He would not carry another dead body of someone he loved to Soldier’s Peak.
Whatever happened, whatever sacrifice he had to make, it would not happen again.
He watched in horror as the shard shot out and pierced Lana’s hand. They should have never come here. They should have let other people handle it, for once. Lana’s life and limb should not be on the chopping block yet again for Ferelden. What had Ferelden ever truly done for either of them anyhow?
He moved towards her just as her magic whipped out. He lifted his hand to push it away from him and Elanna and watched as the lyric around them crackled with electricity.
This was just getting better and better, wasn’t it.
He moved even swiftly to Lana’s side and took her hand in his before she even had to ask, his eyes traced the black lines along his arm and he furrowed his brow. Some sort of poison from the lyrium, some sort of corruption from it. He’d seen red templars and this was similar. He frowned slightly.
He didn’t wait for her answer this time, because it wasn’t a question really. Always sort of lanky, his tall frame hid some lean muscle, honed even more since he started working avidly with the griffons. He slung his staff back on his back and swept Lana in his arms.
~Anders watches in abject horror as Lana is injured and then subsequently turns the place into a game of high stakes Operation.
~ States the obvious of not touching the lightning lyrium
~He looks at Lana’s wound and determines there’s some sort of spreading corruption, doesn’t trust his magic so close to the lyrium and suggests, again, that they gtfo.
~Scoops Lana into his arms because he doesn’t trust her not to find more trouble on her own and starts heading for the rope.
Whatever happened, whatever sacrifice he had to make, it would not happen again.
He watched in horror as the shard shot out and pierced Lana’s hand. They should have never come here. They should have let other people handle it, for once. Lana’s life and limb should not be on the chopping block yet again for Ferelden. What had Ferelden ever truly done for either of them anyhow?
He moved towards her just as her magic whipped out. He lifted his hand to push it away from him and Elanna and watched as the lyric around them crackled with electricity.
This was just getting better and better, wasn’t it.
You know how I said don’t touch the lyrium before. Now I really wouldn’t touch it.
He moved even swiftly to Lana’s side and took her hand in his before she even had to ask, his eyes traced the black lines along his arm and he furrowed his brow. Some sort of poison from the lyrium, some sort of corruption from it. He’d seen red templars and this was similar. He frowned slightly.
I think if I heal the wound as is we’ll trap the corruption. I’ll need to potentially see if I can pull it out of your blood stream first.. I need to get that out first, but…he looked around at the lyrium,
I’d rather do this topside if you don’t mind, Lana dear.
He didn’t wait for her answer this time, because it wasn’t a question really. Always sort of lanky, his tall frame hid some lean muscle, honed even more since he started working avidly with the griffons. He slung his staff back on his back and swept Lana in his arms.
Shall we head back to the rope?he asked Elanna and then looked down at his dearest friend, trying to hide his gnawing concern and worry behind a slight smirk and joking attitude,
And before you protest… I’m aware you can probably walk but I don’t trust you not to get in more trouble.
tldr;
~Anders watches in abject horror as Lana is injured and then subsequently turns the place into a game of high stakes Operation.
~ States the obvious of not touching the lightning lyrium
~He looks at Lana’s wound and determines there’s some sort of spreading corruption, doesn’t trust his magic so close to the lyrium and suggests, again, that they gtfo.
~Scoops Lana into his arms because he doesn’t trust her not to find more trouble on her own and starts heading for the rope.
02-01-2024, 09:12 AM
