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entrancelogs2016-04-02 06:34 pm
scowls) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-02 06:34 pm
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Who: Anders and Fenris
Where: Anders’ room
When: 4/2
Rating: PG-13 sounds about right
Summary: Fenris decides that it’s time he and Anders have a talk.
The Story:
[ Later, he’s going to blame this all on the alcohol. He’s had rather a lot of it recently—today—and he’s feeling apathetic enough about everything that when his thoughts drift toward the abomination, he doesn’t try redirecting them. They haven’t spoken to each other since the conversation across the magical box, but they’re in close enough quarters that sometimes Fenris hears him out in the hallway going to and from his room. For the most part, he tries to ignore the mage’s existence. It’s just better that way.
Today, he ruminates on it. On Anders’ presence and what it means. On his convenient ignore about what he’s done and the strange way all of the people of Thedas act and speak. Fenris isn’t inclined to give Anders the benefit of the doubt over anything, but today, he’s so intoxicated that he suspects he’s feeling charitable.
Getting up from his sprawl across his bed, Fenris leaves both his quarters and his bottle of wine and meanders over to Anders’ door dressed in tunic and trousers. The armor and the gauntlets remain piled up near his greatsword. Despite the quantity of wine he’s imbibed, he doesn’t stagger or sway when he walks. Indeed, he looks rather normal as he stops at the door and sharply raps twice against it. ]
Where: Anders’ room
When: 4/2
Rating: PG-13 sounds about right
Summary: Fenris decides that it’s time he and Anders have a talk.
The Story:
[ Later, he’s going to blame this all on the alcohol. He’s had rather a lot of it recently—today—and he’s feeling apathetic enough about everything that when his thoughts drift toward the abomination, he doesn’t try redirecting them. They haven’t spoken to each other since the conversation across the magical box, but they’re in close enough quarters that sometimes Fenris hears him out in the hallway going to and from his room. For the most part, he tries to ignore the mage’s existence. It’s just better that way.
Today, he ruminates on it. On Anders’ presence and what it means. On his convenient ignore about what he’s done and the strange way all of the people of Thedas act and speak. Fenris isn’t inclined to give Anders the benefit of the doubt over anything, but today, he’s so intoxicated that he suspects he’s feeling charitable.
Getting up from his sprawl across his bed, Fenris leaves both his quarters and his bottle of wine and meanders over to Anders’ door dressed in tunic and trousers. The armor and the gauntlets remain piled up near his greatsword. Despite the quantity of wine he’s imbibed, he doesn’t stagger or sway when he walks. Indeed, he looks rather normal as he stops at the door and sharply raps twice against it. ]
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There the lizard stands, lazily taking a step forward and flicking his tongue out toward Anders' toes, so enticingly there before it. ]
It came from the closet.
[ That might be an ominous statement, given as it is in Fenris' low, gravelly voice. But he shrugs as if it doesn't matter and gestures with the wine bottle for Anders to take it. Wine is infinitely more important than lizards. ]
Carver told me creatures come from within it if you ask. I wished to see what would emerge. This is the result. [ Gently, Fenris prods the lizard in the side with his bare toe. ] Venhedis, go.
[ It looks up at him, swings its head to regard Anders, then wanders off toward another area of the carpet not so near them. ]
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I thought I was imagining things or the mansion was doing something funny again. This thing came out of a closet? [The question is laced with disbelief.] You mean yours?
[Unthinkingly, he takes the bottle when it's offers to him again, though he keeps his arm outstretched, fingers curled around the neck, like he's considering turning the bottle over and using it on the reptile for a moment.]
You had the closet... give you a pet lizard.
["Reptile enthusiast" isn't the impression he'd gotten from Fenris. Slowly sinking back into his chair, Anders eyes Venhedis as it lumbers off. He and Fenris have reached some manner of tentative understanding--he opts not to risk it by questioning Fenris' choice in four-legged companion.
Finally, his gaze flicks to Fenris. He gestures around the room with his free hand.]
Make yourself comfortable.