How do you imagine Anders first kiss with Karl to be?
I can imagine it a million different ways, dear Anon âĽď¸ but I did write a little fic for you while on the plane
As Fate Would Have It (1034 words)
Kanders, Anders x others (flings), T, unwanted kisses, wanted kisses, age gap, circle boyfriends, a little bit of canonical sadness
If someone asked, Anders isnât sure what he would consider as his first kiss.Â
Thereâs his actual first kiss â the first time his lips ever met anotherâs â at the young age of six years old. His village was a small backwater valley in the middle of Fereldenâs countryside, far away from everything and everyone. But by a small mercy from the Maker himself, there were a handful of other children around his age to grow and play with. Until he was old enough to work the field with his father, he spent his days trapezing through the rocks and mud with a group of his peers.
If he recalls correctly, Violeta was her name, a girl with brunette braids just a scant few months older than he. She was a menace â both in personality and in playstyle. She often led the small group of children playing in the pastures, creating make-believe scenarios for all to follow, assigning roles to everyone despite their wishes. Anders never had planned on sharing a kiss with her, especially at six years of age, but she had other plans. He never thought much of it as a child, nor as an adult now that it comes to mind. But he supposes her shoving him up against a tree and planting her lips on his would count as a first kiss, even though they were simply playing house at the time.
Then thereâs another instance a little further into his childhood. He was barely fourteen and had only been in Kinloch Hold for just over a year or so. But still, it was long enough for him to catch on to the towerâs shared hobby of incessant but hollow courtship. Love and romance meant nothing behind those walls, save for entertainment in lieu of nothing to do. Apprentices constantly changed the object of their affections by the day, if not by the hour, and the enchanters were no better than the teens they often condemned. Flirting, touching, kissing â it was all just part of the game they played to distract themselves from the cruel reality in which they lived. It was a dance delicately played among the captured, though the real thing was far beyond their reach.
Perhaps his first kiss â that is, the first kiss he wanted â would be the one with Jamil, a fiery elemental apprentice just one year older than him. They had been eyeing each other all throughout the week, electricity building between them with heated stares and subtle hints peppered into their very public conversations. The dance they played was fun while it lasted, teasing each other until they were ready to snap beneath the tension of craving and youthful seduction. It didnât take long for them to wind up in a broom closet together, hands searching, clutching, groping each other without going much further in risk of being caught. Not that they had much to worry about, seeing as they quickly lost interest in each other once they had satisfied the novelty.
Either situation might count as his first kiss, but in his heart, Anders knows the answer.
The first kiss he wanted, the first kiss that mattered, was his first kiss with Karl Thekla â the man who changed everything. Unlike the other memories shrouded in a hazy fog of time, he can remember it like it was yesterday, down to the smallest detail. The familiar musty scent of thousands of yellowing parchment pages filling the eastern library, how the cold of the stone flooring seeped through the soles of his thin leather slippers, the way the scant rays of the dwindling sun filtered through the high narrow windows and caught on the dust floating in the stale air like a slow flurry of snow.