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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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[They're still nauseating, Isabela. They're still standing there holding each other whoops.]

I wasn't soaking wet when I appeared on the deck. It took about five seconds.

[ignoring anything that doesn't entertain her is her special ability]

You know, it's always interesting when you have sailors who'll have sex with each other. You never know when they'll tumble out of a broom closet or what-have-you whenever you open a door.

[it's really kind of hard to ignore the embrace, to your credit]

[He's much warmer now than he had been before, so he's not letting go any time soon. Enjoy that, Isabela.]

So was that a suggestion, or...?

[magic is definitely good for something.]

Maybe she's volunteering to take your shift for you.

Most of them had the sense to pick a time when they're off duty. [the rest learned soon enough. Have a hearty eyeroll as she turns to leave]

If we crash and die, I'm blaming you.

[later, kids]

I can live with that.

[Or not, because if they crashed and died, they'd be dead, and then it wouldn't matter, so honestly, he can't really complain either way.]

[He waits for Isabela to leave before saying anything more. They'll hear about this at breakfast, definitely, but Hawke doesn't seem to care, so neither does he.]

I shouldn't encourage you to be irresponsible, should I?

[...Siiiiiigh.]

I suppose not. I'm good enough at it on my own, after all.

[His arms are still wrapped around Anders, so he gives him a good squeeze before pulling back.]

And you ought to get out of the wet before you catch your death.

[This time, Anders is the one who holds Hawke back from pulling away. Responsibilities or not, cold or not, he isn't ready to end this.]

It isn't as if I'd be able to sleep now anyway.

[So he'll lean in to kiss Hawke again, softly and only lasting a few moments, but he still feels like he has to do it now or he'll lose his chance. It's a little bit hard to believe.]

[...Oh. Well then. If that's how it's going to be, Hawke has no objections. He didn't really want to pull away quite yet anyway. So when Anders kisses him, he readjusts, snugging him close again. Once he's comfortable, he restarts the warming spell against Anders' back, since he'd stopped in his distraction at Isabela's appearance.]

I never said anything about sleep.

My watch ends in an hour.

One hour?

[He really had no idea what time it was. With the clouds covering the sky, it's impossible to tell when exactly he'd woken up. But an hour isn't too long. He leans into Hawke, fighting back a smile.]

I could keep you company during the rest of your watch.

[Hawke doesn't bother to fight the smile that spreads on his own face at that offer.]

I'd like that. A lot.

[reluctantly, Anders pull away a little, keeping only one arm around Hawke. Standing close like that, they wouldn't actually see if anything happened on the ship. He keeps the spell going, though, because it will be too cold for the both of them otherwise.]

I'd prefer not to leave while I still have a hard time believing this.

Does it feel like a dream to you too?

[Yeah, standing close like this really isn't conducive to keeping watch, so he starts to move back to his post, one arm still around Anders' waist. From there things can be seen, and which is also somewhat drier than standing out completely in the rain.]

I did just wake up.

[He can lean his side against Hawke, though, once they're standing by the mast again.]

[Once they're under the mast and out of the worst of the rain, Hawke modifies his spell somewhat, pushing just enough fiery heat into it to start drying Anders' soaked nightshirt. It's easier to stay warm if you're also dry, after all.]

But I haven't slept yet.

[And from the looks of things, he's probably not going to. Tonight, at least.]

[The warmth of that spell is making Anders shiver again, although comfortably so. He lets out a sigh, smiling a little now.]

Maybe you fell asleep on your watch.

In this weather? Doubtful.

[Three years is a long time to get used to a warm manor and a giant four-poster feather bed. He still has trouble going to sleep in the hammocks onboard. Don't tell anyone.]

Are you warm enough?

You could be dreaming the weather as well.

[He's obviously teasing, but well, Hawke is essentially confirming that he has dreamed about this, and maybe that's the ego boost he needs.]

I'm warm. Thank you.

If I were dreaming, it would be much drier, there would be fewer busybodies, and we'd already be tangled together in the sheets.

Not that I'm complaining about this. This is nice, too.

[For now.]

Your dreams have no variations, then?

That depends on what you mean by variation.

The setting is pretty consistent. And the company's always the same.

[His hand starts to wander gently south as Anders' nightshirt continues to steam dry from his spell.]

All bets are off after that, though.

[This time, when he shivers, it definitely has nothing to do with any spell.]

Oh? Are you going to fill me in on any details?

[He leans closer, to whisper directly into Anders' ear]

I'd prefer to demonstrate.

[...Oh, that's not fair. Give him a second here. He clears his throat a little.]

You're still on watch, you know.