#lyriumghostwolf

He knew he probably shouldn’t have agreed to this, but in the end, he was a healer and he couldn’t really help it. He had come in, asking for help with his daughter, who had caught a nasty fever, so Anders had come along, sighing as he walked through the rows of slaves until he reached the little hut the slave trader apparently called his own. If Fenris would see me here he would rip my heart out without a second thought. Fenris... He sighed a little. He wished he had been there, had fought on his side, defeated Danarius with him. But no... the bastard had taken him, and they would likely never see him again. If he even still lived... apparently the Magister hadn’t seemed too happy with how long Fenris had managed to stay free...

He sighed and bent over the bed, soothing the young woman and going to work. It was a nasty fever indeed, but nothing he couldn’t handle. In just a few moments he had healed her up and gave her some potions with instructions to take them over the next week to further heal and strenghten her body.

“You know... I don’t have any coin to pay you yet, but I can’t let you go without payment” the slaver spoke, and Anders just shook his head. He felt nasty and disgusting enough as it was, he didn’t need any money from this slaver on top of it. The man, however, didn’t seem to care that the mage was refusing, and kept chattering on. “You are well known for the work you do down there in your clinic, so here, let me help you out. He’s ugly, and not quite right in the head, or just dumb, but he should be able to learn how to clean sheets and roll bandages and... whatever you need done. And let me tell you, even though he’s so ugly... he makes for an excellent cockwarmer at night, and he never complains either.”

Anders felt sick, and he was about to just walk out of the market without another word, but despite himself he turned around and looked at the slave he was being offered... for menial tasks and... other services. He had dirty brown hair, it seemed. Or... was it only matted blood with something different underneath? Some shimmers of... silvery? The entire guy was a mess, he clearly had been beaten a lot, tortured with techniques Anders did not even want to imagine. There were lines all over his body, white lines, broken up in places as if someone had tried to rip a tattoo out of the skin. He had a handsome face though, at least what little of the face Anders could see through that dirty shock of hair. And it somehow seemed... familiar? It took Anders a few moments before things clicked into places. The lines. Lyrium lines. 

Fenris.

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Fenris blinked curiously at his friend. “Not that I’m aware… Though you might be better off asking Anders…” Though he got a little worried for his friend. “Is everything alright? Has something happened?”

Sleep felt good, pleasant, he wasn’t ready to wake up and face his hangover, or the sun...why was the sun so bright? How long had he slept in? His apartment only got the evening and late afternoon sun, so he must have missed the whole day, but he was definitely off from work today so he was good in that aspect. Anders groggily sat up, his hair tangled and hanging around his face. He was naked, but that wasn’t too unusual most of the time, especially in the summer. What was unusual was that he noticed a large dog laying at the foot of the bed, which drew his gaze up to a calico cat and then to the tanned, tattooed elf sleeping next to him.

Oh.

Send me “What Do You See?” and my muse will say what they see in your muse’s eyes. 

His ears drooped ever so slightly and he bowed his head a bit. Why not indeed. He shook his head no as he though how to word what he wanted to say. There was one thing Anders didn’t know about him. Two if he included locking himself away for his ruts. He had to say it though.

“Fear.” he spoke softly as he finally looked up at the mage through his bangs. “Fear holds me back. The fear of bonding with you and then you realizing that you didn’t want to be with me. That you wanted some other alpha and that I was a mon- …a mistake.” he corrected himself.

He did view himself as a monster though. Non-mages could not shape shift. Yet he could. And Anders didn’t know about his wolf form. He was afraid of the male finding out and hating him for it. That rejection would kill him. Maker help him, but the mage’s opinion of him mattered so much to him.

lyriumghostwolf

Archer was still a bit confused about this offer, he had not spoken to Fenris in quiet some time. But he got a message from him to come to the studio and so Archer did, with his dog, which he called ‘dog’. Not very convincing but he was always bad with dog names. Slowly he approached the studio and opened the door to get inside.