Voice Mail!

[not_every_mage]

-- aste's corset, how do you know when this contraption is working?

Er, hello. This is Anders. Do ... whatever you do when you're talking to one of these things, and I'll respond when I can.

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[OOC: This journal is for RP purposes only. I do not own Anders, Dragon Age, or Toby Regbo.]

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[not_every_mage]

"My hero," Anders said, with a tiny, embarrassed smile. He'd forgotten to call in all the excitement. "Thank you."

[spin_kick_snap]

"No problem," Kathy said, talking to something in the vicinity of Anders' kneecaps. "It's important for at least one of us to be there for her. Even if she has other people she knows on the island, she deserves to have her family with her."

Kathy understood the importance of family.

[not_every_mage]

"She does," Anders agreed, to the air above Kathy's head. "Don't worry. I wouldn't say anything bad about you to her."

Family was important, and Anders believed in playing fair.

[spin_kick_snap]

They sure were having great conversations with various points of not-each-other.

"Thanks," Kathy said. "I mean, I didn't think you would, exactly. I mean, you're not the type..."

But he was also hurt and angry and bitter, or so she was guessing, and that was enough to make anyone not want to play flairly for a bit.

[not_every_mage]

"I'm not, but people do funny things when they're hurt," Anders said bluntly. "But Carys is the important thing. Not -- anything between the two of us."

He was hurt, and angry, and bitter, and one other thing: frightened that Kathy was going to turn into another loss in a life that already seemed too full of them. But it didn't seem like any of that was going to sway Kathy, so he didn't go through it again. (And, if he let him be more fair than he felt like being: Why should it make a difference? What was a lover balanced against an entire city she loved?)

He stood, dusted himself off, and turned to head back to the room.

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy let him go, the weight of guilt and grief heavy on her shoulders. He'd gotten almost to their hotel room door before her head snapped back up and she bounded after him. They were letting one another go, but that didn't mean--

"Anders!" she called. She skidded to a stop next to him, reached out, and tried to pull him in for a kiss goodbye. "I love you," she said. "Whether this changes how you feel, or not, or you're still unsure, I love you. And I just needed you to know that before I let you go."

[not_every_mage]

Anders gave in to his own desires and returned the kiss fiercely.

"I love you too," he said. "But right now, with you making the choice you're making, it's not enough."

[spin_kick_snap]

That kiss. For one long, glorious moment, everything was good and right between them.

And then the kiss was over and the moment ended and they were just two kids standing in a blood-drenched hallway, one leaving, the other staying. "I know," she said. "And I don't blame you for that at all." Honestly, even as much as it hurt, it was probably one of the most mature things she'd ever heard him say. "Thank you for not trying to use love as a way to get me to do what you want."

Her parents wouldn't have hesitated.

"When I come home, we can see what's left. See if there's something we can build on. But even if there isn't, I love you. And you'll always be my best friend."

She gave him a victory-sign and stepped back. "Go shower. I'll get you a portal."

[not_every_mage]

"No, I tried every type of pleading I could think of when I was out here with Dante," Anders said wearily. "Why would bringing love into it work any better?"

He took a few more thoughtful steps. "I'm not making any forever decisions right now," he said. "But when you come home, we can talk about it."

That was the best he could do. Maybe it would be enough. Maybe not. Either way, they'd always be friends.