fenrisanders

Fenris cannot know. He cannot understand and he cannot know, Anders will not be that burden- no more so than he already is. What will come is burden enough, and Anders knows the need and clinging fingers are his own. If Fenris returns that need it is only because he is still so new to it all, so intrigued by each show of emotion that Anders reminds him it is okay to have. To share.

Don’t think how he’ll regret it, don’t think how open he is now and how you’ll ruin it all. Don’t think at all.

Fenris’ hands used to be rough. They used to reach out and snatch and take, as though he expected every offered thing to be torn from his grasp if he did not hold on tight enough. His touch has gentled but he is no less fierce; no less claiming. He folds himself around Anders and cradles him, kissing back with every inch of the ferocity Anders has…

Don’t think. There is no stopping now.

Fenris cannot know why Anders is so frantic, not yet. He will know soon, but… not tonight. Not…

Don’t think.

Ficlet by akaiba

akaiba asked:

"Fenris... don't." Anders says, voice low and broken.

Anders reached out for the elf, but Fenris pulled his arm away in favour of grabbing a full bottle, refusing to look at the Mage.

“At the Chantry…I thought…” Ander’s is pleading now,he’d thought he’d lost this, lost everything, then for Hawke to step up and support him…he’d had hope again, that perhaps he might come out of this alright…

“Hawke stood for you, we needed to present a united front, things were bad enough as it was without the group falling to pieces.” Fenris spat, then placed his bottle down, leaning heavily on both hands on the table in front of him “After everything…I love…I trusted you, and you were lying, the whole damn time…fucking mages…”

Anders tentatively reached for Fenris once more, but the elf span round, taking up his sword and pointing it at Anders who stepped back instantly, eyes full of hurt. 

“Leave, now, before I kill you myself.” Fenris spat venomously, and Anders ran, the door slamming heavily shut as Fenris dropped the sword and took up the bottle once more, sliding to the floor. “Fucking mages…”