[More Fenders lighthouse AU snippets. Because I can.]
It’s the middle of the night when Fenris awakens. He knows because he can’t see anything. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light of the moon coming through the cracks in the shudders. When he looks around, he notices Anders is not in his bed. Instead, the sheets are pushed back, the top blanket gone. It was the door that woke him, he realizes, the sound of the latch. He wonders what’s going on, if it’s possible Anders has taken to somnambulistic wanderings. If he’ll have to start tying him down. His skin heats at that thought, and he brusquely pushes it down.
Slipping on his slippers and forgoing his blanket to grab his more sensible coat hanging on a peg by the door, Fenris heads outside. Anders can’t have gone far, it’s only been—
Standing just outside the front gate, Anders has his blanket pulled sloppily around his shoulders and his head tipped back, face angled to the ocean and the too full moon. Fenris’ breath catches in his throat, and he tells himself he’s just startled, but he knows it’s a lie.
In the moonlight, barefoot on the damp earth, Anders looks unearthly. Unreal. His hair is haloed about his head, the pale red-gold of it lost in the silvered light. At first, Fenris thinks his eyes are closed, but as he steps closer he sees they’re open, wide and dark, taking in the world. He’s afraid to say anything, afraid to break the spell, or startle Anders if he’s asleep. His hand touches the gate.
Anders turns his head to look at him. His lips are parted and damp and when he sees Fenris, the corners lift.
"I didn’t mean to wake you." His voice is hushed, and Fenris shivers. He thinks of all the things that can come from the sea, mermaids and sirens and selkies, stories he remembers vaguely from his childhood. Wonders if maybe, somehow—
"The moon was so bright," Anders continues. "I wanted to see it. I was…compelled." His mouth twists slightly, and he looks sheepish, and Fenris doesn’t know how he gets from one side of the fence to the other, but that embarrassed half-smile is sweet against his lips.
Anders’ mouth drops open beneath his, a sound of surprise escaping. He doesn’t move, though, doesn’t step back and away. He lets Fenris kiss him, kisses Fenris back. The sea roars in Fenris’ ears, and his heart feels like it’s breaking.
When he steps back, Anders’ eyebrows are still raised in surprise. His lips are damp, the softest pink. His eyes are dark as the earth beneath their feet. His hands are clutching is blanket.
"I was…compelled," Fenris says, and Anders smiles at him, a smile that travels the entirety of his face.