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Zevran hung in a net, caught with branches and leaves and all tied up in a mess. He would have been fine if it hadn’t been a pitfall AND a lift net. He’s caught at such an angle that he’s having a bit of trouble getting to his knives. By the SMELL of the net, it was a long forgotten hunting trap.” BRASKA!!!”
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“I am so sorry”
Well it might be awkward and it was awkward since Archer was all about hating mages and in the end he would let Anders take him. Well to be honest he had some kind of crush on him, but he also hated him. When Archer heard Fenris voice he looked over to him, looking a bit shocked.
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❝I like you, you’re funny. Not like all the other stuck-up bitches.❞
Mairon x Fenris
For @admirable-mairon and @lyrium-burned, because I love the way they rp and all their threads
Morning After
Meme | @lyrium-burned
When Legolas bothered to remain in his chambers long enough to fall into reverie, he without fail was already up and exploring the wood before the sun had fully risen. That was why, when he woke to the thin rays of dawn filtering through one of the few windows in the keep, he was stunned and more than a little confused.
Addled by the extra rest, the prince couldn’t remember more than dinner, then a heated argument, then...
He wished he was surprised to see Fenris beside him, instead his heart filled even as his stomach plummeted. Would the tattooed elf hate him? Would he leave? Legolas had gleaned enough of the other elf’s land to know that such casual relations were commonplace, but would it drive the other away if he knew how much Legolas desired more.
“Fenris? Please do not wake up murderous...”
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@lyrium-burned
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Fenris:
Oh he should. Just pee all along the other’s shoulder and make him regret it. Cuddles? That was the name they were giving him!? Fenris hissed at the name but tried to remain still in case he was to fall. From up this high he could only imagine the pain that would happen from it.
What he hated the most though was that the stroke to his cheek. It almost felt good… His head seemed to lean into it before once again fish was brought up. Fenris hissed and his tail smacked against the back of the mage’s head. No fish!
Encouraged when the kitten rubbed against his thumb, Anders set out to get it to purr. He scruffed its head and chin, stroked it from its forehead to the tip of its tail and scritched its back and shoulders. He had to keep one hand on it anyway. The collar on his coat was stiff and high and the material of his tunic was perfect to sink claws into, but the kitten was still vulnerable to falling and needed support.
He was surprised at how attached he’d become so quickly. The little guy was a fighter. That was probably it. “You remind me of someone, an elf named Fenris.” Anders whispered. “He and I don’t see eye to eye on anything, but he’s tough and fearless, like you. He’s very spikey. You’re much softer.”
He kept one supportive hand on the kitten when they finally found the bandits Hawke had been looking for, the whole time they fought, and petted it all the way back to his clinic in Darktown.
There, they were finally able to relax, and Anders picked the kitten off his shoulder, lay down on his cot, and put it on his tummy. The kitten probably needed a sandbox and food, but Anders wanted to take a few more minutes to get to know it. “Good boy,” he smiled. “You weathered all of that as well as Ser Pounce-a-lot used to.”
“Omega’s aren’t slaves and they’re not porcelain dolls!”
“Okay if you were a porcelaine doll you would be on my shelf looking pretty, no you are also not my slaves wether or not i marked you ro not.”
