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Two months was a long time; for Anders, it had been spent scrounging coin, calling in favors, and taking ship. Though he had often wondered if he'd ever cross the seas to Tevinter, he'd never anticipated it would be to rescue a resold slave. Thinking of Fenris was difficult for the mage; he didn't imagine the months had been any easier on him. In fact, he dreaded to think what his former companion had endured.

He still hadn't quite gotten over his disbelief; certainly the snarly elf was no bucket of sunshine, and it was true that Hawke's sensibilities were similar more to Anders'. But to think the man would sell Fenris back to the keep of his former master was... well, Anders had never seen a side of Hawke so cold. The man was usually so kind, so patient. When confronted on the matter, he'd so little to say.

IT didn't matter. Anders may have had issue with the surly elf, but he wasn't about to abandon him to a life of slavery. It had taken him so much time to gather himself for the trip, to convince himself that it was indeed the right thing to do.

And as he slipped into the servant's quarters of the expansive mansion, so far from home and help, Anders was still not without doubt. He'd payed off one of the servants to let him in, but he still needed to remain unnoticed. The Tevinter robes he'd swapped for his usual clothes granted him good camouflage in town, but he did not blend as a servant here. He needed to find Fenris quickly.

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The elf's rage quieted somewhat at that, letting himself relax. He was not certain what he wanted to do with Hawke. For the man was part of his past, one in which that was still a mystery to him.

"When we arrive, I will decide what I wish to do" he said simply looking at Anders.

For now he had time with this person, who knew his past and was willing to share it.

"Tell me about myself...please"

"Well I hope you don't do anything to get yourself killed; that would be a waste of a rescue,"he muttered. He cracked an eye at the strange request, giving Fenris a long stare.

"I'm really not the person you want to be asking that," he said, the corners of his mouth hinting at a humorless smile. "My new is a little... skewed. Can't you try and remember on your own?"

"Your assistance would be helpful, considering all that you've said. I assume that you would know me best" Fenris said watching the man closely.

He turned his gaze from him simply "However I have no problem in trying to figure out my own memories myself. " he added the rocking of the boat making him uneasy. He stood then looking around the small room finding an old worn cot tucked against a wall.

"Do you wish to lay down, you look exhausted"

"I suppose I have spent a lot of time with you," he conceeded, sitting up a little in a show of concentration. Okay, let's see, how could he describe Fenris...

"You really don't get along with mages. If anyone talks about freeing mages from The Circle or Framing Templars or anything else to that effect, you get really scowly and lock yourself in your big dak mansion all day. Varric says your corriograph in there, though I am disenclined to believe him."

This wasn't so difficult; okay, what else could he think of?

"You somehow manage being both an obvious alcoholic and kind of a stuck up bigot. Most people can't manage both, the drink bring down their tempers and such," he shook his head, "Regardless. Let's see, what else..." he strummed his fingers along the sharp line of his jaw.

"You are truly terrifying on the battlefield; just ruthless. Brutal. Like a wild animal," he wasn't sure if he was complementing or insulting Fenris anymore, so he stopped. "Is that a fair description?"

Fenris merely stared at the mage for a long moment. He could see himself not favouring mages, him being a Tevinter slave and all, the marking branded into his skin that still sometimes ached. The name Varric brought warmth in his chest and a soft smirk found it's way onto his lips.

"I sound...charming" he said dryly noting how easily Anders pointed out his less than friendly qualities. Though the compliment did caught his off guard it was enough to bring a bit of warmth to his cheeks.

"It will...suffice for now" he said simply perching himself on the cot since the man did not go and take it.

"Well that's why I love you darling; your sparkling personality," he muttered dryly as the shot the elf a lewd smirk.

"I hate to say it, but won't it look strange if we're barged in on and the slave has the bed?" it began as a jest, but real concern went into Anders' voice. "Actually, from what we've already demonstrated, we should actually sleep... together, on the bed."

He hadn't really considered it until that very moment. It was a small, small cot.

Fenris merely snorted at that setting his sword down by the cot. He glanced up at the mage before rolling his eyes.

"If I press against the wall you should be able to to fit in front of me" the elf offered simply. Even during the colder nights he would share his cot with some of the younger slaves keeping them safe and warm.

"If you are my lover I doubt you'll have trouble do that"

"Oh, I actually got you to believe that did I?" Anders rose and stretched his arms above his head; for a human, he was long and lean. Smirking the a proud feline he strode towards the bed and shrugged out of the robe's more flamboyant outer layer. Shucking the extravagant thing aside, he was left in nothing but rich red silken under-robes.

He waited to see if Fenris would still climb into bed before him.

Fenris allowed himself to move his gaze along the length of the man's body. Even he could appreciate the lean muscle hidden beneath the red silk though he kept his face neutral all the same.

He moved with ease then climbing into the small cot and stretched out shifting his hips back to allow the other to lay in front of him.

"Well if you weren't my lover, why would you come all this way just to save me. It is obvious that if that weren't the case we wouldn't even be friends"

"Hm," Anders dropped himself onto the bed, toying with what to say next. He hadn't directly lied to Fenris yet; the elf had made his own assumptions. He wondered how long Fenris would keep believing it for.

"Our relationship is complicated," he said, carefully placing each word. It was truth, no doubt. "We often share... heated interactions.We're not friends, but we fight together."

That had to be a fair explanation; there wasn't a direct lie in it. "You may sleep first, if you like. I'll keep watch."