[Fenris's bed is already warm from his body heat, and sinking into it is simple, effortless, like slotting into where he belonged all along. Stress rolls off of his shoulders in waves, each muscle unwinding inch by inch, bit by bit. He embraces the security and comfort that comes with it, curling eagerly into contact and closeness. His hand skims the warm line of Fenris's ribcage, and then slides loosely around his waist.
He'd been following an instinct, searching for something familiar, but that isn't enough to describe the difference it makes. He's reminded, distantly, of what it used to feel like, during the days when all he had was the next time he'd planned to flee the tower. That abstract feeling of rightness whenever his feet crossed a threshold into the open world.
He's never been truly free a moment of his entire life. But this: this is close to the feeling.
Fenris's throat is bare now, without the bulk of the Qunari collar to restrict him. Anders dips to press his nose into the free space, the crook between his neck and his shoulder, and breathes.]
Mmm. [A hum of affirmation, low and sleepy in his chest.] That would explain a lot, wouldn't it.
[He's feeling his own exhaustion properly now, but wants to sleep less than he did before. His fingers might curl against skin. He wants to keep it in place, all of this: the room, the sky, tree branches against the window, Fenris in this bed.]
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He'd been following an instinct, searching for something familiar, but that isn't enough to describe the difference it makes. He's reminded, distantly, of what it used to feel like, during the days when all he had was the next time he'd planned to flee the tower. That abstract feeling of rightness whenever his feet crossed a threshold into the open world.
He's never been truly free a moment of his entire life. But this: this is close to the feeling.
Fenris's throat is bare now, without the bulk of the Qunari collar to restrict him. Anders dips to press his nose into the free space, the crook between his neck and his shoulder, and breathes.]
Mmm. [A hum of affirmation, low and sleepy in his chest.] That would explain a lot, wouldn't it.
[He's feeling his own exhaustion properly now, but wants to sleep less than he did before. His fingers might curl against skin. He wants to keep it in place, all of this: the room, the sky, tree branches against the window, Fenris in this bed.]