Summary: In the shadows of Darktown, Anders and Carver shed their hatred and let themselves remember the good times they've had together. Drabble.
Rated: T
One more that I dug up from my tumblr archive at someottersmarryhedgehogs.
The nighttime was their friend. Anders worked hard enough as it was, running the Mage Underground and helping his patients at the clinic. When darkness descended on Darktown, when the people locked themselves safely in their homes, two people stood away from the lit lantern in warm embrace.
They avoided Anders' clinic. He spent too much time there to feel comfortable at night, nor did he want to associate their passion with such a depressing place. The place where lives were saved or lost, blood painted the ground, spiders made their homes on the dusty ground. They did not want this.
Instead, huddled together in a randomly chosen dark corner, they wrapped themselves together, hands traveling over robes and pushing the heavy fabric aside. They never got very far, but that didn't matter; they were together.
Often, Carver pulled Anders into his lap and cradled his face in his hands. The older man blushed and pressed their lips together firmly, sighing deeply at the familiar, comforting feeling of Carver's gentle lips upon his. Carver would stroke his face, his back, his neck ever so gently, fingers roaming over a new scar; anything to show the Mage that he wanted him, all of him.
They never stayed long; an hour or two at most. They would part silently, Carver going back to Gamlen's ruddy little shack of a home and Anders curling up on his makeshift bed on the floor of his clinic. Then the sun rose, and everything changed.
Carver was mean. Anders was impatient. They fought constantly and could barely stand to be in the same room for more than a few minutes. They were themselves again: the Mage would refused to be oppressed and the Warrior whose Mage siblings got more attention than he. They were opposites.
But they never forgot. They never forgot the tumbles they took in the dirt of Darktown when everyone else was asleep. They never lost the feeling of their shared kisses and exchanges of body heat. And they never forgot, for one second - not even when they were at each other's throats - that they were opposite sides of the same coin.
They went to Darktown each night not to remember, but to relive.