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[queen_chihuahua]

Anders knew that he should have refused to follow Hawke into the deep roads the moment the charming rouge had insisted he come. But for whatever reason he didn't, and now they were trapped in the blighted deep roads with hardly enough supplies to last them another week. If he was going to place fault in someone it should rightly be Bartrand, but he

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[queen_chihuahua]

Bianca was always a quick draw, and Varric held her at the ready as they approached. The Deep Roads were home to a lot of things that never saw daylight, and they didn't need to be Darkspawn to be nasty. He kept a little distance, as was the norm, trailing back with Anders as the other pair split off and ventured into the noisy dim

[queen_chihuahua]

The fight ended in minutes, but Varric was just a little wary of shouldering Bianca just yet. The woman was fierce, and there was no way to tell if she would turn her blades on them just as quickly. In favor of holding his beloved ready to fire, he set the crossbow easily against his collarbone with his hand casually on the handle

[wardennolonger]

"The sad reality of what was promised to be an enriching treasure hunt," Varric explained, figuring he could give a little; she'd just been through kind of a vulnerable moment, and everything. What could it hurt to chew the fat

[wardennolonger]

Varic couldn't help but chuckle "well, I've always said there is nothing more attractive in a woman than high self confidence," he said, smirking and returning the flirtation. "As much as I hate to spoil a good thing, I suppose I should be gentlemanly and call you my name, which is Varric," he paused for just long enough to make a shallow polite bow. "And this is Bianca," he added after a moment, gesturing grandly to his crossbow

[wardennolonger]

"I promise you madame, I plan to appreciate a great many beautiful things when I get back to Kirkwall," though the comment sounded lewd, his bed ranked rather highly on the least; just under that whine brewed with white Antivan honey. "That is, if I can steal a few moments before my workload catches up with me." The thought of all the meetings he had already missed was not pleasing (but was less frightening than looming death).

"Does your highness have any royal responsibilities that she is currently neglecting?"

~*~*~*~

Anders starred at Fenris for a few long moments, his expression hard and stoney. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you're speaking of my bonding with Justice," he hissed, as if Fenris had struck him below the belt.

"And while it is none of your bloody business, I'll tell you my joining with him did not take place in the fade at all. You do not know the circumstances of our joining, so do not act as though you do."

Fuck you too Fenris, Fuck you too.

[wardennolonger]

"Perhaps, but not in the way you're thinking," Varric teased. There was sure going to be a line up at his door, but he expected much more beast than beauty; it was a draw back for being a lot of people's ;last resort'.

"What a shame," Varric said, all thin playful sympathy. "After an advenrure like this, you might be just about ready to start in the politics when we get back," he jested. "Trust me princess, I know a thing or two about politics."

~*~*~*~

Anders sunk deeply into familiar dislike of Fenris.

"You should learn all the facts about something before you start generating options," he scolded the elf further. "Their is no possible way for you to understand what happened between Justice and I that day. Don't you dare assume otherwise." In moving to defend himself Anders had given away more than he ever cared to. Maker, if he could only get his foot out of his mouth for five bloody moments