It's late, I know. But it is the holiday season, so yeah.
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His leg hurt. Even though it did, he didn't want to speak of it. Being what he's been his whole life has gotten him used to pain. But this one really hurt. His only hope is that the abomination wouldn't notice. The last thing he needed right now was to have to talk to him. After the deep roads everything about where they stood was destroyed. That one tiny little kiss wrecked all he thought he knew about the mage. After what had happened, and he had time to consider everything, he thought it was good that he had been taken away from Kirkwall. Amaranthine was nice, but he still missed is friends. He missed playing Wicked Grace at the hanged man, he missed Varric's comments, he even missed how Isabela would try to get into everyone's pants.
It was strange to miss something. The only time he had ever felt such a thing was when he had... killed the fog warriors. And even then he never missed them this much. And when he had met the elf he came to know as Katrina he was, strangely, reminded of the old times. Her personality was just like Varric's and Isabela's put together. And then there was her friends, which reminded him more of the old times. It almost hurt to remember everything. Every little detail felt fresh in his mind.
He didn't think that when he was going to go on that trip back to Kirkwall the Qunari would be attacking. Even less did he think he would get the chance to see everyone after all that time. He also didn't think he would see the mage with them. If he had, he probably would have just chosen to go somewhere else.
There was still so many questions that are unanswered for him. Why did the mage kiss him? How long was he waiting to do that? How did he not notice anything? He was probably blind to it because of all the arguing that they would do. It didn't seem possible that the mage would have felt anything besides anger towards him. He wanted to rip the bloody abomination's heart out and uncover all it's secrets (Along with kill the mage while he was at it).
He always hated being healed by the mage. It reacted to his markings, making him feel weird. He hated the sensation. Absolutely hated it. No one really knew about how his markings would react to magic. And he hoped no one ever knew.
Hawke knew a bit of healing magic, but that wasn't much better. When Hawke's magic came into contact with his markings, it would sting. He once compared Hawke to Anders, along with what there magic did to him. Anders magic was... Strange. It made him feel light headed, calm. Like he could sleep to the sensation. But that's what he hated the most. When choosing between Anders and Hawke, it was practically like choosing between pain and sleepiness.
He just tried to hid it enough that both men wouldn't see it. Then the only thing he had to do was put up with an aching pain in his leg, but he was used to pain.
Unfortunately his luck seemed to have ran out the moment he entered the situation. Hawke, thankfully, had gone over to heal Katrina. His problem was the abomination coming over to check on him. He glared at the man as he came to a stop about three feet in-front of him. The mage put his hands on his hips, not looking very impressed.
"Your injured." It was a statement. Fenris shifted on his feet as they stared at each other. The mage didn't seem to have changed. Still had that same ponytail, still has the stubble and still has those irritating feather shoulder pieces. Why was he thinking about this?
"I am fine." He said. The abomination just moved closer.
"Your leg is injured. And from what I can see, the cut is pretty deep." Fenris narrowed his eyes.
"What is your point?" He really hoped this wasn't going where he thought it was going.
"Well, just the fact that if that gets infected then you'll probably have to get it chopped off. Unless you stop being a stubborn prat, and let me heal it." After all this time, he is still an infuriating mage. Fenris crossed his arms over his chest. Also considering whether the mage had been serious or not.
"Leave me alone." Maker, this mage will probably not give up. He never used to, why would he start? The mage sighed, walking the rest of the way to Fenris. He kneeled down to him, making Fenris yelp in surprise. It was so unlike him. Then he felt it, this healing magic, seeping into the large gash on his upper leg. He watched at Anders closed his eyes in concentration, alone with his eyebrows drawing together. The cool soon got rid of the burn. Leaving nothing but a cut in his leggings. He would have to fix that.
He stepped back from Anders as soon as he was able. Anders stood back up with a stumble. He quickly regained himself, rubbing his temples. If healing made him loss so much energy, why did he use it so much? It just didn't made sense to him. Then again, everything mages do make no sense. That was just how they were made to be. Unpredictable.
"Now, was that so bad?" Anders asked. He simply continued to glare at him, giving him all the answer he was ever to get out of him. Nothing the mage said or did would change this little fact. Sometimes he wished they didn't argue so much, but that would mean either getting rid of his past, or making Anders magic go away. And they both knew the likeliness of either.
"Still not talking," Anders continued on. "Greeaat.. You know, a thank you would be nice once in a while." He started walking away. Good. He didn't need to thank the mage for help he never asked for. He never would either.
Hawke started walking again, making them follow. Hawke seemed a bit more pissed then usual. Varric had told him it was because Isabela had chosen the relic she had been searching for for so long over Hawke. What had happened between the two while he was gone? Apparently Hawke had fallen in love, which wasn't something he thought he was to ever see. Hawke would be the most cold heart'ed person of all the Ages. How did he manage to fall in love with a whore? He had heard something once, from this dwarf friend of Katrina's. He had said 'Never fall in love with a prostitute'. He even admitted he had heard it from some Fereldan mage. He still didn't get the meaning of the saying. Probably that your heart will be broken into a million pieces, unless you like having an open relationship. Now many people did.
Due to his being zoned out, he didn't notice Katrina walking to the side of him until looked up at him. She smiled at him like she knew something he didn't. It made him uncomfortable.
"What?" He asked, bluntly. Her smile didn't waver, however. Only increased in size. She also remained silent, which just made him even more unsettled. Secrets were just another word for 'I'm not telling'. He decided to ignore her, looking back to straight ahead. Sometimes he just didn't understand his 'friend', as she called herself. He remembered that Hawke once said friendship was a two way thing. They had to both consider each other a friend. Otherwise, it wasn't much of a friendship.
They stayed like that for quite some time, before Varric came over to the two, that same smile on his face. Now that there were two of them, he got very angered. They looked ahead, constantly looking at him from the corners of there eyes. He continued to ignore them, before they both broke into fits of laughter. This is what triggered his anger the most.
"What do you two want?" He asked as polite as he could, considering he was suffering there stares. Varric shook his head and muttered something he couldn't quite understand, before walking back up to Hawke. Katrina stayed there, now holding in her laughter.
"Its just..um..something.." She didn't ignore his question, thankfully. But it would've been better if it was not just 'Something'.
"A proper answer, would be thanked." She looked at him like she didn't believe him. Why would he need to lie? Its like everyone knew something he did not. And that simply pissed him off even more.
"You? Thanking people? When have you ever done that?"
"About four times when he met Hawke. But who's counting?" Anders said from behind them. Was he listening to there conversation? He started to unconsciously glaring, even though he wasn't facing the man. And, hold on a minute, he remembered that? Why the hell would he remember that?
"You, apparently." Katrina said from next to him. She looked almost even more amused then before, if that was even possible. She also had the most smug face ever. "And speaking of you, I was wondering how you became a grey warden. I know all the story's of the wardens in Ferelden and yet I know nothing of you," She turned around to look at him. "What is your story?"
"How do you know I'm Fereldan?" Anders asked.
"Well, there is your accent, the way you act. And as a plus, Fenris told me so." He did NOT want to be mentioned in there conversation. If he was going to be asked stupid questions by that abomination, then he was going to leave. Nothing is worse then having to answer questions about why you mentioned your rival when you were finally free of him. Wait, when did he mention Anders in the time he's been a warden?
"When did I do this?" He asked. She looked at him, with an unimpressed look.
"Oh, come on. You weren't THAT drunk, were you?"
"Drunk? I have not gotten drunk ever since I joined the wardens."
"Oh, yes you have. Remember, you drank Oghren's special brew." Now he was starting to remember. The smelly dwarf thought he couldn't handle it. Oh, how he had proven him wrong. It brought a small smiled to his lips from remembering it. Happy times. Still not as happy as he was with Hawke's group, but happy enough.
"You guys know Oghren?" Anders asked.
"Well, yeah. He helped me fix the Blight." Katrina answered him.
"Oh, right. He did mention that. Keep't bragging about it like there was no tomorrow, as well. Now that was probably the worst time of my life." Katrina laughed.
"That does sound like Oghren. Anyway, that must mean you were a warden in Amaranthine. The one with the Orlesian warden."
"Yeah. Nice place, that. When was the last time you were there?"
"I was there not long ago. I went there to get a ship to here. But I also went there once... I think I actually met you before!" Anders before Kirkwall? He was probably the same annoying Abomination that he is today. But one can only wonder whether he had been different. "Are you the mage that had one to many escape missions in the Circle? The one that tried to get me to sleep with him?" ...What? Wait, was Anders the Fereldan mage Oghren mentioned? This time he did look behind his shoulder to the Abomination. He could see a slight tinge of pink on his ears.
"Well, yeah." Anders said. She looked him over from head to toe.
"You look different. That might be why I didn't recognize you in the first place. Are you still claiming everyone in the brothels?" She asked as if she were discussing something more civil. But wait, Anders... would do what? He coughed awkwerdly, the mental image of Anders having um... Private time with the people of the Blooming Rose stuck in his head, he could feel his face burning up.
"Uhh..." Anders was about to begin, but they were, yet again, attacked by Qunari upon nearing the Viscount's Keep. He got out his sword, charging at the first Qunari he could see. It didn't take long to get rid of them. It was almost a shame to end the lives of such an honorable race, but it was necessary.
He took out a Qunari that was trying to get his sword arm. He looked around for other opponents and saw a Saarebas appearing from nowhere. He gave out a battle cry, charging at the beast, but it used a force spell to push him away. And, as if on purpose, a Qunari soldier had been there to stab his head, but missed and instead cutting his cheek. How did the Qunari miss? He was in distance. He looked beside him and saw Anders had pulled him out of range of it and was now casting spells at it. He had... ultimately saved his life. Mages are to unpredictable.. He thought, before he got back into the mindless slaughter.
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Yeah, Anders saved Fenris' life, it's very common. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!
Merry Christmas and a happy New Year! :D