☄️ | FOR FREEDOM!

@freedomscall sent: ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. i promise. ❜ | for fenris, probably somewhat immediately post-kirkwall; the groveling, for the angst 👀

"A little late for that, isn't it?" Fenris frowned, arms crossed over his chest. He looked calm and collected as he leaned against the little cabin's wall, as casual as he was so many times in the past, when he'd taken up such a stance.

But this time of course, it was out of necessity, rather than nonchalance. The ship was rocking steadily, the seas weren't stormy, but Fenris didn't exactly have 'sea legs'. "This transparency would have been more appreciated weeks ago."

There it was; beneath that layer of cool aloofness, of casual boredom, that only Anders seemed to be able to see through. Fenris was angry. So very angry. And rightfully so.

Anders has many secrets bottled up and buried within him, though only few of those compare now to those that had already bubbled, explosively so, to the surface. There are still things he doesn't know how to explain, however; how to justify in the face of what has already done. One especially that if shared years upon years ago could have easily put a simple end to him and the abomination that he is, was, and had been well before that faithful night in the Chantry that put everything else into motion. He can only imagine how Fenris would react to it now, even when Anders imagines there still lurks some degree of fondness for him under the well deserved ire.

" I… " Lips move, single syllable leaving him before a hesitance causes him to trail. A twinge of nausea blossoms in the pit of his stomach, though hardly invoked by the sway of the ship. He wants to be honest, he wants to be true to what was just promised; for the level of trust his partner had placed in him deserves it. The concept is simple, the act should be simple, if not for how they were both still reeling from the aftermath of Anders' other secrets.