[The noise jerks him out of his sluggish half-haze—literally, and full-bodied. It may not have been too uncomfortable for Fenris, except for the way Anders's hand clamps down on his shoulder, a bizarre, unbidden urge to protect.
Neither of them are really in a moving condition, much less a fighting one. But Fenris was stripped worse than he was; Anders can't do anything about the door, but if someone crosses it, he could respond. In theory.]
Get up. [His voice is hoarse. He clears his throat, and it doesn't get any better.] Get up.
[He won't die to a templar sitting down. He feels an old, familiar stirring of something, like anger or vindication. That's what gets him to standing, even if it's on unsteady feet. He scrapes at the fringes of his mind for a spell, for a thread of mana, anything he could use to defend himself—to defend them both—and comes up frustratingly, painfully empty. Caution abandoned, he takes a few, shuffling steps towards the door, even as the clamor makes its way closer—and then he stops, turns back to Fenris on instinct, eyes wide and uncertain.
It's death or freedom, maybe. He feels elated and terrified, and in the moment, he isn't certain which emotion goes where.]
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Date: 2015-02-12 04:34 am (UTC)Neither of them are really in a moving condition, much less a fighting one. But Fenris was stripped worse than he was; Anders can't do anything about the door, but if someone crosses it, he could respond. In theory.]
Get up. [His voice is hoarse. He clears his throat, and it doesn't get any better.] Get up.
[He won't die to a templar sitting down. He feels an old, familiar stirring of something, like anger or vindication. That's what gets him to standing, even if it's on unsteady feet. He scrapes at the fringes of his mind for a spell, for a thread of mana, anything he could use to defend himself—to defend them both—and comes up frustratingly, painfully empty. Caution abandoned, he takes a few, shuffling steps towards the door, even as the clamor makes its way closer—and then he stops, turns back to Fenris on instinct, eyes wide and uncertain.
It's death or freedom, maybe. He feels elated and terrified, and in the moment, he isn't certain which emotion goes where.]