I have no particular reason for posting this one, other than it’s just one of my favourite pieces of audio in the whole damn game and I felt like indulging myself. It is prompted just after offering Justice the lyrium ring (one of a few potential dialogue trees) and I just… asdkjfsdhs listen to his voice! It’s like offering a child free rein over a candy store. He just can’t believe that this wondrous thing could possibly be his, and that it could be his indefinitely.
Ownership is not something Justice has ever had to consider before, the concept of having something that is solely his and no one else’s. One more step on the road to being ‘not-quite-a-spirit’, but my Warden Commanders are incapable of doing anything but indulging him. Or is it that I’m the one that’s incapable… ah well. Who can deny that precious voice? Just listen to how happy he is!
TAKE ALL MY LYRIUM
NO ANDERS YOU MAY NOT USE THAT LYRIUM POTION IT IS FOR JUSTICE I GAVE YOU A KITTEN NOW BE QUIET
Justice is used to finding Anders asleep at his desk, research half-written on the computer screen before him. The turian would be the first to say that he doesn’t fully understand what the man is trying to prove - all he knows is that it is some sort of research into Element Zero exposure and the effect upon humans, and something to do with L2 biotics.
It’s not really up to Justice to understand the science of it, though. When Anders talks about his work, animated and driven, he spells out a cause that the turian finds honorable, the sort of thing that keeps him at his side to make certain that his research is done. That the clinic is protected and Anders can do what he must.
That the biotic is also a friend…well, that, he comes to realize after some time, is the real reason why he stays around.
After the last Anders confession, I thought about reiterating stuff from my meta essays about the Chantry, but I feel like that would be preaching to the choir, since most people I know on Tumblr have already read all those, anyway. So I’m just going to babble about the Chantry and Anders and Justice instead.
The Chantry, as an overall organization, particularly in regard to its treatment of mages and the management of the Circles of Magi, is completely and utterly broken and in need of reconstruction or reform.
The problem is that it’s too powerful and resistant to change to allow that to happen.
Do people not understand how much power the Chantry has?
Leto learns to survive in a city that is anything but kind. (Alternate Universe, eventual Fenris/Anders. They’re still fairly young here, around the age of ten, so about two years passed since the previous parts.)
E is for Everything
They call a hole in the wall, in the depths of Darktown, home.
A mass of wood long since fallen off its hinges, long since scarred and warped and weathered, slid back and forth as they need it, is a poor imitation of a door. The spoils of the day — food, trinkets to be sold — and a single chair and a single table, a nest of blankets and cloth that passes as a pallet, a bed, are all that count as theirs, here.
It’s unassuming, neatly hidden in its desolation, its plainness, so as to be nearly invisible, but they never have much of a choice; they go where they can, when they can, whatever passes for the illusion of safety.
Everything they are and are not fits inside.
It’s no different for most residents of Darktown.
F is for Fire
The chill is unnatural, unseasonable for Kirkwall — for the Free Marches — but it’s worse when night falls, worse when Leto falls ill.
He’s hot and cold and flushed, and Anders is doing everything he knows how, but with mounds of blankets or none at all, he shivers and coughs and wheezes.
“Just stay here,” Anders says, peering down at him before he goes. “I’m going to try something.”
And he leaves. Leto can’t tell where or how far, his eyes too blurry and his head too heavy. A fitful sleep is the most he can manage like this, the most that he finds.
He wakes to the smell of smoke. Dizziness or not, it’s enough to bring him to his feet in a rush, holding to the walls as his spluttering is made worse, his chest aching.
In the long dormant hearth, he sees it. Flames catching onto piles of old wood.
Flames that come from Anders’ fingertips, that cause an unnatural ripple on the air. Anders looks as startled as he feels.
And he remembers stories about magic and mages and how this city, this place, fears them above all else, but all he can feel is warm — because the room finally is.
He doesn’t understand why Anders approaches so carefully, so slowly, pleading written all over his face, as if Leto is an animal fit to bolt at any moment. “I just— I just wanted to make you feel better. I didn’t know.”
Leto nods, looking between Anders and the hearth, too tired to do little more than rub at his feverish eyes and sit again.
But he isn’t scared. Anders is more than the sum of stories and templars and things adults say.
The weight of Anders sinking beside him isn’t final or defeated. He’s relieved and familiar and the same as he was moments before Leto closed his eyes and slept.
He thinks he should tell him that — that it’s alright — but Leto doesn’t know how, and the tiredness is taking him again. Instead, he listens to the flames and rests, not quite certain how his head comes to rest on Anders’ shoulder.
I’m trying to prove my brothers and group of male co-workers wrong by showing them that yes, girls and other people play video games like Mass Effect. And YES, we want options in video games that affect us as well. So! With that in mind, please either like, reblog, etc(there’s an etc.??) this post so I can gather up as many results as possible. I appreciate it! Thanks!?
I am Female. As for my sexuality, I have no idea. Do they want me to list a few games too? Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Elder Scrolls, Saints Row, GTA, Command & Conquer, Dead Space, Borderlands, Fallout, Left4Dead, Deus Ex. I could go on. Heck if they want I go make a list later. But for now I have places to be.