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Anders needs a bit of rough handling, Zev pays up his forfeit and their time at sea comes to a close.
D/s, Breathplay, Sub aftercare appear in this chapter.
Anders pulled open the door and headed up on deck, aware of Fenris like a ghost at his heels as he made his way towards the nearest railing but then stopped.
Fenris leaned against the rail and looked over the water with a sigh.
“I really did want to come with you, Anders. I trust you’re not going to jump in a fit of pique,” the elf said.
Anders deliberately stepped over to the rail, bracing his hands against it as he leaned over and took a deep breath.
Fenris wanted to grab him but didn’t. His fingers twitched but he stayed where he was.
Anders stared down into the dark waters, not really seeing them. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly yet again. “I don’t seem to be able to stop saying that, but it’s true. Sorry for everything I’ve put you all through since we got on this ship, sorry I’m ruining everyone’s evening, sorry I’m just not ready for… this.” He waved a hand vaguely.
Zev’s turn to find out you can’t go home again, Fenris doesn’t travel well and Anders hates being coddled. So another standard day for our party!
Fenris was first off the small boat, followed by Anders, Invictus and Zevran who nodded to the crew members who had rowed them ashore. A few coins changed hands and then the crew turned around and started heading back towards the ship.
Once the boat was docked, the taller elf sat down on shore and groaned. “After so long on the water, I feel dizzy now that we’re on land.”
Anders stumbled after him through the surf, managed a few staggering strides up the beach and promptly sprawled on the ground. “The ground is swaying!” he groaned.
No one likes traveling by sea, Vic really hates Zevran and his moment of peace is spoiled by his own stubbornness. This has got to be the longest two weeks at sea in everyone’s life.
Anders has a revelation, Fenris gives Anders what he wants, Vic can’t control his jealousy and Zevran knows when to stay out of the way. How long until they land in Antiva?
Anders makes a terrible mistake.
Invictus finally grows up, Zevran bests Fenris and loses to Invictus yet somehow both Zevran and Fenris win.
Anders had a few minutes of disorientation when he drifted back into wakefulness. The cabin was dark, and he was pinned down in the narrow bunk by the weight of two bodies. Both his hands were being held, and he could feel the weight of arms across his chest. He blinked in the darkness, wondering if the earlier blindness had returned until slowly his eyes adjusted and he was dimly able to make out shapes in the gloom.
His lips and fingertips still tingled, and he couldn’t feel his legs. His tongue didn’t feel quite so thick however, and he was able to turn his head enough to see that Invictus and Fenris lay on either side of him, holding him.
Fenris’ eyes opened slightly, and his head lifted. He’d been half awake for some time and the slight movement under him was enough to make him come further awake. He smiled at the blond, glad to see him conscious.
“Hello love,” said Anders quietly, tightening his fingers upon Fenris’ hand briefly.
“Hi,” Fenris said, his voice rough from sleep. He gently pulled his hand free to caress Anders’ face; the need to touch the mage to be sure he was awake was one he couldn’t ignore. “Welcome back.”
“Glad to be back,” admitted Anders. “Fenris… I didn’t do it deliberately. It was a mistake. I knew something was wrong the moment I drank the potion; it was too strong. I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” His eyes pleaded with the elf to believe him.
Fenris stared into the other man’s eyes for a long time, enough that he was satisfied with Anders’ words. “I believe you,” he finally said.
i’ve never killed varania before but i’m prob gonna have to next time to see what happens :’D
I’ll check and see if I have any caps from that scene. It’s kind of like when he kills Hadriana, and he needs to go. :|
So here’s a
wee sort of wee thing, I hope you like it.
Vic gets a much needed wake up call, Fenris stands his ground and Anders is the rusty linchpin about to give way.
Fenris glanced back at Anders as he led the way back towards the house. Anders was looking a little disoriented as he ran a hand through his hair then tied it back, his movements a little slow and overly careful as though he were not entirely awake still.
Fenris entered the kitchen and sat across from Invictus; he noticed Anders sat between them on instinct almost as if he knew they needed a buffer. Zevran was nowhere to be seen. That didn’t mean the elf wasn’t around.
The Tevinter warrior filled his plate and didn’t bother with asking if either of his lovers wanted something, he was starved and if he had a full mouth, he didn’t have to talk.
Anders picked at his food, staring at the plate without seemingly seeing it, humming something faintly under his breath as he pushed the food around with his fork absently. He was oblivious to the small frown Invictus gave him, instead poking the food without really seeing it as he reached for his mug of tea.
“Fenris, I’ll make sure to keep in touch while I’m gone with …Zevran. Anders, I …I would like it if you would come along since I’m no healer,” Invictus finally said before he tucked into his own meal.
The white haired elf set his cutlery down and looked to Invictus with a tired expression. “I’m going.”
Anders set his fork down and cradled his mug in both hands, staring into his own reflection in the hot tea, his back and shoulders tense.
“You…no, love you don’t have to go. I won’t …I cannot have you hurt again. Please, stay here and safe,” Vic said in a panic. He knew what it meant for Fenris to go back there, and he could not stomach the idea of him being hurt, or worse; killed because he came with him.
“I am free to do as I please Invictus, I’ll return with you because I cannot in good faith let you all go without a decent sword between you and what you could face there. End of discussion,” Fenris said with a glower, his tone clipped and a shade shy of his domne voice.
Anders set the mug down, then frowned at a small nick on his thumb he didn’t remember receiving somehow. He dismissed it as unimportant as he turned his head slightly towards Invictus, running his thumb slowly across his bottom lip thoughtfully.
“As you wish Fenris, whenever our Antivan friend appears, we can make plans to depart,” Vic said in defeat. He pushed his plate aside and took his mug in hand instead.
“He’s likely lurking about in here, but we’ve yet to notice him,” Fenris muttered as he went back to eating.
Anders picked up his own mug again, sipping slowly, his food mostly untouched. At least Invictus and Fenris hadn’t actually fought over Fenris’ decision, though the blond apostate doubted the matter was fully settled yet.
"I’ll need to go to the clinic - I need some supplies from there, and I have a few potions I need to brew," he said, already mentally going through his supplies and the steps needed to brew the potion for Fenris.
“Take Zevran with you, I would like to speak to Invictus about this journey, uninterrupted,” Fenris said quietly.