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"dont call me a shem thats reverse racism"
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Well nonny, I’ve got a handy list on my sidebar, which is part of the greater, you got this when you clicked follow spiel. But a list follows below for just Anders and Fenris.
I ship Anders with:
I ship Fenris with:
you know what i think about a lot
anders with wet hair from his first free thunderstorm
isabela with salt-encrusted lips and eyelashes
fenris with danarius’ blood under his nails (and refusing to wash it clean)
carver with bruises all over his face from defending his sister’s honor (asked for or not)
aveline with a needle, stitching hawke’s wounds
merrill with burrs and leaves tangled in her hair
sebastian with callused fingers from the bowstring
and varric with a brand new quill, cutting the nib, settling in over a pint and christening a new, blank journal
Enthrallment, new wardens, fall out from Fenris’ path finding him and no one is happy in this chapter. Well maybe Varania, in the end ;)
Warning: Violence, Enthrallment, emotional trauma
Kinks: DP with toys, role play
“Then let’s go see him, the longer we dawdle here the less chance we have to find Fenris.” Varania snapped, her patience gone for all of their talking. She was just like her brother in that regard and every moment that they stood there was another moment he was being taken further from them.
Aedan glanced over to where their newest recruit leaned against the wall, his blue eyes on them as they spoke. “We need someone to stay with Sirad.”
“I’ll be fine, the elven mage croaked. Just… Just need a moment.”
“He should come with us; no one should be left alone with that maniac on the loose. What if he returns to the mansion?” Varania said her voice a low growl.
Sirad brushed his hair behind his ear. The long fall of it swept down his back. “Should’ve known. Can smell a blood mage. I’ll come with you. It’s the least I can do after being freed from Meredith’s fucking grip.” He muttered to himself in what sounded like Tevene and straightened.
“Then everyone get their shit and let’s go,” Aedan said.
Varania got her staff and the rest of her armor on quickly before she returned to the foyer. She avoided Velanna; she wouldn’t even look at the Dalish warden as they awaited everyone else’s return.
It didn’t take long for the rest of them to meet back up in the foyer. Aedan had taken the longest and Zevran had had to help him put his armor on. As one, they trooped out of the house. Anders made sure to ward the door behind them after Aedan had locked it and they made their way to the Hawke Estate.
“Welcome to the Grey Wardens!” Anders said a little too brightly to Sirad.
The elf flashed him a small smile. “Thanks.”
Varania scowled as they went. She didn’t like Hawke, she knew Anders didn’t and this was not going to go well no matter how they announced themselves to the free mage.
“If he doesn’t help us, I’ll freeze his balls off.” she muttered as she fell into step next to Anders.
“Ooh,” Anders cooed. “Can I help?” He glanced over at Sirad. “We don’t like him.”
“I gathered,” Sirad replied quietly.
“He’s pompous and he… You’ll see when we get there,” Anders added.
“He’s a fucking sellout and if I could pin this on him I would just so I could take him out. If anything happens to Fenris he’ll be the first one to feel my rage.” Varania snapped, not angry at her companions but at herself and Aedan for the foolish plan that put them in reach of a blood mage so easily.
“Sellout?” Sirad asked. “I know little of Hawke other than Velanna knows him.”
“He’s a free mage living out in the open. How do you think he did it?” Anders said. “By being friends with the Knight-Commander and the Knight-Captain, that’s how.”
“Some mages will do things they normally wouldn’t in order to be free,” Sirad pointed out. “But it is questionable.”
“More than that but right now he’s our only chance of finding Fenris.” Varania fell silent as they walked and held her temper in check as they waited to be let into the mage’s home.
Aedan pounded on the door with a steel covered fist.
Invictus opened the door ready to cuss whoever had banged on the door and woken him from a nap. His face didn’t change from a sneer when he saw who it was. “I thought you were leaving today, Commander.”
“Less than a half an hour ago, a blood mage took control of one of my wardens and took off with him. I need your help to find them.” Aedan didn’t bother with dithering around their purpose.
“Good afternoon to you too Commander. Come in, and stop dawdling on my doorstep.” Invictus shut the door behind them and headed to the kitchen to get tea started. “What happened and why do you think I can help you?”
He noticed Sirad finally and tipped his head to the apostate. “Didn’t think you’d be the joining type but since you’re still upright I guess you’re a warden now?” Invictus said as he moved around the room.
“Some of us do what we must to remain free,” Sirad said in Tevene. He followed the others into the house.
“I know this too well my friend. Careful, Cousland has a legendary temper.” he replied softly in kind.
“I thought you said you knew little of him?” Anders accused.
Sirad shrugged. “I do know little of him. I did not lie.”
“Only omitted,” Anders growled.
“I don’t give a fuck who knows who right now,” Aedan interrupted. “We need to find Fenris.”
WHY AREN’T THERE MORE FENDERS FANFICS!! I NEED MORE FENDERS FANFICS…
Anyone want to help a fenders fan out with recs?