Alex Marsters (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
allthesame2me) wrote2012-07-20 08:41 am
allthesame2me) wrote2012-07-20 08:41 am
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[Alex has been keeping himself busy with small things and when making clothing isn't enough, he can be found in the kitchens... like now.
True, it doesn't have all the fixings and supplies of home, but there is enough to make do and he's doing just that. There is flour all over his arms and he looks to be weaving bread dough together if you were to happen upon him.
The first thing that might catch your attention, though, even before you see the Were prepping food, is the music. You see, Alex knows all about the limited sources of electricity in the Keep and he currently has his laptop plugged in and his iTunes open.
Right now it sounds like something classical, but it could change in a moment.
Bother the baking werecat?]
True, it doesn't have all the fixings and supplies of home, but there is enough to make do and he's doing just that. There is flour all over his arms and he looks to be weaving bread dough together if you were to happen upon him.
The first thing that might catch your attention, though, even before you see the Were prepping food, is the music. You see, Alex knows all about the limited sources of electricity in the Keep and he currently has his laptop plugged in and his iTunes open.
Right now it sounds like something classical, but it could change in a moment.
Bother the baking werecat?]
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[He sounds so serious about it, too. And... he probably is.]
[Though he does smile a little.]
Oh no, alphabetizing. Whatever shall I do?
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No, don’t say that. [He cups the mages’ face, never moving away from him.] You are worth and good for so much more than that, Anders… [He dips his head so Anders has to look at him.] Your value to me alone is more than that.
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[He says it lightly enough, though, as if it's all a joke. And it might very well be. But after blowing up the entire chantry? Self-worth is a little difficult to hold onto. Especially when you'd fully expected to die afterward.]
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[Though wonderful with flowery language, Alex would much prefer things be told as they are. He wipes at a smear of floor he dotted on Anders' cheek, managing to simply smear it. His grin flashes briefly and he meets the Mages gaze once more.]
Have you eaten, my dashing Mage?