[ If he is to pass out at some point, a warm lap is not the worst place he could do it. It's another couple seconds of memory before he realizes Anders has posed a legitimate question. The commotion of Antivans seems louder now, probably a brawl between drunks or merchants over a sovereign. ]
...I don't know. Treasure?
[ It had been a strange time, regardless. In spite of everything trying to kill them—that never changed—he remembers accompanying Hawke with a strange lightness in his heart, free of some overbearing darkness he hadn't even noticed until Kirkwall was behind them and only observed crawling back upon their return. Like the city's very foundations had become corrupted by centuries of suffering and blood that soaked into the stone, inviting madness, death. He remembers walking through that green country and not hating anything as much as he thought he had. Not even Anders, who for only a short time seemed to behave with a similar ease. How much had been them, and how much had been Kirkwall?
Not that it matters much anymore. It feels like a lifetime ago, just as it would seem that Hawke has forgotten them both. Fenris chooses to think this because forgetting will always be preferable to the alternative.
Sundown. Strange noises issue from a distance beyond the door, enough to catch interest, before a single yell of alarm breaks loose and the unseen halls erupt in a cacophony of unmistakable violence. ]
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Date: 2015-02-11 06:10 am (UTC)...I don't know. Treasure?
[ It had been a strange time, regardless. In spite of everything trying to kill them—that never changed—he remembers accompanying Hawke with a strange lightness in his heart, free of some overbearing darkness he hadn't even noticed until Kirkwall was behind them and only observed crawling back upon their return. Like the city's very foundations had become corrupted by centuries of suffering and blood that soaked into the stone, inviting madness, death. He remembers walking through that green country and not hating anything as much as he thought he had. Not even Anders, who for only a short time seemed to behave with a similar ease. How much had been them, and how much had been Kirkwall?
Not that it matters much anymore. It feels like a lifetime ago, just as it would seem that Hawke has forgotten them both. Fenris chooses to think this because forgetting will always be preferable to the alternative.
Sundown. Strange noises issue from a distance beyond the door, enough to catch interest, before a single yell of alarm breaks loose and the unseen halls erupt in a cacophony of unmistakable violence. ]