Sleep is hard to come by when you're trapped somewhere with no plan of escape, imagine that. Anders is yet another person who's had trouble relaxing the last few nights; like many people, it's a difficulty he's faced before even when he hadn't had the taint coursing through his veins, inflaming his nightmares with the putrid stench of darkspawn.
A year after being brought to the Circle, Anders had still found himself kicking his bed covers around in the middle of the night, anxiety turning his legs restless and his mind a churning sea of half-dreamed fears. To think that he'd be sleeping among strangers for the foreseeable future had been a difficult adjustment. It's no different here--he's slept in spurts not so much out of desire as out of need to keep mind and body sharp--except that he's older now, better able to control his fears.
Still unused to the bed and the sounds of the mansion shifting in the quiet of the night, Anders had woken up and dressed, creeping carefully out the door with his staff fastened snugly on his back. It would be dawn soon, safe to go looking around the grounds again.
"Safe." He has to wonder if there is such a thing. What ugliness could be lurking under this pretty facade.
He's sitting on the front steps, unfocused eyes aimed somewhere at the horizon, when the front door opens behind him. At first he thinks it's an early bird getting a jump on the day, or someone else come to sweat out their sleeplessness with a walk, but the first thing he sees upon turning around is a set of delicate toes.
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A year after being brought to the Circle, Anders had still found himself kicking his bed covers around in the middle of the night, anxiety turning his legs restless and his mind a churning sea of half-dreamed fears. To think that he'd be sleeping among strangers for the foreseeable future had been a difficult adjustment. It's no different here--he's slept in spurts not so much out of desire as out of need to keep mind and body sharp--except that he's older now, better able to control his fears.
Still unused to the bed and the sounds of the mansion shifting in the quiet of the night, Anders had woken up and dressed, creeping carefully out the door with his staff fastened snugly on his back. It would be dawn soon, safe to go looking around the grounds again.
"Safe." He has to wonder if there is such a thing. What ugliness could be lurking under this pretty facade.
He's sitting on the front steps, unfocused eyes aimed somewhere at the horizon, when the front door opens behind him. At first he thinks it's an early bird getting a jump on the day, or someone else come to sweat out their sleeplessness with a walk, but the first thing he sees upon turning around is a set of delicate toes.
Bare feet? In this temperature?