Anders (crazycatman) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-10 19:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anders, isabela |
Who: Anders & Isabela
What: Random run in
When: Mid/Late February
Where: Beach in Costa Mesa
Rating: Lowish. Innuendo
Status: Complete upon posting!
Anders had never been happier about Valarnet than when he had found out about the Food Truck Fair in Costa Mesa. After his first week going, he couldn’t wait to go back. It always surprised him how much better food truck food was than regular food. Maybe it was because they only had a small menu, due to the storage size of the trucks, and therefore got very good at making those few things.
Either way, the taco he ate was heavenly. He bought himself a crepe for dessert, but instead of eating it in the crowded fair, he decided to bring it to the beach with him to eat. He didn’t often get to the beach because of his work hours, but he did find it rather nice when he did get the chance to come out. It was relaxing. Peaceful. He wondered if he should bring Tink to the beach at some point.
The only thing that was wrong with the world when it came to food trucks was the total and complete lack of a margarita truck. The Food Truck Fair offered quite the selection of foodstuffs, but there were only so many tacos one could eat without craving liquid refreshment.
Of the alcoholic kind, preferably with fresh limes.
She decided she'd have to rectify that situation the next time she came out. Perhaps margaritas pre-mixed in a flask! But for the time being, it was the perfect hour of the day to catch some sun and munch on some fresh churros. She'd parked herself on a picnic bench a ways back from the beach, and was enjoying the view.
Also, the lack of squirrels with horribly pointy teeth. Kirkwall's beaches were shite.
The sun on his face, the fresh, salty air, the good looking men and women sitting around. Ah yes, this was a good way to spend some free time. He was looking at the people sitting on the beach, and then caught site of a familiar face.
Which was weird, because he could swear that he had never seen that woman before in his life. It hit him a couple seconds later that he had seen her in his dream. He’d been told that a lot of people didn’t necessarily share the same dream, but at least shared the same dream setting. She must have been one of the ones the other woman had mentioned on his Valarnet. She probably wasn’t Alistair, but maybe Isabela? Or someone else entirely?
They hadn’t really exchanged names in his dream. They had just bumped uglies. He was staring, which he knew was kind of awkward, but he had no idea what the etiquette in this situation was. “Hello, I’m Anders. I dreamed about having sex with you.” That probably wouldn’t fly well.
Should he even go and say hi? Or just keep walking? … Or maybe he could keep staring like a creep. That was obviously the best course of action here.
He could just keep staring. Isabela was rather used to that kind of treatment, and she'd chosen to spend most of the day in a white strappy swimsuit with a colorful sari tied around her waist. It showed off the color of her skin nicely, and Bela figured she was bound to have admirers.
In fact, she could feel someone staring at her right that moment. She turned this way and that until her gaze fell upon the handsome blonde man that was staring at her, churro halfway to her mouth. Then she grinned. It was Anders, who she'd already decided was much more fun in this life than her dreams.
And he was also quite dreamy. She waved at him, "Hello, there, you sexy thing you. Do you want some of my churro?"
Well, she either recognized him or she was very friendly. Given his dream, he figured both were equally as likely.
"Absolutely," he said, because first of all, how likely was it that you met the literal girl of your dreams (if not necessarily the figurative one), and also because he loved churros.
"I'm Anders," he said when he got closer.
"I'm Isabela," The woman replied, while breaking off a piece of the churro she'd been nibbling on. Bela might have been shameless in many ways, but she was fair; She broke off half of what was left and handed it over.
"These really are delicious, I might have to go and grab a second helping. Are you here for the food trucks? I saw one that sold Crepes, too, and I'm a big fan of things that are stuffed. Might have to indulge if I'm still hungry."
"So you are the other person who dreams of Thedas that that woman mentioned," Anders said. "I had a dream about you." He took a bite of the churro. He always forgot just how delicious they were until he ate one.
“I am definitely here for the food trucks. They’re always better than restaurants, I find.” And, because he couldn’t let an innuendo like ‘I’m a big fan of things that are stuffed’ pass, he said, “That’s what she said. I’ve actually got one of the crepes from the crepe truck here. Did you want a bite?” He held it out to her. She was already sharing her churros with him, so why not. “It’s nutella and banana.”
"MMM," was Isabela's reply to that. Because it sounded delicious, and because he'd caught on to the innuendo. Anders had been fun in the dream world, at least that one night with him before he became BFF's with some spirit named Justice.
She took a bite of the crepe and rolled her eyes at the taste of it. Which was so delicious that it was absolutely ridiculous, of course, and after she was done chewing she pointed that out, "That's ridiculous. It should be illegal to serve food that tastes that good. We're definitely going to have to make another round, I think. I want one of those all to myself. And what's this about a woman who dreams of Thedas? Do you mean Leliana?"
“Oh no, don’t give them any ideas,” Anders said, only half-joking. “It’s just possible that someone might decide that people aren’t allowed to enjoy food anymore, and pass a law saying just that. I am certainly down for another walkaround.” Anders had a sweet tooth, and there were a ton of other crepe flavours that he had wanted to try. Maybe the strawberry rhubarb.
“I don’t believe we exchanged names.” Thinking about it now, Anders realized he should probably make more of an effort to get people’s names. “Could be Leliana. Former bard who worked with for the Chantry in the dreams?”
"That's Leli alright!" Or Sister Nightingale, as she'd decided to call herself later on. Isabela hadn't actually mentioned to Leliana that she knew about that, yet. She figured it was best not to mention it to Anders, either.
Really, there were a lot of things it was better not to mention to Anders. She wrinkled her nose a bit, "She's the only one of us I know besides me and Alistair. So now there's four of us. Since you're dreaming, too, yeah? Or else you probably wouldn't have mentioned it. Leli just started up with all of that business. I think I'm a bit ahead of you both."
“Yeah, I just started getting these dreams a few weeks ago. So far I’ve escaped from pris - the Circle a bunch of times, been kicked in the head even more times, and had my cat turn into a rage demon and kill three Templars.” There was a touch of pride in his voice at that last point there. “Uh. I didn’t turn my cat into a rage demon, just so we’re clear.”
Anders finished off his crepe, and then began to lick the extra Nutella off his fingers. As much as he loved crepes, they were awfully messy at times. “Shall we start another walkaround of the food trucks?”
"You never mentioned that in the dreams! Ser Pounce-A-Lot turned into a Rage Demon? Was that during that whole Ferelden Circle mess? During the Blight?" Isabela scrunched her nose a bit at the mention of the word. She was still annoyed she'd missed it here in the real world, but not enough to wish for another one.
She hopped down off her picnic table and licked some sugar and cinnamon off her fingers, "All ready, here! Lets attack that crepe truck first."
"Well, we didn't really have much of a conversation in the dreams," Anders said slowly. he perked up at his beloved kitty's name. "Oh, Sir Pounce-a-lot’s in my dreams? That's wonderful! No, no, it wasn't him. Mr. Wiggums. He was the Circle's cat, technically, but we had an understanding." He frowned slightly. The mess with the Fereldan Circle could be great so long as it was just the Templar’s mess, but Anders doubted that was the case. "No, no. No mess with the Fereldan Circle. The Veil was pretty thin because of all the magic, so sometimes things that didn't have the knowledge to fight back just got possessed. And there was a Blight?" Well, that certainly seemed ominous. "I assume that's not like the novels where the dashing young Grey Warden kills a couple of Darkspawn and then beds twice as many women?"
"If I keep eating crepes like this, I'll lose my boyish figure," he joked, but he had zero objections to eating more crepes.
"Shite, I've gone and made a mess of things already." Isabela wrinkled her nose a bit, "I've dreamed a bit ahead of you and I'm confusing it all, now. But the first time we met, that was at The Pearl, yeah? Is that what you've dreamed so far?"
"Didn't mean to spoil you on some details. There was a blight, I heard it wasn't that romantic at all, though I DID get to bed the Warden during it, so I came out on top. Like always." Bela winked at Anders as she turned towards the crepe truck and looked the menu over, "Oooo, custard and strawberry compote. Now I can't choose. But your boyish figure ought to stay intact just fine! We can work it off if it'll make you feel better."
"Yeah, that was the time we met," he said. "I got caught again, got to spend a year in solitary, and then escaped again. Haven't been caught again so far, so that's a plus." He smiled at her. "I'm not too put out about some spoilers. A blight seems like a rather nasty surprise, so I think I'd rather know about it."
He laughed at the bedding the Warden bit. "So, it is like the stories where you slay a few Darkspawn and then lay with some beautiful women." He ordered a strawberry rhubarb crepe for himself, then waited at the window for Isabela to order hers, prepared to pay for both of them. It wasn't something they had discussed, but Anders made a fair amount of money the couple of days that he worked at the hospital, and he enjoyed giving it when he could. "I'm always up for some vigorous exercise after a delicious dessert."
"I'm always up for some vigorous exercise, period." Bela said, winking saucily at her new friend. She stepped up to the window and ordered her own crepe, deciding on the nutella and banana combination after all. The bite she'd taken was too good to ignore.
She dug some money out of her pockets, then, completely unaware that he intended to pay, "You're flattering me in all the right ways, I have to say. But if you're keen on spoilers then I suppose I should say that the blight did horribly messy things to the Circle tower there. I'm not sure if you were in it when it happened, you might have escaped again at that point."
He handed the money for the crepes to the vendor, and then gave her a bit of a wave. “I’ve got it,” he said.
“Well, you make flattery easy,” he said with a chuckle. He frowned a little at hearing with the mess about the Circle. “Well, hopefully things sort themselves out without too many mages being murdered,” he said. He was certainly less concerned with the Templars. To Anders, it seemed that whatever hardships they faced were well deserved. Mages however, didn’t have a choice. While he didn’t agree with the whole blood magic, making deals with demons type dealie, he had to admit that mages who turned that way usually felt like they had no other choice. He couldn’t imagine a mess in the tower have to do with anything other than blood magic and demons, though he supposed that if it happened during a Blight, the problem might be more Darkspawn related.
"Oh, cheers!" Isabela said as an aside, and gratefully took her crepe from the vendor. She stepped away, then, to make room for other people who were anxiously awaiting their food. The crepes were that good that the truck had formed quite a line behind them as they'd been waiting.
"Mmm. Well, according to my knowledge, they actually avoided having one of those circle 'cleansing' things. That Warden came in to help and cleaned the mess all up for them. A bunch of mages helped in the Battle of Denerim later on, so I imagine enough of them were left over, yeah? Which is good. There's a lot to do with Mages and Templars being wankers in my dreams, but I'm sure you know all about that, since you are one."
“The Right of Annulment?” Anders asked. For all his hatred of the Templars, he had to admit that it had been on the table. Especially since Irvine and Greagoir seemed to be kind of friends - friends who didn’t especially like each other, but friends nevertheless. He wished that his dream self had paid more attention to things like the Right (no matter how fun pranks on the Templars and quickies in the hallway were), but he thought he had learned that it had been performed less than 20 times in the previous 700 years. He was sure that none of those times were truly justified, since he found it hard to believe that every mage in a tower could be corrupted, but at least he knew it was something only used in times of great duress, unlike the Rite of Tranquility. “I guess things must have been pretty bad if it was on the table. I’m glad it didn’t happen though.”
He took a bite of his crepe. It was a little disappointing - not nearly as good as strawberry rhubarb pie. It was still pretty good though. “Templars are definitely the bigger wankers,” Anders said, and then was forced to admit, “I mean, if you discount the blood mages.”
"Yeah, that thing!" Isabela nodded her head a few times, then grabbed another bite of her crepe. It was too delicious not to devour nearly immediately, and it took every ounce of her self control not to shove it all in her mouth.
"Well apparently there were abominations all over the circle tower and they'd turned the top floor into a demon spawning ground, and I think the First Enchanter almost died? It sounded bad to me, but I'm never about killing everything just because a few things've gone and pissed you off. What I've seen of the dream world leads me to think that the blood mages are definitely the biggest wankers. But the templars aren't really winning an congeniality contests, either. Though I do think they'd be amazing in the sack."
Anders rolled his eyes. “I will never understand why some mages think that making deals with demons is going to win them any points.” “‘Oh no, people of Thedas,’” he said in a mocking kind of voice, “‘We should be apart from the circle, and you shouldn’t fear us. Oh, don’t mind the scales, I’m just feeling a little abomination-y today.’ I guess it’s one thing if you get tricked into it, because demons can be remarkably convincing, but when you make a deal for blood magic, you know you’re talking to a demon.”
He contemplated Templars in the sack for a moment. “You know, I’m pretty sure they’d be into some weird shit.”
Isabela darted her eyes to the side for a moment as Anders spoke. It was very, very easy to be convinced by a demon. One had offered her a ship once, a gigantic boat. She still remembered saying 'I like big boats, I cannot lie'. It was more fun to contemplate Templars in the sack than dwell on that, though, and she grinned crookedly.
"Aye, they probably are. And all that repressed passion! Knowing you're being very very naughty and suddenly you're allowed to and it's alright. I bet some of them are into things like bondage. Ooo, that's hot. It's a shame I never got the chance with one in the dream world. I suppose I won't get one here, either."
“Bondage and roleplaying, no doubt. If you did end up bedding one, I’m sure they’d have you in manacles and pretending to be a mage.” He gave a bit of a shudder. He didn’t have anything against roleplaying or bondage at all, but the thought of having sex with a Templar made his skin crawl. It actually kind of surprised him that there was anyone who would willingly want that. “I certainly hope no Templars show up here.”
He wondered how that would work. There were, apparently, a lot of people who could do magic here. If Templars showed up, would they try to lock up everyone? Or just the people from Thedas? Would they be forced to admit that there was nothing they could do?
For Isabela, anyone and everything was on the table. At least once, just to experience it. She had few boundaries and Templars certainly weren't one of them. But of course, that was probably because she simply saw them as men. Horribly repressed men.
Not jailors for mages, though they certainly were. And she couldn't want them around, not when people like Anders were here. And not just because of what Anders might do. She liked him, too, "I don't want them here either, for everyone's sake. Too many magic users and such about, and we don't need another circle, or someone running about trying to hurt you all. Even if it did mean that I'd have the chance at completely wild sex."
He was beginning to understand that there were far less people who would side with a mage over the Templars in his world, and so when Isabela mentioned that she didn’t want the Templars around, Anders gave her a grateful smile.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances for completely wild sex, with or without a Templar,” he said. “This entire county seems wild enough that I’d guess that vanilla sex would be harder to come by.”
His smile made her grin at him, "Oh I'm sure I'll have plenty of chances at wild sex, anyway. I've already had quite a few! Not that that's the only thing about me, of course, but it's a very important part of my life. I'm not ashamed to admit it!"
He seemed a little disappointed with his new crepe, and Isabela glanced in the direction of the food truck area, "D'you want to go back and get something else? OR we could walk a bit and work these off while you tell me all about your life. I've got some wild stories of my own I don't mind sharing."
“I don’t think anyone should be ashamed to admit it,” Anders said, and managed enough self-control to not go off on a rant about the Catholic Church and their bizarre ideas about sex.
“I’m okay with this crepe,” he said. “It’s good. Not as good as I had hoped it would be, but pretty good nonetheless.”
Anders laughed. “I’d be happy to walk and hear your stories though.” Anders had a few, most of which took place right when he started college and had a ton of newfound freedom that he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with, but most of them involved political rallies and protests. If she was willing to hear all about how he travelled to Italy when he was 17 for the 27th G8 Summit he’d be happy to tell her all about it.