But he knew what would.
Sliding out of bed, he grabbed his sword as an afterthought more than anything, pulled on his gauntlets, and grabbed the belt he was never without. He was starting to rethink Hawke s choice of making him wear boots and something other than thin leather clothing with a bare minimum of armor. With that thought in mind, he strode down the stairs and flung open the front door, letting in a gust of wind that had flakes swirling around him and hiding in his hair.
Cursing rather fluently in Arcanum, he glared at the thin white layer that was on the stone pathway before gingerly setting a mostly bare foot in it. That lasted for all of two seconds before he was sprinting through the stuff, kicking it up in his way to an area that didn t have it on the ground. Pausing on the stairs before the chantry courtyard, he lifted first one foot, then the other to briskly rub at them and try to restore warmth. It had to be well below freezing already. When the tingling returned, he dashed off again, sprinting through a set of columns with a destination in mind.
Digging the key out of one of the little pouches on his belt proved to be more frustrating than he imagined and he was shivering almost violently before he found it and was attempting to force it into the door. Apparently, his muttered curses or perhaps the lack of actually getting the key into the hole had actually alerted someone, and he blinked at a very sleepy looking Orana before he was let in.
She didn t question him, but merely nodded at the thank you he muttered before heading back off to the small room that Hawke had forced her to take. He took a moment to scuff his feet on the carpet to bring some warmth back into them. After being mildly scolded for climbing into bed before with freezing feet, he knew better now. Thankfully, his shivering was lessening a little and when he made his way up to the Champion s bedroom, he took a deep breath to calm his still slightly ragged breathing before entering.
The scene before his eyes was one he d seen many times, and still made him smile a little. He took a moment to watch the two of them while they slept, then stripped off his clothing. He wouldn t need them here. Creeping forward, he climbed onto the bed from the end of it, faintly amused when the two men separated as if they had been expecting him. Thick, very warm blankets were tugged down just enough for him to crawl under and between them, settling down on his back.
Your feet are still cold, Anders voice came from his left, even as the man slid an arm over his chest, hand falling on his shoulder.
Not as cold as last time. Garrett s arm followed a similar path, sliding over his waist.
Inevitably, one of Anders legs made it across his own, and he shifted just a little to turn his face toward the blond mage. His own hand came up and lightly curled around Garrett s wrist, the red wrap at his wrist disturbing the coarse hair on his arm. Now that he was getting quite toasty, he could sleep. In fact, with two Fereldans around him, he wasn t even sure he needed the blankets.
There, now the damn scene is out of my head. x_x
