RP: Fenris (broodyfadewalk)

[thecryoftheseagulls]

With Fenris's arms around him, Anders slept deeply for some time, the nightmares held at bay for at least a while.

He had had nightmares as long as he could remember. The Joining had meant the occasional dream of possession or templars or dark places was interspersed with dreams of darkspawn and archdemons. And now there was Sebastian's face, twisted with grief, and the screams he imagined those who had died inside the Chantry had given to haunt him, and in his nightmares Hawke put a knife in his back as Fenris ripped his heart out from his chest. He just hadn't slept yet since the Chantry to see it.

Anders whined in his sleep, twitching in Fenris's arms and let out a whimpered, "please" joined by the occasional "don't." There were tears on his face, catching on his closed lashes and tracking down his cheeks.

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[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders groaned, tipping his head back to follow the tugging demand of Fenris's fingers, letting Fenris lead. He breathed through his nose, trying to lengthen the kiss, draw it out.

[broodyfadewalk]

Finally Fenris broke the kiss, resting their foreheads together for a moment. It was strange how something could be getting to become familiar and yet still be exhilarating at the same time.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders took a moment to breathe, his eyes closing, and then he pulled back just enough to look Fenris in the eye.

"Okay?" He brushed his thumb along the line of Fenris's cheekbone, warm brown eyes solicitous, concerned.

[broodyfadewalk]

"I-- Yes." He caught Anders' wrist, though, grip tight but gentle at the same time. Fenris cleared his throat, then turned his face and very carefully kissed the inside of Anders' wrist.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders went very still and then inhaled sharply when Fenris's lips touched the sensitive silk-smooth skin of his inner wrist.

He grinned at him, giddy, reached to sweep Fenris's fringe back from his eyes with his other hand.

"Maker, Fenris, you're so - you're-" His eyes softened. Lovely. Sweet. Wonderful. He wanted to call him all of those things and more, but he didn't want to scare him, so he simply stopped and smiled warmly at him instead.