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[onetrackminds]

Who: The crew of the Oargy
Where: On the ship! They're in the North East currently, near Himmelen, but that may change.
When: All of March
What: Everything.
Warnings: None yet! I'll edit if it becomes necessary, which is likely.
Style: You choose.
Status: closed

[ooc: Everyone behave, now. Or, you know, not.]

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on the deck, at night

[onetrackminds]

[The crew quarters of the Oargy are cramped, sometimes a bit smelly, and always a little noisy, and there are plenty of reasons why someone might be woken up in the middle of the night. This time, though, it's the old favourite: a bad dream.

Truthfully, though, Anders doesn't even remember it now that he's awake. He might have just rolled over and gone back to sleep, if not for the sound of rain pattering against the deck of the ship. He glances around to make sure he hasn't woken anyone else yet, and then carefully lowers himself to the floor, trying to move as quietly as possible. It helps that he isn't wearing boots, but only once he's out of the room does he relax again.

He heads up on the deck; it's cold, but he doesn't particularly care. It doesn't worry him that his sleepwear is getting wet, either. Rain always makes him smile, and he simply heads for the railing, to lean against it and stare out towards the empty ocean. It's nice; it's quiet. It's the kind of weather you can never experience while locked inside an old tower, and that might be years ago, but he still has no intention of missing this now.]

[shipper_on_deck]

[looks like it's her watch, at this time of the night]

You know, I wouldn't mind if you'd like to take over for me.

[she's by the helm, just keeping an eye on things.]

[onetrackminds]

[he turns towards her, briefly shielding his face with an arm, for all the good it does.]

You look half-drowned. Some warmer clothes might help, you know.

[says the one in his sleepwear.]

[shipper_on_deck]

At least I know how to swim. [a quip, but then she grumbles.] Some better weather might be nice.

[onetrackminds]

I don't know much about sailing, but I think if you have to swim on deck, it's time to abandon ship. And I like rain.

[shipper_on_deck]

[...that gets a chuckle] What, for all you know we sailors could be racing in that. The first one to make a lap, fore and aft, wins.

[onetrackminds]

If that's what sailors did, you would have made Hawke do it already. While naked, probably.

[shipper_on_deck]

....That is the best idea I've ever heard from you. Thank you, Anders.

[onetrackminds]

[hey, she'll get a smile for that.]

You might want to wait until the weather clears. You'll see better, then.

[selfmadewoman]

[The female Hawke is still getting used to everything. She hasn't slept in a ship for years and, then, she never saw the ocean, really. So, she's still awake at this hour, looking out at the sea.

When she sees someone else come up on deck, she's quiet for a moment. It's Anders. Which leads to her just watching for a moment.

Finally, she crosses the deck, stopping several steps away to warn for her presence. Just because she doesn't like being snuck up on, so she's careful not to do it to her companions.]

Anders.

Beautiful night, isn't it?

[onetrackminds]

[he turns towards her, a little surprised. He hadn't expected anyone else to be awake at this time, and for a second he worries he woke her. But by the drenched state of her clothes, she's been here a while.

He offers a friendly smile... which is cut off half a second later by a yawn.]

Hawke. [...it's still weird, calling her that, but.] So I'm not the only one who likes the rain? Or couldn't you sleep?

[selfmadewoman]

The rain's different here than in Kirkwall. Actually feels like it's refreshing.

[She can't help but smile and lean against the railing near him. It's strange that he doesn't know her... but he's still Anders. It's more than she'd expected when she'd woken up here.]

Kirkwall? It's just... It just accents the grime.

...And I can't sleep. Never really been on a ship before.

[onetrackminds]

At least rain in Kirkwall meant some of the stench might get flushed out of the sewers.

[It's a bit different, living in darktown to living anywhere else in the city. He didn't always get to see the rain even there... although Hawke dragged him out often enough, when he needed a healer.

In some ways though, being here is definitely an improvement.]

I had trouble at first, too. You'll get used to it. I could make you some tea that might calm you?

[one thing he does miss, though, is access to familiar herbs, which might mean he could offer something more useful.]

[selfmadewoman]

I'm fine. Just... getting used to it.

[She smiled a bit. This wasn't the same Anders who'd sit up with her some nights when she couldn't sleep. Whether it was walking the streets and taking on some stupid gangs that thought two mages out at night would be easy to take on.

But he sounded like him. Maybe she could even get used to him, get him used to her.

Which--]

Oh. I didn't see you earlier, but. I found your sickbay. I brought some bandages, left them there. Isabela said you needed more.

Anything you need next time we're at a port?

[onetrackminds]

[he looks a bit surprised at that.]

Thank you. According to Isabela I don't talk about anything else, but we should be well stocked for now.

[since he doesn't have an entire clinic of sick and injured people, using his magic on everyone won't drain him - the bandages are mainly there for emergencies.

He thinks for a moment, though.]

I was thinking I'd find a book on herbs. I can't find elfroot or anything I know here, so I can't make health poultices.

[selfmadewoman]

...Books on herbs and herbs if I can get 'em, check.

[Because no healing poultices? Bad. Very, very bad.

Because healing magic only works so quickly, and she doesn't have any. So that? That is bad, bad, bad.]

I'll see what I can do.

[onetrackminds]

We should be nearing an island called Himmelen soon. All I know is that they're supposed to have good beer.

[he doesn't really care about that these days, but it was important to Hawke and Isabela, and it might be important to her. Plus, it will give them all a chance to do some shopping.]

I'm guessing Isabela might have filled you in, though.

[hawkethat]

[Hawke had got stuck with night watch duty, so he had been kind of sulkily hunched under a hood beneath the mast, trying to keep the cold rain off the back of his neck. When he observes Anders wander up onto the deck in nothing but his night shirt, he doesn't immediately call out to him, curious for the moment to simply watch.

Which may or may not have something to do with how quickly the rain is soaking through the thin fabric of Anders' shirt and causing it to cling to the body underneath.

After a few minutes of quiet voyeurism, however, Hawke shuffles out of his not-very-sheltery shelter and joins Anders by the rail.]

Lovely weather tonight, isn't it?

[Said Hawke sarcastically.]

[onetrackminds]

[Anders has already crossed his arms across his chest, wondering if maybe he should have grabbed a jacket before heading out. It's cold, but at least he can head back inside if it gets too much.

He jumps a little as Hawke speaks, the sound of him approaching having been covered by the falling rain. He smiles, though.]

I like the rain.

[a small shrug.]

You look freezing, though.

[hawkethat]

Just a bit cold, yes.

[Just a little. Thank the Maker for fire spells, because otherwise he's sure his fingers and toes would be numb from the cold.]

Do you have some secret to staying warm in a soaking wet nightshirt, or are you just better at ignoring it than I am?

[Speaking of soaking wet nightshirts, Hawke's not leering at all, nope. Not even a little bit.

...Well.

Maybe a little bit.]

[onetrackminds]

I haven't been out here that long.

[Although it is cold, and he's noticing that. But he enjoys the rain enough for it to be worth enjoying, and Hawke's company is just another excuse to stay.

He raises an eyebrow at the leering, though.]

Are you trying to make me self-conscious?

[Even so, he steps closer, reaching up to gently place a hand on Hawke's elbow. The light glow is clearly visible, glinting off the rain, as he begins to cast a spell. Warmth spreads from his touch and to Hawke, hopefully helping at least a litte.]

[hawkethat]

Of course not. I'm trying to undress you with my eyes.

[Those are totally different things, right? Right!

And then Anders steps closer and places a hand on Hawke's elbow, and Hawke is shivering for reasons completely unrelated to the cold. The gentle warmth that spreads from the point of contact is very welcome, and Hawke reaches up to cover Anders' hand with his, hoping to encourage the contact to last a little longer.]

...You're very good at that.

[The warming spell thing, not the sexy thing. Although he's good at the sexy thing, too.]

[onetrackminds]

[There's a second before Anders responds to that. Not because it bothers him, or particularly surprises him by now - although he does keep expecting Hawke to eventually lose interest - but because he wants it all too much. Hawke has spent so long trying to seduce him, except it has never really been necessary.

Except, of course, he knows that he shouldn't.]

I don't think that's really necessary, as wet as I am.

[He's aware of it, and it doesn't bother him. He focuses on the spell, though, lifting his other hand to Hawke's opposite elbow, warming him faster now from two separate points.]

You can probably cast the spell yourself. It's fairly simple.

[hawkethat]

I won't lie, it is much easier when it's raining.

[Except he's stopped leering for the time being to watch Anders' face instead.]

I was using a different one. This one works much better.

[Mostly because it's Anders casting it, but shhh]

[onetrackminds]

I probably should have put on more clothes before coming out here.

[Even if that would have ruined Hawke's view.]

Which one were you using?