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It had been painful, separating from Justice. He didn't know how long he struggled and writhed, sobbing as Merrill used the Fade to extract the spirit from the Mage. But when they were done....he felt so empty, like all the passion he'd had gone...or dulled.
Which was why he was so pleased to see Fenris a few days later.
He'd always been attracted to the brooding elf, enjoying his wit and intelligence, not to mention his looks and that lyrium. He was beautiful and Anders had hated that Fenris viewed him with such spite. He was a Mage...and an Abomination to the elf, nothing more.
He and Merrill didn't share about the separation from Justice, but Anders took more time to get to know the elf, charm him, seduce him, give him gifts, come to hear him talk...listen.
Today he arrived with another bottle of fine Rivaini wine...stolen by Isabella...and a old, but well loved book. It was his favourite, a book of poetry that had given him comfort in the circle, in Amaranthine, in Darktown....he wanted Fenris to have it, and hoped the elf would understand what a personal gift like this meant.
Which was why he was so pleased to see Fenris a few days later.
He'd always been attracted to the brooding elf, enjoying his wit and intelligence, not to mention his looks and that lyrium. He was beautiful and Anders had hated that Fenris viewed him with such spite. He was a Mage...and an Abomination to the elf, nothing more.
He and Merrill didn't share about the separation from Justice, but Anders took more time to get to know the elf, charm him, seduce him, give him gifts, come to hear him talk...listen.
Today he arrived with another bottle of fine Rivaini wine...stolen by Isabella...and a old, but well loved book. It was his favourite, a book of poetry that had given him comfort in the circle, in Amaranthine, in Darktown....he wanted Fenris to have it, and hoped the elf would understand what a personal gift like this meant.
