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do you know how many people would hit anders tho :/

psy-changeling series | tamsyn ryder  → portrayed by alyssa milano 

amazing

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The night her mother dies, Anders comes to her and promises to stay with her for whatever she may need him for. She ends up crying herself to sleep in his arms when her emotions finally get the better of her, not even sure why she’s crying so much despite the events earlier that night. It feels like she’s crying for everything; Carver and Bethany and her mother and everything that has been stolen from their family since the damned Blight. But soon the tears give way to exhaustion and she falls asleep, curled up beside her lover as though he is the only thing standing between her and the world that seems Fade-bent on slowly destroying her.

But even in her dreams she finds no rest. Her mind is plagued by images of the necromancer’s lair, but instead of the horrific patchwork thrall her mother had become a part of, it’s Anders. His usually warm eyes stare blankly at her as he stumbles to his feet, and Talia feels sick to her stomach. This isn’t like when she’s seen Justice take him over; there is no life in that shell at all. She knows it’s nothing more than a cruel trick of the Fade – he’d been with her, he’d helped her kill the necromancer and had silently guided her back to the estate with an arm around her shoulder when she’d felt like she was about to fall apart – but a choked cry still claws its way up her throat. She swings her staff around to bring a lightning spell to bear on the monster who had taken all she had left in the world, but he’s long gone and Anders is falling forward into her arms and she can feel the magic keeping him tethered to this side of the Veil waning as she holds him close and sobs…

But something seems to break through the nightmare, a steady voice calling her name that pulls her away from the Fade-conjured illusion to blink awake, back in the safety of her bedroom while Anders – real, alive, safe – watches her with worry, quietly telling her how she had been calling out for him in her sleep. She can feel fresh tears on her cheeks and her hands are shaking uncontrollably, but seeing he’s okay calms her racing heart for the moment. Talia can’t find the words to explain to Anders just what she’d seen in her nightmare, yet as the image of the image of that dead-eyed puppet in her dreams flashes through her mind again, she suddenly desperately needs air.

She knows the way she flees from the bedroom to the large window out on the landing will only worry Anders further, but she can’t help it, flinging them open to drink in the cool night air like a woman saved from drowning. A hand on her arm makes her start like a spooked halla, but she relaxes as Anders gently pulls her into his arms. There are no more tears for now as she clings to the other mage, taking comfort in his steady heartbeat as she tucks herself against him and rests her head on his chest.

lmao i wouldn’t… actually recommend it

"And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again , my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile"

he............. he was.... a ghost outside her window gazing upon her two centuries into the future

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