( it's as if a light switch has turned on behind anders' eyes. with it, he can do things he could never do before. he can feel things he was never meant to feel, see things that aren't his to see.
everything in his body cries out when he's wrenched to his feet, his voice along with them. all at once, fenris has him, and they're moving, and anders feels him as if he's feeling around a cloud, able to sense the world around him in a nebulous way without ever getting a proper grasp.
in this way, fenris has so much more form than he'd ever had before. it's like he's been taken from 2-D to 3-D. anders can't make sense of it. he can't even make sense of the analogy he used to try to make sense of it. )
...you're in pain...
( like anders is. the brands that line fenris' skin are singing out to him, along with other things. fenris is broadcasting so much. were he from this century, he'd compare himself to a newly installed satellite dish picking up signals where previously none existed. all as if it were his own, he feels fenris' annoyance with each step, and his determination to get this over with, and his discomfort— discomfort? what's the cause of that? is it anders' doing? if he could just dig deeper, feel more...
his brain feels like it's going to split in two, but he's placing himself into fenris' body, feeling what he's feeling. he gets something, then. )
...Wait, wait.
( it takes some time for him to stop, and lean against fenris while he peels off what's left of his coat. it's gross, and spotted with blood, and it has a few feathers sticking to it, but he hands it to fenris. )
For your feet. To cover... cover them. From the streets.
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everything in his body cries out when he's wrenched to his feet, his voice along with them. all at once, fenris has him, and they're moving, and anders feels him as if he's feeling around a cloud, able to sense the world around him in a nebulous way without ever getting a proper grasp.
in this way, fenris has so much more form than he'd ever had before. it's like he's been taken from 2-D to 3-D. anders can't make sense of it. he can't even make sense of the analogy he used to try to make sense of it. )
...you're in pain...
( like anders is. the brands that line fenris' skin are singing out to him, along with other things. fenris is broadcasting so much. were he from this century, he'd compare himself to a newly installed satellite dish picking up signals where previously none existed. all as if it were his own, he feels fenris' annoyance with each step, and his determination to get this over with, and his discomfort— discomfort? what's the cause of that? is it anders' doing? if he could just dig deeper, feel more...
his brain feels like it's going to split in two, but he's placing himself into fenris' body, feeling what he's feeling. he gets something, then. )
...Wait, wait.
( it takes some time for him to stop, and lean against fenris while he peels off what's left of his coat. it's gross, and spotted with blood, and it has a few feathers sticking to it, but he hands it to fenris. )
For your feet. To cover... cover them. From the streets.