apostatejustice

Anders hated Tevinter.

He hated the Magisters, the blood magic, he hated the government, how damn hot it was all the time.

But most of all...he hated the slavery.

He had come to Tevinter, with Nathaniel's financial backing, to pretend to be a Magister, to orchestrate the release of slaves. Bit by bit he was buying, and winning slaves and was setting them free, sending them to Amaranthine to either join the Wardens or to recieve help there to start a life of their own.

But none had stirred him quite like Danarius' favourite slave...Fenris.

The elf was beautiful, and was pretty much the personification of his type, brooding, green eyes, elven ears, graceful...

Danarius however wasn't like the smaller magisters he'd taken down in duels. Danarius was a highly ranked magister....with reasources, contacts, and far too many slaves he would sacrifice to fuel a blood magic spell.

Still...when he was at parties he would always take a few moments to talk to the elf, ask him how he was, maybe make him laugh. And he would plot how to free him.

Tonight he made his way through the gathering and stopped by Fenris' side, giving him a small smile.

"Fenris..."

It had been a very quiet day, with no Templars, no serious injuries or illnesses, no death defying missions with Hawke and no real issues to be dealt with at all. In short it had been excrutiatingly dull and Anders, climbing the final set of Hightown stairs to where Fenris lives, is determined to change this.

So this is why he barges into his rival? Friend? Love Interests? home mid afternoon.

"Honey! I'm home!"