RP: Fenris (broodyfadewalk)

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders was...having a conversation with himself, and wandering through Skyhold aimlessly in the meantime. Which was not as crazy as it sounded because he did share his body with a Fade spirit, after all.

He was certainly not brooding.


...maybe a little.

He could have sworn Varric had shown up to take over watching over Hawke for a spell, but time was weird in this place, and to hear Varric tell it, he had been gone - to another realm entirely? For perhaps more days than Anders thought had actually passed. Not that there were days and nights in this place to tell time by, but still. It meant that he had in fact left Hawke alone for who knows how long, and thankfully apparently nothing had happened - she seemed well on the mend, actually, but Anders still felt oddly guilty about the whole thing.

He huffed and focused instead on this new Varric - Hawke reveal. Now, at the time, he'd expected Varric's overly stubborn grief over his Hawke to be just typical Varric - no matter what way you looked at it, Hawke and Varric had always been close. That much was unlikely to change even between different versions of history, right? In retrospect, however, Varric had seemed pretty...distraught.

Anders waited for the inevitable huff of disapproval from Justice's corner of his brain, but the spirit hummed in interest instead. SHE DESERVES HAPPINESS. IT IS ONLY JUST, Justice offered, and when Anders countered that Hawke had claimed to be happy already, Justice just sort of...snorted. NOT EVEN YOU BELIEVE THAT, ANDERS.

Anders conceded the point, and realized he wasn't entirely sure where in Skyhold they had wandered to. He still hadn't slept, and sudden exhaustion weighed down his limbs. Then there was a bluish glow from down some corridor ahead of him, and Anders found his feet moving towards it without really stopping to judge the wisdom of that action.

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[broodyfadewalk]

Fenris watched Anders for a moment, then set aside his new sword--propping it gently against the wall--before padding over to investigate the fire.

He began preparing it methodically, letting the silence stretch. It wasn't uncomfortable or hostile, the way it would have been even a few months ago. In fact, for a moment, it almost felt as if they were home again.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders toed off his boots and debated the merits of taking his shirt off before he settled on leaving it on. He perched on the edge of the bed, rubbing at the back of his neck and casting nervous glances at Fenris from time to time.

"Um," he finally said. "Are you going to - would you - lie down with me? I don't know if I'm going to be able to fall asleep if, if you're not..." Touching me. He was afraid to say it aloud, not sure where exactly they stood at Fenris's point with that level of touching. Cuddling, really. He frowned down at his hands in his lap.

[broodyfadewalk]

Fenris stood, fire beginning to catch, and wordlessly turned away from Anders. That may have been taken as a rejection...until his first gauntlet hit the mantle, followed by the next.

He began stripping methodically out of his spiky armor piece by piece, eyes carefully averted from the mage. He barely hesitated before grabbing a fistful of his loose underarmor and shucking it, leaving him only in the black leggings.

Fenris tossed the shirt aside--it needed cleaning anyway--and turned back toward the bed, firelight catching glinting whorls of lyrium. Then he paused, looking up. His dark brows drew together slightly. "Which side?"

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders licked his lips, his mouth going dry, and tried not to gape at the half-clothed elf in front of him like a starving man presented with a feast. He jerked his head at the opposite side of the bed from the one he was dangling off of, one brow lifting in a wordless question if that was all right.

[broodyfadewalk]

Fenris crawled onto the bed wordlessly, eyes canting toward Anders as he settled amongst the pillows, hair half-falling across his face.

Then he reached across the mattress and grabbed Anders' arm, tugging him down. "Sleep."

[thecryoftheseagulls]

The grabbing was definitely not expected, and Anders tipped back gracelessly, landing with his face smushed against Fenris's shoulder.

"Mmf. Bossy," he complained, without bite. He wiggled around until he was more or less draped across Fenris's chest, wrapping one arm around his waist.

[broodyfadewalk]

He just grunted--probably agreement--and settled back. One hand lifted reluctantly to brush through Anders' hair, tugging it free of its leather tie.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders sighed, inching up to bury his face in Fenris's neck, his sharp nose definitely poking him. He inhaled deeply and then slowly relaxed, eyes closing as Fenris's fingers brushed his hair.

"Missed you," he mumbled.

[broodyfadewalk]

"...yes," Fenris said, pausing for half a breath before sinking his fingers deeper into Anders' hair. He lightly raked his nails along his scalp.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders arched back into the touch with a greedy breathless noise, one that sounded too unconsciously done by half. His limbs felt leaden, like a great warm weight was pushing down on them, and it was with some effort that he managed to move an arm and tug the blankets half-heartedly up to his shoulders.

His breathing began to slow.

[broodyfadewalk]

Fenris kept stroking his hair until he was certain Anders was asleep. Then, hesitating against the temptation, he brushed his lips against his temple.

Then he cleared his throat quietly and relaxed back to watch over the mage as he slept.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

(OOC: *awws and flails* These two are ridiculous oh my gosshhhh.

I'm going to actually be going out of town for the next couple of days and will be around spottily if at all; what do you say to ending this thread here and maybe picking back up when Anders wakes up when I get back?)

[broodyfadewalk]

(OOC: I am all for it! Have a lovely time!)