[Velanna would never talk about that. If she'd rolled her eyes any harder, the rest of them would have been on hands and knees searching for them.]
Oghren? Jonas? Certainly not Nate. Unless that came up somehow.
[He shouldn't hold dear the fact that before Justice he'd been someone people talked about in a positive way, he shouldn't miss that horribly, but he does. Finding out someone had spoken of that... He almost hopes that it wasn't Nate, that someone else had appreciated him enough for that. Once he'd been free and full of hope, and while that part of him is long gone, sometimes he feels its lack.
There's a little sadness to his smile, and he's glad that Zevran's leaning against him now, less able to see his expression.]
And I've never been to Antiva. I'll enjoy the little slice of it. There won't be anything Anders to the building, though, because that was a dry heat, far from a humic one.
Jonas when he wrote of you and his new band of misfits. We exchanged letters often those first few years.
[ He crackles a soft laugh, thinking back to how bizarre it'd been to get the royal seal and everything-
for sketches of a dance with stick figures and an underlined statement that 'you'd like him, Zev'. ]
He was sad I was not in the country as we would have gotten along. Told me I missed out on another round with a Broodmother and bone skeleton and whatnot. I am not entirely sad to have missed it myself- but perhaps meeting you sooner would have been worth it.
One day I shall take you- and it won't be awful. Show you the city I love.
[It would have been entertaining, that's for certain. But if they were friends here after meeting back then, he'd be left wondering what he is with Nate - if he's liked because of who he is now, or who he once was. It's all right that they've met now. That Zevran accepts him as he is.]
I'd like to see it. I'd like to see so much more of the world than I have. I could be the most-traveled mage in hundreds of years.
[He may already be, truth be told.]
To be surpassed by this next generation, I hope. I hope so much.
I must ask, though- because he did make sketches but Jonas, yes, he is no great artist. What does the spicy shimmy look like?
[ Lighter things, easier things. Zevran tips his face up to peer at Anders, all wide eyed innocence and curiosity. Truly it is his best impression of Merrill possible. ]
Would you show me?
[ The rest- the traveling, the hope, the seeing of Antiva- he can say nothing for or against it, only squeeze Ander's hand. It is good to hope, truly. ]
Are you sure it wouldn't be a disappointment after so many years of wondering? By now you've probably come up with far better versions of it than I could ever provide.
[It had been a goofy, in-the-moment invention made necessary by his need of deflection. He's fairly sure there had been waggled fingers and eyebrows. And some steps. And a little hum.
He may be stalling.]
I'm not even sure I remember...
[And yet Zevran looks so hopeful. At least he knows any laughter from the elf won't be mocking. Anders gets up with a sigh.]
I think it started like this.
[Plenty of waggling. Fingers, eyebrows, and hips. The man he was is mostly lost, but there are remnants.]
It has been so long since you last? A shame. We must give you reason to employ this stunning maneuver more often.
[ It isn't terribly sensual. It isn't terribly skilled- but it's hilarious. It's fun. And it is all too easy to imagine a younger man, a lighter man doing so.
Treating this with all due seriousness Zevran stands and mirrors Anders as best he can. Waggling eyebrows, fingers, rolling hips. ]
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:33 am (UTC)What... Who?
[Velanna would never talk about that. If she'd rolled her eyes any harder, the rest of them would have been on hands and knees searching for them.]
Oghren? Jonas? Certainly not Nate. Unless that came up somehow.
[He shouldn't hold dear the fact that before Justice he'd been someone people talked about in a positive way, he shouldn't miss that horribly, but he does. Finding out someone had spoken of that... He almost hopes that it wasn't Nate, that someone else had appreciated him enough for that. Once he'd been free and full of hope, and while that part of him is long gone, sometimes he feels its lack.
There's a little sadness to his smile, and he's glad that Zevran's leaning against him now, less able to see his expression.]
And I've never been to Antiva. I'll enjoy the little slice of it. There won't be anything Anders to the building, though, because that was a dry heat, far from a humic one.
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:37 am (UTC)[ He crackles a soft laugh, thinking back to how bizarre it'd been to get the royal seal and everything-
for sketches of a dance with stick figures and an underlined statement that 'you'd like him, Zev'. ]
He was sad I was not in the country as we would have gotten along. Told me I missed out on another round with a Broodmother and bone skeleton and whatnot. I am not entirely sad to have missed it myself- but perhaps meeting you sooner would have been worth it.
One day I shall take you- and it won't be awful. Show you the city I love.
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:55 am (UTC)[It would have been entertaining, that's for certain. But if they were friends here after meeting back then, he'd be left wondering what he is with Nate - if he's liked because of who he is now, or who he once was. It's all right that they've met now. That Zevran accepts him as he is.]
I'd like to see it. I'd like to see so much more of the world than I have. I could be the most-traveled mage in hundreds of years.
[He may already be, truth be told.]
To be surpassed by this next generation, I hope. I hope so much.
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:59 am (UTC)[ Lighter things, easier things. Zevran tips his face up to peer at Anders, all wide eyed innocence and curiosity. Truly it is his best impression of Merrill possible. ]
Would you show me?
[ The rest- the traveling, the hope, the seeing of Antiva- he can say nothing for or against it, only squeeze Ander's hand. It is good to hope, truly. ]
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:31 pm (UTC)[It had been a goofy, in-the-moment invention made necessary by his need of deflection. He's fairly sure there had been waggled fingers and eyebrows. And some steps. And a little hum.
He may be stalling.]
I'm not even sure I remember...
[And yet Zevran looks so hopeful. At least he knows any laughter from the elf won't be mocking. Anders gets up with a sigh.]
I think it started like this.
[Plenty of waggling. Fingers, eyebrows, and hips. The man he was is mostly lost, but there are remnants.]
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:43 pm (UTC)[ It isn't terribly sensual. It isn't terribly skilled- but it's hilarious. It's fun. And it is all too easy to imagine a younger man, a lighter man doing so.
Treating this with all due seriousness Zevran stands and mirrors Anders as best he can. Waggling eyebrows, fingers, rolling hips. ]
Like this?
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:51 pm (UTC)[It's echoed so very dryly.]
That's certainly one word for it. And yes. That's it in its ridiculousness. Now you can tell me how disappointed you are.
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Date: 2016-04-29 10:57 pm (UTC)[ One last little wriggle, one last little shimmy of his shoulders before he tips over to fall against Anders with a laugh. ]
Not disappointed at all. Why would I be disappointed?
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Date: 2016-04-29 11:32 pm (UTC)[And pleased. Touched. They're ridiculous and he can feel Justice's disdain for it, but Zevran at least had enjoyed himself.]
Because it's a shimmy, but hardly spicy. And it's hard to imagine how Jonas described it to you.
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Date: 2016-04-30 01:57 am (UTC)[ Usually in a way that leaves him quite attractive or desirable but, on occasion, he is content to pay the clown. ]
Jonas drew stick figures of a noodly mage shaking at a snickering dwarf. It was a little difficult to pick out.
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Date: 2016-04-30 04:37 am (UTC)[He cuts off the fake outrage.]
All right. I was noodly. Scrawny, but still pretty. and talented.I was... I was someone so much different from who I am now.
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Date: 2016-04-30 05:31 am (UTC)[ Zevran smirks, hooking an arm around Anders' waist to tug him in for an easy embrace. ]
And you are always pretty, Anders.
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Date: 2016-05-01 03:07 am (UTC)A decade does.
[And more than the time, but that goes unsaid.]
I'll endeavour to stay pretty, but I'm sure if I slip up again you'll be there to help. I can't be allowed to assault your sensibilities again.