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The last raider's head landed in the sand with a muffled thud right in front of Anders' feet.
The empty eyes looked up at him in perpetual surprise. Anders gave him a wink while slinging his staff back over his shoulder, 'Never taunt a mage, mate.'
He looked around to see whether any of his companions needed healing, absent-mindedly brushing his hand through his locks. The hair band must have snapped during the battle.
Anders hated it when his hair got in the way of things but he couldn't bring himself to cut it off either. A rueful smile crossed the mage's features as he fished for a spare piece of string that he could use to get his bangs under control. His first lover at Kinloch Hold had told him that it had been his long, blond hair that they had first noticed about him and it had sort of stuck. No matter how much he had changed since Justice, whatever remained of the original man from the Anderfels had kept that little bit of vanity.
He stopped digging through his pockets when he got a prickly feeling in the back of his neck, the kind you got when someone was watching you.
Anders head snapped up. Sylvan green met amber when their eyes locked.
xXx
The raiders had been nothing but a nuisance on this rather boring excursion to the Wounded Coast. Hawke had been tasked to look for a woman allegedly taken by slavers which was why Fenris had agreed to tag along despite the fact that they had brought the abomination as well. So far they had found nothing but Elfroot and raiders intent on committing suicide.
The battle ended before it had really begun. Hawke and Isabela had attacked from stealth while the cursed mage had fireballed their attackers drawing attention to him which left Fenris with the unthankful task of having to defend the healer.
Sometimes the warrior entertained thoughts of coming just a tad too late to the abomination's rescue, and good riddance but he knew he never would. The man may be a whiny, possessed, infuriating mage but even Fenris had to acknowledge that Anders had his uses – for now.
Which brought the elf to the point where he looked around to check on said mage to make sure he could continue to be useful.
Everything stopped.
Fenris had never seen Anders with his hair down. Stunned, the elf tried to gather his thoughts and failed horribly. All he could do was stand there, warm sand between his toes, and stare at the mage as if he had never seen him before.
He looked ...something. Different. Sunlight reflected in the various shades of gold, the strong jaw tempered by unruly bangs drawing attention to pouty lips...
A smile. Laughter. Sunshine in red-gold hair. Someone called his name. Soft lips on his. Kissing, someone was kissing him.
'What are you looking at?'
The mage's irritated voice dragged Fenris back to the present. Venhedis! He noticed that he had been staring at the other man for an insanely long time.
'We should move on.' Fenris said gruffly and quickly turned away to find Hawke before the situation could get any more awkward. Had it been a memory? No, later. He would think about it later.
