homemeless | 001. RAIN MEME

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001. RAIN MEME

caught in the rain

it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it

ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it

iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.

>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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[He sighs and his voice is resigned.]

Only because I know you would. Yes, Fenris included. Sebastian as well, even with all his talk about how terribly oppressed he's been and how he understands.

[If they wind up in the caves because of the Elf, though, Anders is going to be annoyed. Then again, he generally is when they're doing things for Fenris and so he's not sure anything would be different.]

Make your guess about how long the rain will last.

[It was a good enough answer for him.]

I will say... Twenty minutes. Twenty-three at most.

[Anders nods, looking up at the sky. He wouldn't mind being trapped out here for a time with Hawke if it wasn't getting later in the day. Soon it would be chilly. All the same, though...]

An hour. I'll go for that hour. It'll be a soggy one, but it could be worse. We could have Templar company.

Either way, I suppose all we can do is get comfortable...

[Not the easiest task. Standing around was going to make their legs cramp up and the ground beneath them wasn't exactly dry at this point. Hawke leans back a bit against the trunk of the tree, crossing his ankles as he makes an attempt to lounge against it.]

Is there enough room for you?

As long as you don't mind being a little close.

[The spot that's left would wind up with his arm against Hawke's, and while that isn't anything particularly intimate, Anders knows full well he'll be aware of every muscle twitch the man has. He also knows he'll be awake for quite some time tonight due to this.]

Otherwise I'll be right underneath the bare patch. Unless you've room to scoot a little more to the side?

[There's a selfish part of Anders that hopes Hawke doesn't have room, but he's not going to force contact on Garrett.]

I don't have much room to work here... But we can't have you getting wet either. [They were wet enough as it was, just from trying to get under this tree in the first place. He uncrossed his arms that he'd just folded together, gesturing for Anders to move in closer.

Nothing wrong with being close to a friend, after all.]

Come here, then. It shouldn't carry on for much longer.

[If Hawke doesn't mind, then Anders isn't about to object further. He nods, moving in and leaning against the tree.]

It probably won't, now.

[Now that he's made a bet it will, and now that he's close to Hawke. Anders knows how his luck goes.]

I've a feeling I may be missing the game tonight at the Hanged Man, what with trying to get dry after this. Some people may be disappointed that I won't be there to lose worse than them.

If this doesn't let up soon, I have a feeling my boots will be wet for days. Missing a few rounds of Wicked Grace at the Hanged Man should be the least of your concerns - I can't imagine how long that coat of yours will take to dry, especially down in Darktown.

[Hawke shifts a bit to get comfortable, arms folded again, one of those arms pressed against Anders' own. He can feel the dampness of Anders' coat from his sleeve, frowning a bit.]

Perhaps you would be better off stopping by my estate? Hang it to dry in front of the fireplace in my sitting room...

[Anders isn't sure if he's imagining it or not, the bit of warmth he thinks he feels from Hawke's arm, and he wonders how many words for idiot there are in the languages he speaks.]

Stopping by...

[It's just concern and he knows it. Further, he really doesn't want to deal with the chances of taking a chill.]

I'd appreciate that, Hawke. Especially as the Clinic's likely on the soggy side. Thank you.

[A thin smile crosses Hawke's face, looking towards his friend as opposed to the sky and their surroundings now. Anders' clinic was likely quite waterlogged, Darktown tended to get a bit messy during heavy downpour. Giving Anders a place to dry off was the least he could offer - but he wasn't about to stop there.

He'd been trying for some time to get Anders to stop by. Hightown wasn't the safest place for a lone apostate to be paying a visit, after all. He needed to relish the opportunity while it lasted.]

And perhaps get a hot meal into you as well.

[Anders looks back at Hawke, meeting the man's gaze. There have always been so many reasons not to drop by before - patients, herbs to distill, a manifesto to work on, the underground to run - but he's already agreed for the sake of drying his coat.

At least if they're eating Anders has less to worry about in the way of temptation. He nods, finally.]

It's your estate, and I'll be your guest. We'll do as you wish. It's not as if I'm starving, though.

[Hawke's expression turns to one of concern, his brow creasing a bit as Anders makes the comment about not starving.]

Try telling my mother that...

[There's the faintest bit of a smile in Anders' eyes and on his lips at that.]

I did. And I can't say she believed me. I haven't been scolded like that since...

[He shakes his head.]

Your mother is quite the woman. And I'm not arguing with her ever again.

[Oh, his poor friend. No wonder Leandra was so adamant that Anders wasn't eating and Hawke should take better care of his friends. He sighs a bit, shifting against that tree, his arm moving against Anders' own before he brought his hand up to rub as his temples.]

You can't win. You aren't eating enough, you don't give the dog the attention he needs, you aren't even trying to give me grandchildren... [He shook his head, bringing his arm down, idly letting it simply rest over Anders' own.]

She's always been quite... Fiery. [Carver took after her in that regard, Bethany too though she didn't quite have the same fervour. He missed them both. Discussions like this were always bittersweet.]

[Anders' voice gets a little sympathetic, even as Hawke's arm winds up being a bit distracting.]

There are some things you simply cannot win, Hawke. Mothers fall into that category. Card games against Isabela do too. [There's a short pause.] Mind, I'm not complaining about your mother. It's simply... different to be confronted by someone determined to care. And scrutinizing your appearance hard enough to likely know what size everything you wear, down to the hair tie.

If she looked over someone that directly in Antiva she'd be wed again, or so I hear.

[Hawke's arm remained on Anders', his hand moving to absent-mindedly pat the back of Anders's own.]

It's in her nature to care... I suppose it's one of the things I inherit from her.

[After the loss of both Carver and Bethany it seemed that his mother had turned her attention to Hawke's companions. Anders didn't eat enough, Fenris and Merrill needed shoes, Isabela looked as though she could use a sweater, Aveline could use a night out be a dear and invite her over, Garrett... Sometimes it seemed only Varric managed to dodge her mothering instinct. And Sebastian. Perhaps his mother assumed the Grand Cleric mothered him enough. He offers up a bit of a smile, eyes still settled on his friend.]

But with luck, this rain will start letting up shortly. If you think she's concerned now, wait until you see how she behaves when someone enters the estate looking like a drowned rat.

[Anders leans his head back against the tree, no longer looking over at Hawke, as his hand is patted. He's bad at bluffing, bad at hiding things on his face sometimes, and he doesn't want to disrupt this moment, no matter how one-sided it is.]

I'd say it's definitely one of the things you inherited. Stubbornness too, but that can be a good trait.

[And really, Leandra isn't so far off on Anders' account. A Grey Warden metabolism, combined with running a free Clinic that barely made enough in donations to afford vials and bandages, meant that Anders did go to bed hungry as often as not. He can feel Hawke's eyes on his face and Anders wishes sometimes that he had the courage to squeeze the man's hand back.]

I'll blame the mabari. Tell her he attacked me and drooled all over me. She'll never believe it, but it might spare me from a lecture.

[Hawke can only let out a tisk, shaking his head as he settles back against the tree with Anders, not yet moving his hand.]

Moses wouldn't do that to you, Anders. Even he knows better than to invoke her wrath - and attacking my apostate house guests in a fury of drool is hardly becoming of him.

[Despite the mabari's tendency to do dignified things such as roll around in filth, eat cockroaches and steal socks, he knew better than to force affection on Hawke's companions.

...Except for that one time he decided he was decidedly smaller than he was and tried to curl up in Sebastian's lap during a thunderstorm.]

Let's just wait here and hope that it lets up soon... So that you don't need to blame my dog for your state.

[The temptation to move his thumb, move anything, and rub Hawke's hand is nearly overpowering, but the cost would likely be Hawke moving his hand away at best. All the same, Anders can't help but move his hand once, slightly, making his fingers fit better into the man's touch.]

He does like drooling. That's an undeniable fact. Though I'll behave and not get Moses in trouble. I don't hate him, though there's just so much... dog to him. Too much.

[Waiting with Hawke and just Hawke. That doesn't happen very often, and for as much as Anders likes some of the others, he prefers this. Even with its just-out-of-reach temptations.]

I'll likely look bedraggled no matter what we do, but waiting it out's a good idea. I'll drip less on the floors.

Bedraggled, perhaps - but ever what will I do if my healer catches a cold?

[He turns his gaze skyward again, dark clouds unrelenting in their downpour. He keeps the contact with Anders' hand, a part of him perhaps enjoying the contact - though he doesn't make any mention of it, nor does he do anything to indicate wanting it to end.]

Certainly can't have that, can we? I won't be having any adventures at all with you out of commission.

[My healer. Hawke's healer. Sure, it isn't like there are people lining up for the title, but there's a slight possessiveness there that makes Anders feel a tiny bit warmer despite the wet all around.]

You'd scold me, no doubt. Or send your mother to do so. And threaten me with being sat on by the dog. If I'm entirely unlucky, have the dog sit on me while Bodahn force-feeds me soup. I'd like to pass on that. If I'm to be force-fed something, I'd like it to be by someone attractive so I get to be distracted while I'm miserable.

[Anders looks up too, shifting against the tree to see and using the excuse to slide his thumb along the side of Hawke's hand.]

I'm sure you'll make do without me. You did before you met me, after all. But I can assure you I've no intentions of winding up out of commission. I don't do well with resting and taking time off.

But if you were... You would prefer someone attractive to feed you?

[Hawke's gaze turns back to Anders, raising an eyebrow as his mouth formed a smirk. That wasn't the only thing that curled though, his fingers lacing with Anders' own.]

I'm certain that could be arranged... [A short pause-] Sandal is rather fond of you. Finds you quite enchanting.

[Anders swallows, looking down at their hands before he dares to look back up at Hawke. It's just some sort of reassurance or teasing, he knows it. This is Hawke, after all. When isn't there teasing?

He gives Hawke a faint smile at the joke, leaning his head back against the tree. Expected follow-up, right on cue.]

As interesting as the boy is, he doesn't exactly fall under my definition of attractive. Unless you're suggesting him sit on my chest in place of the dog, and someone else feeding me. Then it would probably be rather effective. Just remind him that there's no 'boom' in soup.

[All the same, despite the teasing, Anders does the stupid thing and closes his fingers around Hawke's. He can play it off somehow, he's sure. He'll find a way. Maybe he can blame his hands getting cold; everyone knows hands are important to a healer.]

That is precisely why my mother keeps him out of the kitchen now.

[Hawke's eyes glanced at their hands and then quickly back up to Anders' face, as though trying to pretend he didn't notice the way the mage's fingers closed around his. He's been responding favourably so far, it was time to up the ante, just a bit.]

But you've piqued my interest, you know. I'm curious... What do you find attractive? I realize you prefer the person over their body but... There must be some features you find appealing?

[Anders is quiet for a few moments, working to get his thoughts in order. He could wind up driving Hawke away with this, wind up entirely rejected, and Anders treasures their friendship far too much to want to see Hawke walk away. But the man's asking while holding his hand. If ever there was a time to take a risk...]

Dark hair. I've been with people with fair hair before, that's not an exclusive thing, but I'm primarily drawn to dark hair. The ability to smile even when things aren't precisely going well, and joke back with me. Deeper voices in men, voices that aren't too high in women.

[His gaze flickers toward Hawke for a moment before he continues.]

Beards on the men. Callouses on their hands, from plow or blade.

[There's a pause during which Anders deliberately doesn't look at Hawke, doesn't chance it, because he knows exactly how much he likes what he sees.]

...And you?

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