Fenris opens the door warily, moving into the room with the same care that he would if he suspected assassins or slavers were hiding around the dark corners. His green eyes flicked to Anders and then away, as he prowled to a spot near the fireplace.
"We do not have to have this conversation." he says quietly, not looking at Anders.
Anders stands up abruptly, unable to contain his emotions. "Are you joking? Fenris, you started it! It's now or never." His voice is shaky and uncertain. He's never had to confront anyone like this but... He cared about Fenris, a lot. And the possibility of him hurting him? The chances of that were great.
He had to do something before they both get in too deep.
"Clearly I was in error." Fenris bit back, glancing over his shoulder at the Mage, shoulders tense, "I thought perhaps you cared for me in a similar fashion, or else I would never have.."
He turns back to the fire, taking a deep breath and rumbling quietly.
Anders gulps. Did he care about Fenris in a similar fashion? What fashion did he speak of anyway? They both started out as housemates with benefits, true but now that they've spent those countless nights awake by the fire place, drinking and talking and laughing and making love; those awful times when Fenris would get angry and throw bottles at the wall for Anders to clean up; those glorious times make-up sex after a fight would happen; those times Anders would cook something for him and the look on Fenris' face would get so bright and he would smile and oh Andraste, he could just melt with that sight and--
Oh Blight it all.
The mage rushes towards the elf, arms ready to wrap around him and crush his smaller figure against his body. Anders' lips come in contact with Fenris'. He's still unsure about himself but this felt so right.
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"We do not have to have this conversation." he says quietly, not looking at Anders.
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He had to do something before they both get in too deep.
"Did you mean it?" he asks through a whisper.
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He turns back to the fire, taking a deep breath and rumbling quietly.
"Yes. I meant it."
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Oh Blight it all.
The mage rushes towards the elf, arms ready to wrap around him and crush his smaller figure against his body. Anders' lips come in contact with Fenris'. He's still unsure about himself but this felt so right.
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