

morefirethanthesun:

Anders shot Nathaniel a vicious side-glare even as he signaled for a glass of water from Brant.

"I suppose there are far worse things to put on a tombstone than ‘death by krogan cuisine’," the biotic replied, voice hoarse - he coughed again, covering his mouth. "God damn.

The mercenary was enjoying every minute of the biotic’s suffering, mostly because he knew the blond wouldn’t die from a bit of overenthusiastic krogan spicing. (It was also the most entertainment he’d had all day that didn’t involve embarrassing physical reactions, so Nate would take what he could get.) Even Brant seemed to be getting a chuckle out of it, though the krogan did at least bring Anders a glass of water. Nothing quite like death to ruin a business.  

"Are you going to make it or do I have to carry you back to Afterlife?" Nate asked between the biotic’s coughs, sounding about as amused as he looked.

Anders downed the water handed to him a little too enthusiastically, somehow avoiding choking in the process of trying to wash the taste out of his mouth. He exhaled loudly when he was done, setting the glass down on the bar and wiping his sleeve across his mouth. He shot Nathaniel another glare at his comment, but it quickly gave way to a bitterly amused laugh.

"Is that an offer? Because I certainly wouldn’t mind you carrying me back to my apartment."

entacher:

"I destroy myself so you can’t."
" I am byesexual as in I’m not interested goodbye."
"Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by."
"I apologize in advance for the way I will hurt you."
"I don’t know anything about you, I just, I really like you."
"I steal jewels." 
"But if you’re burying your feelings deep inside you, you won’t really be you, will you?"
"I used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me, ever."
"Find what you love and let it kill you "
"I should tear your eyes out right now, but how would you ever be able to look at yourself in the morning?"
" I’m going to miss your lips. And everything attached to them."
"And then I wake up and I’m empty! I have nothing!"
"Church is for brunettes." 
"I wanted it as much as you did. I’ve just got a hell of a poker face."
"I have no desire to be kissed by you, or anyone else."
Because you’re dead already! Nobody cares if you die because you’re already dead.”
"Thanks for everything. It’s been a real slice." 
"As you wish."
"You can leave if you want. I’ll remember you."
The plan was to play hard to get, that’s right. I wasn’t just gonna go giving myself away.”
"You don’t know anything about anything!"
I think I made you up inside my head.”
"You were the love of my life and I don’t know, I just thought I was yours too."
This sounds like the soundtrack to something you’d slit your wrists to.”
All I require from you is a slither of a moment. To have you not by force, but simply as a man and a women. “
"Don’t you just get sick and tied of being you?"
Well you know what they say, just get everyone a little bit pregnant. “
"If you don’t move out of the way, I’m going to hit you with this tray."
" So all in all, I’d say you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me."
"I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared… or even noticed."
Because I’m a wild animal.”
"Remember, no trading. You get the pretty one, I get the mess."
That’s cool baby, you know how it is, rockin’ and rollin’ and what not.”

(Source: foxrom)