( fenris rockets to his feet so suddenly that the fight-or-flight impulse which runs deep within anders has him following suit, and grabbing his staff to boot. it's a split-second decision, the gut-feeling that believes fenris' gesture was one that meant to harm him, which means he must ready himself in turn.
the second passes, though, and then then another one passes, and fenris makes no attempt to strike him. so, calmly, anders lowers his weapon and returns to his seat. he'll not apologize about his defensiveness. fenris had brought along his massive fucking sword — it's only natural to assume that he has some intention of using it on him, even if it isn't straight away.
the subtle glow that rippled beneath his skin dies away quickly. there's no threat here, not now. )
Your sister told us.
( she'd also said she was a mage, that fenris fought to free her, that his markings were his choice. at the time, he'd called fenris a jealous hypocrite for the ways he disparaged mages while being bound to one for whom he clearly cared, but such an accusations may have been to hasty, looking back. it won't do him much good to repeat all those words now, anyway. they're supposed to be working towards a truce.
besides, he made his point. he knows fenris' name, which should be impossible given the story fenris seems to believe, and yet. )
I know it's difficult to believe, but there must be magic at play. Something that wrecks our understanding of our own experience. I've never known such a spell that could work at such a large scale... Something from the Tevinter Imperium, perhaps.
( anders is, admittedly, fascinated by the alleged spell's power. the imperium has been able to practice and research so freely, it's no wonder that their magic is leagues ahead of that of ferelden, where they're sequestered and forced to practice 'approved' spells beneath the watchful gaze of templars.
there's more he wants to say, but he can't bring himself to. he wants to tell fenris how wrong he is about hawke's love, how hawke murdered him, put him down like a lame dog at the slightest inconvenience, but that's too much for words.
it's better to stay focused. )
Though I can't say for certain, I believe the truth may lie within the commonalities of our memories. We both recall Hawke, so the spell must have limitations. Otherwise, it'd be far more simple to erase Hawke from our memories entirely rather than overwritten parts of him.
Do you remember Isabela? The blood mage, Merrill? Varric? ...Tell me something about each of them.
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the second passes, though, and then then another one passes, and fenris makes no attempt to strike him. so, calmly, anders lowers his weapon and returns to his seat. he'll not apologize about his defensiveness. fenris had brought along his massive fucking sword — it's only natural to assume that he has some intention of using it on him, even if it isn't straight away.
the subtle glow that rippled beneath his skin dies away quickly. there's no threat here, not now. )
Your sister told us.
( she'd also said she was a mage, that fenris fought to free her, that his markings were his choice. at the time, he'd called fenris a jealous hypocrite for the ways he disparaged mages while being bound to one for whom he clearly cared, but such an accusations may have been to hasty, looking back. it won't do him much good to repeat all those words now, anyway. they're supposed to be working towards a truce.
besides, he made his point. he knows fenris' name, which should be impossible given the story fenris seems to believe, and yet. )
I know it's difficult to believe, but there must be magic at play. Something that wrecks our understanding of our own experience. I've never known such a spell that could work at such a large scale... Something from the Tevinter Imperium, perhaps.
( anders is, admittedly, fascinated by the alleged spell's power. the imperium has been able to practice and research so freely, it's no wonder that their magic is leagues ahead of that of ferelden, where they're sequestered and forced to practice 'approved' spells beneath the watchful gaze of templars.
there's more he wants to say, but he can't bring himself to. he wants to tell fenris how wrong he is about hawke's love, how hawke murdered him, put him down like a lame dog at the slightest inconvenience, but that's too much for words.
it's better to stay focused. )
Though I can't say for certain, I believe the truth may lie within the commonalities of our memories. We both recall Hawke, so the spell must have limitations. Otherwise, it'd be far more simple to erase Hawke from our memories entirely rather than overwritten parts of him.
Do you remember Isabela? The blood mage, Merrill? Varric? ...Tell me something about each of them.