Sundermount Shenanigans?

[avisionofhawke]

Things were going just fine right up until the revenant showed up.

Hawke had just been minding her own business, looking for reagents with Anders, Fenris and Sebastian (and wondering what had possessed her to bring that particular trio on this trip). It had been going quite well, she thought. They had found lots of elfroot, at least.

And then the revenant happened, and Hawke had pulled a rookie move. She had leapt without surreptitiously testing the ground she was going to land on first. The last she'd seen of her companions was their horrified expressions as she fell through that thrice-blighted hole.

Needless to say, she wasn't pleased with where she'd ended up.

Ten minutes out of that cavern and she already had no clue where she actually was, other than that she was still on Sundermount. She couldn't even find the cavern entrance again.

Damn it.

Damn it to the Void.

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[cattymage]

What was he even doing in Kirkwall, honestly?

Anders had been seized by a - a fool idea, an idiot idea, he'd been sappy and the Blight had thrown things into chaos and he just kept thinking I want to see him again! even though Karl had warned him time and again that was the exact kind of yearning that would destroy him, so he was hiding on a creepy mountain where the Veil was thin enough to scare off near everybody in creation dithering on whether he'd actually brave Kirkwall or not.

He was leaning to 'or not.' Word from Namaya had finally came; he ought to get to Amaranthine - this was his one real chance at his phylactery, and he couldn't waste it. It'd take what, a week, two? He could do it.

Anyway, with all that preliminary thought process justification over with, our favorite apostate was, guess what, on Sundermount! And, guess what, he was totally fucking lost.

Just because the creepy mountain was a good place to hide didn't mean he could actually navigate the thrice-cursed thing.

[avisionofhawke]

How in the Maker's name had she even gotten to this SIDE of Sundermount?

And what in the Void was that sound over there? She would have to find out if she didn't want whatever it was to get the drop on her...

Wait.

She was saved! A very, VERY familiar blinger head was visible over a bush. Aisling fought to get over to him, thrashing her way through the foliage with a relieved cry of "Anders!"

[cattymage]

oh shit shit SHIT

That familiar head wasted no time in ducking and spinning about to face in her loud, bush-crashing direction -- though with a lot more threatening 'about to lob a fireball' stance than Aisling would have come to expect to have Anders aim at her, well, since that one time they'd first met, actually.

That was awful light armor for a Templar, but the hunter-trackers sometimes were like that; rogue-y types who could move fast and drop a target before they knew what even hit them. He didn't have time to read her expression; otherwise he would have noticed Hawke looked less like she was ready to knock the fear of the Maker into him, more like she was delighted by the very sight of him -- but, oh, what ifs. They do so dog our lives.

"Stop right there! Don't take one step closer."

This is TOTALLY gonna end well

[avisionofhawke]

Aisling drew back in confusion, holding her hands out placatingly. "Take it easy, Anders... It's just me. What were you expecting, another revenant or something? They don't talk in my voice, you know."

He hadn't looked at her like this... since they first met, actually. She pondered the similarities as she carefully freed herself from the branches of the bush. He was Anders, that was for certain, but he seemed different someh-

ANDRASTE'S PET NUG IS THAT AN EARRING

[cattymage]

"Well, that would be lovely and all if I knew just who 'me' was, wouldn't it? Or you, as it were, as you seem to know who I am already."

If he didn't make himself dizzy in between all those pronouns.

[avisionofhawke]

"I'm the Maker's third cousin, twice removed," Aisling sighed. "Who do I look like? By the Void, Anders, surely you can't have actually forgotten your own lover."

This was just grand, wasn't it? Why was he acting this way?

"Wait, is this payback for the way I fell through that hole earlier? I thought you'd at least be relieved to know I'm safe before shifting into 'how dare you do that to me' mode."

[cattymage]

Oh.

A tryst who'd somehow found him in the middle of the bloody Free Marches.

That was somewhat more comforting than 'potential Templar,' for sure, and he knew from experience they never pulled any kind of 'hey, you know me, you remember, right?' gambit; they tended towards Smite first, weird head-games later.

He does drop the 'about to make with the painful zappings' stance, resting his staff against the ground like one would with a walking stick - hey, what the? That wasn't the staff he'd had last time she'd seen him. And not the same clothes, either, though the feathery pauldrons were still there.

She seems rather exasperated with that whole 'can't remember a lick about her' thing, so he figures, a bit of Anders charm until he wings it enough to make it through. Look, he's much less dour, and has a bit of that look when he knows he's going to say something smarmy and is far too pleased with his own material.

"A third cousin! Make sure you say hello to Andraste at that next family reunion for me." See, look, he can snark too. "'Remember that Anders, don't you? He says hi, and maybe to send the Divine a vision to disband the entire Templar order.'"

[avisionofhawke]

Well, this was bloody confusing, so what does Hawke do?

Roll with it, of course.

"Why stop there? I bet I could convince my dear third cousin to have the common idiots that fear mages respect them, instead. But really, love, what in the name of Andraste's knickerweasels is going on, and when did you change clothes? And why have you never worn that earring before?" Yes, she had just quoted something she'd heard Anders say on occasion. He was rubbing off on her... Only natural, she supposed, given the amount of contact (of all sorts) they'd had since she invited him to move in with her.

[cattymage]

"Slow down! Can't keep up with all that interrogating at once. Let's see, ah..."

He pauses, and in a wondering voice,

"One minute! You took my swear. I've never gotten anyone to pick that phrase up." Man, he must have been really good that time. Maybe even busted out the electricity trick, considering how this girl was singing the praises of mages, and of him, in particular; don't think he missed that little love.

He took this moment to give Hawke a real look over. The armor fit well, and she certainly wasn't in shabby shape for herself, other than the charming bits of leaves stuck in her hair from her rush through the foliage towards him. Her hair framed her face in the exact kind of way that always made him want to do silly things, like reach out and tuck it behind an ear or spin a lock around his finger -- if it wasn't for the very likely possibility she was the 'alarmingly over-attached' sort, he'd be tempted. Alright, he was tempted. The woman was a looker, with eyes that burned out at him like a cold fire. ..And was that a tattoo, very faint? Damn, he'd expect to have remembered that.

[avisionofhawke]

Aisling knew Anders well enough by now to know when he was bluffing his way through something (Maker knew he did it often enough when she tried to question him on whether he'd eaten in the past day or two).

"You... really don't remember me, do you?"

Okay, ouch. That actually really hurt to think of. What in the everloving fuck was going on? And where was her Anders? The one that would make her feel better about this whole mess even as he angsted about Justice and how his presence 'endangered her.'

Right.

Like there was anything they couldn't handle together.

This was Anders, but it wasn't. He wasn't acting like the pouty, angsty, sweet, caring lunatic she'd fallen in love with. She didn't understand, and the time had come to 'fess up.

"Please, tell me what's going on. Whatever it is, we can fix it, alright?"

[cattymage]

There was a reason he didn't play Wicked Grace when he wasn't in a mood to lose. "I really don't," he admitted, and in a familiar gesture of general unease, reached his free hand to rub a hand carefully at the roots of his hair, where his ponytail pulled tension on his scalp.

"When was the last time we'd have met? Before the whole popping out of the bushes. "

[avisionofhawke]

"Well, the last I saw of you was a general look of 'Oh, Maker' as I fell through that blasted hole while we were fighting the revenant. That was about... oh, an hour or two ago? But you don't seem to remember that." Aisling began shifting her weight from one foot to the other, feeling awkward.

And yes, hurt that he didn't remember, but there was bound to be an explanation.

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[gaslightmanifesto]

His first instinct had been jump down right after her into the pit, but that blighted bastard Fenris had grabbed him mid-spring, and worst of all, talked sense: they had to get to Hawke, and when they did, they'd likely need a healer that was in one piece.

(The last was said with a very meaningful look and a flex of his gauntlets.)

Part of him wanted to relish, with vindictive joy, that Fenris had been forced once again to admit out loud that the ~mage~ was useful, nigh, integral to survival. That part was very small.

The large bulk of him? Worried out of his skull for Aisling, that's what.

Enter the Brogue

[makernomakeryes]

Sebastian rested a sympathetic hand on Anders' shoulder once the revenant had been dispatched.

"Maker willing, we shall find Hawke before disaster strikes," he said in an attempt to be comforting.

No Sebastian that is not how comfort works just stop

[avisionofhawke]

Aisling was the first to wake when morning came, returning to consciousness slowly enough that, at first, she thought it was her Anders.

She also thought they were still at the bottom of that blasted hole.

"Mmmh... Anders?" she asked as she snuggled closer. "How did you get down here?"

[cattymage]

Sorry, Hawke, but your only answer this time is the light, familiar sound of Anders snoring.

As elegant as Andraste herself in repose!

[avisionofhawke]

Hawke thought about slipping back into whatever dream she'd left, but the sun was shining in (down?) and it kept bothering her. She prodded Anders without opening her eyes, making a slightly irritable noise.

"How'd you get down here without hurting yourself, love?"

She wanted an answer. That much was clear.

[cattymage]

"Nmmmmmmnm."

He recoiled his body slightly at the poked spot, and that was about it.

[avisionofhawke]

Okay, now it was enough to get Aisling to open her eyes.

And realize that she was exactly where she fell asleep, except she and Anders were almost spooning.

She rolled back into a more feasible position for prodding and resumed doing so until she could stir him into some semblance of consciousness.

"Anders, answer something for me."

[cattymage]

Look at that scrunched up brow, c'mon, how can you keep torturing him like this, you're awful. He squirms further from the source of warmth (dammit) because it seems very, very set on all that poking and that's terrible.

"Wuzzit?"

[avisionofhawke]

A tiny spike of guilt jabbed at her, but she needed to know this.

"What does it mean when you fall asleep in a dream and then wake up in the same dream?"

[cattymage]

"Means you're not bloody sleeping, now let me sleep," he whined.

[avisionofhawke]

Hawke tensed up and stared.

"Would you care to repeat that?" she said in the most please tell me I heard wrong voice.

[cattymage]

"It means you're--"

And there it goes, Anders' eyes snapping open as it hits him, too.

"...not dreaming."

[avisionofhawke]

"Nug shit..."

Aisling was torn between jumping away like she'd been stung and possibly shaking the truth out of him, leading to a sort of paralysis that had her staring at him like he'd grown a second head or something.

This was worse than she'd thought.