"Aaah...a researcher. Oh they'll love you." He liked researching fine, but he preferred it when it was his projects and interests. Being asked to take up a project and report his findings chaffed. Mostly just for the asking rather than the work.
"Well, I an assure you my desire to help you had more to do with my liking you than who's an Alpha and who's an Omega. My liking you is what got me into your bed, I don't just crawl into any bed, you know. Especially when I'm being a healer." That, at least, he took seriously.
"As for other Alphas...if there's no Omega around, they're alright. A bit more aggressive and assertive. I need to make sure I don't smell like an Omega when I come in or it can mess with them and make things worse, but it's usually one of three things: aggression, desperate but fine, or sometimes trying to get touchy because they associate the relief I'm giving them with a partner. Most of the time, Alphas and Omegas respond fine to the potions we make, however, so we only go to help those cases that either don't take well to them, are bad in spite of them, or don't get to take the potions in time."
That last bit erradicates anything else Alaric had intended to say or might have said in response to research. He frowns, very faintly. "Which one of those was I?"
That is a fair question, considering the implications of future heats. He shoots a smile over he hopes is supportive. "For now...missed potion. I don't think anyone knew you were so close and stress can certainly play a part. They should be able to get you one next time to ease things...whether or not it'll be effective on you, we'll have to wait to see."
Confusion takes up his expression, as much as the laughter is nice to hear and something he distantly realizes he wants to hear more often...he'd rather know the cause of it. "Two weeks in and the psychosis is spreading, what a shame."
He picked up a stray grape and threw it half-heartedly at Alaric. "Want to share what's so funny?"
Ah...well, alright, still not something he would laugh at, but he could understand a bit more. "Not everyone. The potion isn't even a decade old yet. By all rights, it's new...and, consequently, imperfect, but it's something. How late you're starting it doesn't concern me so much as simple physiology. Some people are allergic to the plant and some simply aren't affected or aren't affected as strongly as needed."
He shrugs a shoulder and grabs more fruit, this time to go in his own mouth rather than as a projectile. "It only works half the time on me, for example. Usually, I just end up extra foggy as well as the rest, but for some people it makes it into a long and unfortunate fever, so it's worth making."
"Well see how it plays out." He still sounds amused, and that has rather a lot to do with how many heats he has had, without it and his expectations of the whole affair. "I do hope it helps, for the record. I'm relatively confident that I am not allergic to anything."
Moving back to incredibly personal questions: "When are you due?"
"If it doesn't take and the next one is as bad, I'll see if they'll let me help you again...if you want." If that was Alaric's 'normal' heat and they'd called him almost immediately, he certainly hoped the potion would at least take the edge off for him. If not, well...
His expression turns back to amused and his brow raises. "You don't pull your punches, do you? Don't even know my birthday, but you want to know about my ruts, how forward." Not that he was actually bothered. "Next month, assuming nothing triggers it early." Travel sometimes, stress from the templars, occasionally, but he could count those occurrences on one hand.
"The thirteenth of Harvestmere." He answers that first because it's easier. A hand came up to scratch at the scruff on his chin. "A couple days. I don't think it's lasted more than three."
He shot a playful smile to Alaric, teasing and dishonest for the honest curiosity behind it. "Will you miss me?"
"I will," he answers, honestly and immediately. No shame there, though he does lighten his tone and expression. "And I may starve to death without you if it's longer than three."
He won't, the last part is a joke. He'll miss Anders for the company and man's simple presence, not the practical advantages
He'll also remember that birthday.
"I broke a guard's nose while I was in heat, once."
"Oh? Perhaps I'll leave stores of food in my room and yours for you before I leave, wouldn't want you to suffer too much without me." He was maybe only half joking about that. There was a particular need in the days leading up to his rut when he found himself lingering around the Omegas he was closest to, wanting to protect and care for them more often. He could easily see that little habit turning towards wanting to care for Alaric while he wasn't around.
"Did they deserve it or was this an accident of flailing limbs?"
"I've been called worse." He says with a shrug. There was very little, he suspected, Alaric could call him that he'd mind too much. Not nothing, but very little.
He shifts so he's leaning forward again, legs crossed and his attention more obviously on Alaric instead of the landscape. "Really? Are you always so aggressive in your heats? You tried to get away from me before."
"What you saw was the least aggressive I have ever been." There are all manner of reasons for this, that amount to emotion and trust and, even, instinct on a number of levels that had never been in play before. "I have a very, very hard time staying in my own mind when I am heat. I was trying to protect you. That wasn't... usually my motivation." Usually it was picking up other people's thoughts and feelings about him, and feeling incredibly threatened.
He... is still looking at the landscape. Somewhat avoidantly.
"Really?" On several levels. It made him more concerned for Alaric and what might come if the potion didn't calm him. Would he lash out at Wynne? One of the Templars? A random Alpha who came to close before he'd been sequestered? It put something sharp in him, something that wanted to hover close and growl warnings to any who got close.
It had been long enough, surely, was this really lingering instinct anymore?
He moves the plates back, not too far to be reached, but out of his way so he can scoot forward and take Alaric's hand. Anders brings it up to his own cheek so he can lean into it and push a smile over the concern and sharp feelings in him. "Is it too forward to say I'm touched...and to find the idea of you being aggressively defensive sort of alluring? Maybe unwise here, but in theory it's something I'd likely enjoy seeing."
Maybe proper Alphas were meant to enjoy Omegas who were demure and also proper, but Anders like bite and edge and he liked the light he could imagine coming to Alaric's eyes when angry.
He looks away from the view and to a much more welcome sight - Anders.
He looks at Anders with total confusion, but still looks at him.
His fingers curl lightly around ANders' because he can and he wants to.
"I think my first assessment of you may have been at least a bit correct." Enjoying seeing Alaric being aggressive? Sounds strange. Yet, somehow, Alaric seems relieved. "And no, I do not imagine it will go over well here. I suppose we'll see what people really think of me very quickly. And how good my self-control can be."
His smile turns from act to honest and he nods a bit as if to say 'fair's fair.' He wished he could say people would be understanding or not judge him for it, but there would always be those people. "I'm certain at least one person will call you feral."
He'd received that whisper for weeks after they'd shipped Karl off, his mood near impossible to be around and his ability to give a fuck about how angry he was acting almost non-existent. "Hopefully, they'll only let you off with chores to be done, but I suppose that depends on who you hit if your self control does fray."
Even a templar punched on the eve of a heat might be forgivable with a slap on the wrist...at least, to those hire up. Depending on who the templar or Alpha was...Anders' expression darkens a touch and his smile falls. He brings Alaric's fingers to his lips and holds his gaze as he speaks. "The circle is a prison, Alaric...it's meant to protect mages and protect non-mages from us, but that's rarely how it's used. Your being an Omega: doubly so...if anyone and I mean anyone tries to press their advantage on you, tell me. I trust you to act in your own defense, but some of them will be smart about it and try to blackmail you so there's no proof...tell me, alright? I won't promise time here will be pleasant, but I want to do what I can to make it easier." His smile returned, small and hesitant and apologetic. "Sorry...I know that must seem out of nowhere, but I've seen too many abuses of mages -Alphas and Omegas both- to leave you unwarned. It's not...horribly prevalent here, but I know it still happens."
Interesting, because he doesn't find it insulting at all. In fact, he finds the description just a bit appealing. Certainly it is better than being called domesticated. ...Actually both of those have some good, some bad, and some accuracy in them.
He tightens his fingers around Anders', gently. "I am under no illusions and have no delusions about what the Circle is. In truth, I expected worse, but I suppose that's the nature of having it used as a threat for so long."
He's not promising Anders to tell Anders anything.
He doesn't promise and it doesn't go unnoticed. Anders doesn't press, there's only so much he can do and if this is not something worth promising to Alaric, then what could he even do to convince him?
If it were reversed, he's not sure he would make any promises either. It wasn't like they owed each other anything.
He squeezed Alaric's hand then let it go to start moving the food that remained from Alaric's plate to his own, then swapped them so the more full plate was back between them and the empty one in his lap.
"If you'd been carted off to some other circle, it might have been worse. I hate this place, but I'll be the first to tell you it's one of the better ones, even with the templars who like to drag you out of bed to wake you, or slap you across the face with full gauntlets on, that's all just standard. I've heard far worse from other places." Find happiness in your gilded cage, at least the gilding was still intact here.
Anders blinks, surprised as he looks back over to Alaric and that anger. There's something delightful in that anger and he hates the thrill he feels for it instantly. It was a cruel thing to feel and he quickly untangled it to set aside.
But...would you look at that, Alaric's eyes did glint when he was angry, sharp and cold as steel...
"Well, no one right now." He waves a hand, tone turning blithe, usually it's just because I 'deserve' it, once after I ran away by swimming across the lake, then the second time I ran away because they accused me of charming that noble I mentioned before -I didn't, he just liked my company- and any of the other times, it's been because I was caught kissing someone, once for getting smart with someone who was touchy, and then another time because I was out of my head and making a scene." That one had been a punch and likely meant to knock him out, but it hadn't quite managed. It had stopped his rage, the lightning jumping from his form a threat to mage and templar alike...that one he might have deserved.
He shrugs a shoulder. He also sort of forgave that one, even if he didn't forgive the act that had caused it all in the first place.
"Gregoir did that last one, the rest have been a few. Ser Morris has been...relocated. Ser Parthin can be a little slap happy, depending on the day and mood, as is Ser Rylock. Really, I think it helps her sleep at night. That or she's in love with me, I haven't really decided."
He shakes his head, brow raising. "Just keep from them, they tend to keep their heads down unless you make yourself noticed.
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"Well, I an assure you my desire to help you had more to do with my liking you than who's an Alpha and who's an Omega. My liking you is what got me into your bed, I don't just crawl into any bed, you know. Especially when I'm being a healer." That, at least, he took seriously.
"As for other Alphas...if there's no Omega around, they're alright. A bit more aggressive and assertive. I need to make sure I don't smell like an Omega when I come in or it can mess with them and make things worse, but it's usually one of three things: aggression, desperate but fine, or sometimes trying to get touchy because they associate the relief I'm giving them with a partner. Most of the time, Alphas and Omegas respond fine to the potions we make, however, so we only go to help those cases that either don't take well to them, are bad in spite of them, or don't get to take the potions in time."
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That last bit erradicates anything else Alaric had intended to say or might have said in response to research. He frowns, very faintly. "Which one of those was I?"
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"Oh, we will certainly see."
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He picked up a stray grape and threw it half-heartedly at Alaric. "Want to share what's so funny?"
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He does stop laughing, though and he certainly answers.
"I was not brought here as a child. Everyone here has had their cycle treated with potions from the time they presented, I assume."
He... has not.
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He shrugs a shoulder and grabs more fruit, this time to go in his own mouth rather than as a projectile. "It only works half the time on me, for example. Usually, I just end up extra foggy as well as the rest, but for some people it makes it into a long and unfortunate fever, so it's worth making."
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Moving back to incredibly personal questions: "When are you due?"
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His expression turns back to amused and his brow raises. "You don't pull your punches, do you? Don't even know my birthday, but you want to know about my ruts, how forward." Not that he was actually bothered. "Next month, assuming nothing triggers it early." Travel sometimes, stress from the templars, occasionally, but he could count those occurrences on one hand.
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He also didn't know what normal for anyone else looked like.
"How long should I expect you to be gone?" A pause and then - "And what is your birthday?" May as well keep punching. He wants to know everything.
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He shot a playful smile to Alaric, teasing and dishonest for the honest curiosity behind it. "Will you miss me?"
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He won't, the last part is a joke. He'll miss Anders for the company and man's simple presence, not the practical advantages
He'll also remember that birthday.
"I broke a guard's nose while I was in heat, once."
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"Did they deserve it or was this an accident of flailing limbs?"
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"It was neither. It was someone getting closer to me than I wanted and me punching them in the face."
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He shifts so he's leaning forward again, legs crossed and his attention more obviously on Alaric instead of the landscape. "Really? Are you always so aggressive in your heats? You tried to get away from me before."
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He... is still looking at the landscape. Somewhat avoidantly.
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It had been long enough, surely, was this really lingering instinct anymore?
He moves the plates back, not too far to be reached, but out of his way so he can scoot forward and take Alaric's hand. Anders brings it up to his own cheek so he can lean into it and push a smile over the concern and sharp feelings in him. "Is it too forward to say I'm touched...and to find the idea of you being aggressively defensive sort of alluring? Maybe unwise here, but in theory it's something I'd likely enjoy seeing."
Maybe proper Alphas were meant to enjoy Omegas who were demure and also proper, but Anders like bite and edge and he liked the light he could imagine coming to Alaric's eyes when angry.
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He looks at Anders with total confusion, but still looks at him.
His fingers curl lightly around ANders' because he can and he wants to.
"I think my first assessment of you may have been at least a bit correct." Enjoying seeing Alaric being aggressive? Sounds strange. Yet, somehow, Alaric seems relieved. "And no, I do not imagine it will go over well here. I suppose we'll see what people really think of me very quickly. And how good my self-control can be."
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He'd received that whisper for weeks after they'd shipped Karl off, his mood near impossible to be around and his ability to give a fuck about how angry he was acting almost non-existent. "Hopefully, they'll only let you off with chores to be done, but I suppose that depends on who you hit if your self control does fray."
Even a templar punched on the eve of a heat might be forgivable with a slap on the wrist...at least, to those hire up. Depending on who the templar or Alpha was...Anders' expression darkens a touch and his smile falls. He brings Alaric's fingers to his lips and holds his gaze as he speaks. "The circle is a prison, Alaric...it's meant to protect mages and protect non-mages from us, but that's rarely how it's used. Your being an Omega: doubly so...if anyone and I mean anyone tries to press their advantage on you, tell me. I trust you to act in your own defense, but some of them will be smart about it and try to blackmail you so there's no proof...tell me, alright? I won't promise time here will be pleasant, but I want to do what I can to make it easier." His smile returned, small and hesitant and apologetic. "Sorry...I know that must seem out of nowhere, but I've seen too many abuses of mages -Alphas and Omegas both- to leave you unwarned. It's not...horribly prevalent here, but I know it still happens."
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Interesting, because he doesn't find it insulting at all. In fact, he finds the description just a bit appealing. Certainly it is better than being called domesticated. ...Actually both of those have some good, some bad, and some accuracy in them.
He tightens his fingers around Anders', gently. "I am under no illusions and have no delusions about what the Circle is. In truth, I expected worse, but I suppose that's the nature of having it used as a threat for so long."
He's not promising Anders to tell Anders anything.
He's kind of an independent dick that way.
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If it were reversed, he's not sure he would make any promises either. It wasn't like they owed each other anything.
He squeezed Alaric's hand then let it go to start moving the food that remained from Alaric's plate to his own, then swapped them so the more full plate was back between them and the empty one in his lap.
"If you'd been carted off to some other circle, it might have been worse. I hate this place, but I'll be the first to tell you it's one of the better ones, even with the templars who like to drag you out of bed to wake you, or slap you across the face with full gauntlets on, that's all just standard. I've heard far worse from other places." Find happiness in your gilded cage, at least the gilding was still intact here.
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He was going to feed it to Anders' but stops.
"Who is slapping you?"
Just instantly angry. Cold anger, but anger.
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But...would you look at that, Alaric's eyes did glint when he was angry, sharp and cold as steel...
"Well, no one right now." He waves a hand, tone turning blithe, usually it's just because I 'deserve' it, once after I ran away by swimming across the lake, then the second time I ran away because they accused me of charming that noble I mentioned before -I didn't, he just liked my company- and any of the other times, it's been because I was caught kissing someone, once for getting smart with someone who was touchy, and then another time because I was out of my head and making a scene." That one had been a punch and likely meant to knock him out, but it hadn't quite managed. It had stopped his rage, the lightning jumping from his form a threat to mage and templar alike...that one he might have deserved.
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Is there going to be a murder? Quite possibly, particularly with the addition of Anders saying that he deserved it.
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"Gregoir did that last one, the rest have been a few. Ser Morris has been...relocated. Ser Parthin can be a little slap happy, depending on the day and mood, as is Ser Rylock. Really, I think it helps her sleep at night. That or she's in love with me, I haven't really decided."
He shakes his head, brow raising. "Just keep from them, they tend to keep their heads down unless you make yourself noticed.
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