Do I detect a note of jealousy?

Danarius is a Tevinter-Magister on his journey to find his long lost favorite pet and weapon Fenris. [[RP blog - feel free to tag me/write me and we can start. :) I don´t mind crossovers, shipping and nsfw or nothing of this at all. Don´t forget that Danarius is a proud lying asshole ;D]]

[errantapostate]

masterdanarius:

It was unfortunate - Danarius had hoped that the Mage-topic would catch the interest of the Healer much more. Usually it was a sensitive topic to every free mage around here.

“So you say in the end it´s every mages own fault?”, the Magister raised and eyebrow and started to walk a little circle around the blond man.

“I just thought.. Would it be nice to take our power back? All the.. bullshit the chantry is telling us mages.. to not rule but serve.”, he chuckled, “Why should we choose serve over rule . I prefer to use the power the Maker has given me, right?”

Danarius shrugged then, since the Mage changed the topic again. Not that the Magister was really interested about what Anders had to say, but rather finding Fenris but.. To ask directly was still not an option.

“Hawke? Is that his Master?”, he asked, still watching Anders carefully, “Well I´m not surprised.. This elf doesn´t seem to show any respect to those who truly deserve it.”

Anders eyes narrowed. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I never said it was our fault we are treated like criminals from birth.” He growled warningly at the man. While no cracks marred his skin, Justice’s voice joined his own. Magister or not, neither of them would allow him to suggest Anders believed the lies the Chantry spewed. "I don’t want to rule anything outside of my own life." If he wasn’t weary of the older man, Anders would have turn around and returned to making potions for the clinic. Something more productive listen to a blood mage attempt to tempt him with power. It was ridiculous of course, if the dozens of desire demons couldn’t tempt him. Creatures that could see into ones heart. What chance did the blood mage have? "And this isn’t Tevinter. Slavery is unacceptable here." He tilted his head. "Unless you want the guardsmen to throw you in the dungeons." He didn’t really know if they had a dungeon, but seeing as Kirkwall used to be a part of the Imperium. They probably did. "And Hawke is his friend or someone he at least listens to. And I assure you, Hawke is more than deserving of his respect." "Now seeing as I can’t help you with your problem why not go and let me work on my clinic." He genuinely tried to sound polite but this man was grating on his nerves. First the mages and now Hawke.

[masterdanarius]

Danarius couldn´t help but smirk. This turned out to be more and more interesting. Something was clearly not normal about this Mage and since Danarius has spend his whole lifetime in Tevinter, knowing this signs of possession.. Well at least he hadn´t expected it with this Anders-guy. But this was no normal demon-possession. This didn´t seem like a demon and that alone caught Danarius´ interest.

"It was not my intention to offend you.", the Magister chuckled and shrugged, not truly interested to apologize at all.

And again the Magister raised both hands, showing that he didn´t mean no harm.. not right now at least. Danarius still tried to keep his cool and get more information out of this run-away-mage.

"I know that you folks outside if Tevinter dislike Slavery a great deal. I´m not that stupid, my friend.", he explained, "But this elf spoke in Tevene. He clearly was a slave, you could see it in his eyes. And those nasty little rats that chose to run away usually search for a better Master. Once a worthless slave, always a worthless slave.", he chuckled, feeling his blood boil with jealousy thinking that Fenris had simply replaced him with another Mage. Oh how he would make sure Fenris never did this again once he was his again...

Danarius was sure that Anders wouldn´t tell him now. It was a shame, but he managed to annoy the blond-man and so he had no choice. Raising his staff, pointing at Anders he chuckled coldly again.

"Tell me - with which demon do you work together? Or spirit? Something is off, I can feel it.", he shrugged, "Talking so noble and then that. You disappoint me."

[masterdanarius]

Danarius chuckles seeing the poor sod of a man sitting in the Hanged Man. He came closer, eyebrow raised in amusement. "You must be the famous bloodmage.", his voice was clearly mocking as he looked down on this mage.

[masterdanarius]

Danarius was never more glad that a magical glamor wore off. Seeing Jared´s face was a relieve, but also made the Magister furious with anger.

He kept the boy up though, knowing that his legs wouldn´t do it themselves. And of course the cheeky boy used...

[parapiercing-blog]

Jared cringed, trying to turn his face away from the other, avoiding eye contact and again, awkwardly wiggling for freedom, a freedom he doubted he'd ever feel again. Jared gave up and closed his eyes, his cheek was now burning with more of a warm feeling, the side of his face was red now. He looked away and noted that the other was actually somewhat concerned for himself, a nice reminder that he was no immortal enemy. "I know of no one who could do this." He wasn't close with anyone in Kirkwall other than Anders, really, and the man was strong, but lacked this power.

[masterdanarius]

Danarius would be really amused to see the little mouse Jared was, cringe and turning away from him. Finally he felt like he could show this cheeky boy what respect was.

But the Magister sadly really had other Problems right now. Only a fool would underestimate what just happened.

"You´re lying.", he growled, still dangerously close to Jareds face and not caring about his bad breath. "I must have been a Mage. I want the names of every Mage you have closer contact to in this city, little mouse." Danarius voice let no doubt that he didn´t accepted anything but the truth right now. He would get it out if Jared - doesn´t matter what was necessary for that information. "Or maybe you started having a little demon following you around.. Did you tried bloodmagic?"

[masterdanarius]

An (Un)willing Homecoming // Danarius & Fenris

[masterdanarius]

Danarius´ eyebrow shot up as soon as Fenris was on his feet again. This was nearly too easy, and the mage knew that it wasn´t his magic alone. The Lyrium was too damaged - too corrupted to be under his control completely anymore. .. Fenris had obeyed.

The Magisters old face was now drawn by a pleased grin in his face. Everything worked out just as planned.

Verania meanwhile had to fight with a different struggle. She wasn´t stupid - Maker no - and she knew what kind of thoughts and wishes her brother had for her right now. It hurt. It was terrible and Variana felt her heart breaking with every single word. But she couldn´t change it. Things were different and she had to accept that.

“The moment..”, she started to explain, “you sold yourself to Magister Danarius I lost you. I lost Leto. He would never be there again.. I knew it from the first moment on.”, her face started to show nearly disgust. “Look at you.. You´re not Leto anymore. Not my brother. You´re a sick elf eaten up by hate and stubbornness. I came here because I hoped we could be like we were once.. Happy.”, Varania sighed. “But you´re not my brother. Fine. .. In that case you now stand under me - thanks to your sacrifice, I climbed up. And now you should show some respect… slave.”

Danarius started to chuckle. “What a lovely familiy-reunion. But she is right, little wolf. She stands above you now.”

[spiritflux]

Slave.

The word made him flinch just as sharply as if she had strode up to him and struck him, and Fenris’s expression dropped, first in surprise and then in sudden, black rage.

She stood above him? A mage? A woman who had sold out her own brother for a chance at glory?!

His feet felt like leaden blocks but he strode forwards, dogged step after dogged step, every inch of his focus on the now-hated woman before him. How he regretted not killing her that day. How he regretted letting her keep her rotten life. He would have given her everything if she had let him - he would have given her everything-…!

Not caring for whatever retribution Danarius might deal out for his disobedience, he crossed the room in several unsteady strides, no longer caring for his nakedness as he grabbed his sister by the throat, brands flaring erratically as he shoved her roughly back against the wall. “I owe you no respect,” he snarled furiously. “Respect for what - betraying your little brother? Selling yourself back to the same damned country that enslaved you in the first place, for fancy robes and a pretend game of power? You disgust me - I would kill you right here if it would amend the fact that I was too much a coward to do the deed the last time that I saw you.”

[masterdanarius]

Varania backed away in fear as her brother suddenly came closer. He wouldn´t do anything would he? He wouldn´t hurt his big sister, right?

But she was wrong because suddenly her throat was grabbed and she found herself pushed against the wall. Fear struck her like a lightning bolt and she didn´t dare to move for a moment.

"L-Leto..", she croaked, reached up to shove Fenris´ hands away without much success. "You..ah..don´t understand.", Varania tried to explain, which was difficult with having her air cupped off.

Danarius rolled his eyes, more annoyed than concerned about what was happening in front of his eyes. This was clearly not what he had planned, and the elven-woman could still be useful for him, so there was no way he would let her die. But before he could even raise his arm to punish Fenris for his misbehaving, Varania herself took action. The arm, that still pressed her against the wall, was grabbed by her more pale, smaller hands as she summoned flames to burn her brothers arm. She had no choice. Fenris didn´t gave her any.

Magister Danarius on the other hand knew how stubborn his former slave could be, and that flames alone may not stop him - so the Mage continued with his own plan and send a shock-wave of his magic through the white, damaged lines on Fenris´ body. This time with the intention to hurt him.

"Tsk tsk.", Danarius shook his head, "Still no self-control over your emotions, my pet. This was always annoying. You really should work on that.", his voice sounded bored.

[loquaciousquark]

Okay but seriously can we talk about this for a second

forehead lyrium dots

that codpiece

bare feeties

ponytail

boy that’s a lot of chains

danarius was either really concerned about his muscles getting free or there was a new wave of chain chic in tevinter couture

he’s still pretty pale

double-wielder!

spikes, spikes everywhere - at least that hasn’t changed

seriously that codpiece, with the dangly cloth thing it looks like one of those “pull-adhesive-tab-to-remove” wall hooks

forehead lyrium dots

[masterdanarius]

Danarius was never more glad that a magical glamor wore off. Seeing Jared´s face was a relieve, but also made the Magister furious with anger.

He kept the boy up though, knowing that his legs wouldn´t do it themselves. And of course the cheeky boy used his chance to insult him again.

Slap! The sound of Danarius´ palm hitting the boys face stood in the room for a moment. The hit was nothing compared to what he could do to Jared - it was more of a.. nearly fatherly way to discipline a too cheeky young boy.

“Don´t lie to me, little mouse.”, he growled dangerously calm. “I want to know what´s going on here. If it wasn´t you.. who would have any interest to make you look like me? Think!”

[parapiercing-blog]

Jared yelped, his head being forced to the side from the blow. The sting brought tears to his eyes, and he kept his gaze away from the magister’s face. No one he knew was capable of such magic, not that he knew of, anyway. Jared finally turned back to Danarius, wincing at just the sight of his face, he cleared his throat and spoke. “I don’t know.” Was the only response he could come up with.” "No one I know… no one who knows about you is capable of doing this.” Jared realized he probably shouldn’t have let it slip that he’d informed others of Danarius’s presence, however he decided it best that his friends, his mentor, know.

[masterdanarius]

The Mage was pleased with the reaction his slap had on Jared. That was exactly what he had hoped for.. Sometimes this was more effective than any magic could be.

"I see.", Danarius mumbled, still keeping the boy close. "So you told others about me, mhm?", he chuckled amused and it was a useful information for later but.. that didn´t answered any questions.

"You do see, my boy, that this is a problem.", he grumbled, "We - yes we have to find out who would do this to you. It could be meant to hurt us both."

[masterdanarius]

An (Un)willing Homecoming // Danarius & Fenris

[masterdanarius]

It was hard for the Magister to keep a straight face - again he could clearly feel and see the damage. There was no strength, no struggle.. nothing that was of use for his magic to control. Instead the damaged elven-body simply crashed weak to the floor.

Danarius sighed deeply and annoyed about that. But what had he expected? The Lyrium was highly poisonous and known to damage everybody that has too much contact with it. That Fenris, years ago, had survived the ritual and was indeed still alive until now was a little miracle itself. But Danarius had never planned what could happen when his faithful slave might escape one day.. And he now was still unsure how to stop the Lyrium from eating Fenris basically alive.

“Get up again!”, the Mage barked annoyed, trying again to pull the invisible stings that connected his magic with Fenris´ marks, even though he knew he wouldn´t do much.

Varania watched her brother - just a ghost of the proud creature he once was - and tried to keep her gaze unemotional. Crying wouldn´t help. Being angry wouldn´t help either..

“No, Leto..”, she sighed, daring to take a step closer, “I told you that Freedom didn´t do me and Mother any good.. And look at you. Look what Freedom gave you in the end.”, she shook her head, “It is better that way, brother. You will be okay again.. And we could be a family. Back to our places and our home.”

[spiritflux]

Danarius’s magic might have had little control over him, but Fenris almost scrambled to his feet at the command in his voice alone. He was rapidly remembering why he had sworn never to return here - these stones had not changed, this estate had not changed, and in his mind he was suddenly fourteen again, strapped down by his wrists and ankles and throat and dripping blood onto the blade of a lyrium carver’s knife. The mentality of a slave was rapidly returning to him and he could not stop his body from obeying before it had already scrambled to attention.

He found the will to push himself back to his feet, though he was not sure if the strength was his or Danarius’s. He was only half in control of his body; his brands cast an unearthly glow across the room as his master held him, straight and unsteady, grasped by the power of a mage who hopelessly outshone him.

His mouth, however, was not under the magister’s control, and neither were his eyes. They found Varania across the room, blazing with anger and injured betrayal. He had not forgotten what she had done - he would never forget what she had done. She had betrayed him in the worst way possible, and he could not find it within himself to forgive her.

“I will never be your family," he snarled, his words dripping venom. "Do not call me ‘brother’, mage. I want nothing to do with you."

[masterdanarius]

Danarius´ eyebrow shot up as soon as Fenris was on his feet again. This was nearly too easy, and the mage knew that it wasn´t his magic alone. The Lyrium was too damaged - too corrupted to be under his control completely anymore. .. Fenris had obeyed.

The Magisters old face was now drawn by a pleased grin in his face. Everything worked out just as planned.

Verania meanwhile had to fight with a different struggle. She wasn´t stupid - Maker no - and she knew what kind of thoughts and wishes her brother had for her right now. It hurt. Terrible and Variana felt her heart breaking with every single word. But she couldn´t change it. Things were different and she had to accept that.

"The moment..", she started to explain, "you sold yourself to Magister Danarius I lost you. I lost Leto. He would never be there again.. I knew it from the first moment on.", her face started to show nearly disgust. "Look at you.. You´re not Leto anymore. Not my brother. You´re a sick elf eaten up by hate and stubbornness. I came here because I hoped we could be like we were once.. Happy.", Varania sighed. "But you´re not my brother. Fine. .. In that case you now stand under me - thanks to your sacrifice, I climbed up. And now you should show some respect... slave."

Danarius started to chuckle. "What a lovely familiy-reunion. But she is right, little wolf. She stand above you now."

[biowarefangirlism]

the masters and their tragedies

[pendency-deactivated20150404]

There’s a series of Latin “lessons” recently posted, 1 through to 8 so far.  Reimagining the Cambridge Latin Course from the blog owner’s comments.  Meanwhile I choked on my spit laughing while imagining it recast with Fenris / in Tevinter.  There’s motherfucking lions in dining rooms and a slave called Felix who punches mean thieves and fathers an illegitimate freeborn son who runs around punching mean dogs. 

Plus if you ever wanted realistic Latin references for your fake Tevene, it’s got everything:

Danarius e taberna revenit  (comes home from the pub).

Danarius ebrissimus est (completely fucking hammered).

Danarius materfutor scelestus est (creepy motherfucker).

Fenris vinum optimum biberat (drank all the good wine).

Fenris fabulam longam narrat (tells a really fucking long and boring story).

EVERYTHING

[actualwashington]

MYTHS ARE FUCKING GREAT

[marisandthedemon]

Fragile Things; Open

[masterdanarius]

The Wilds were a dangerous place - even Magister Danarius wasn´t foolish enough to take this place easy.

His men were tense, some of them already died on their way to this little camp. Strange things were happing in those woods, and Danarius was quite sure that the connection to the fade was more than thin between those blasted trees.

But Danarius was eager to figure out what was going on - find the witch, find her secrets to get more and more powerful.. Maybe finally figure out how to deal with the Lyrium correctly. It was a long way to go.

The Mage sighed, looking at the little fire they dared to make - even if it would lure wolves to their camp.. They needed some warmth.

Suddenly his men were quickly on their feed - raising their weapons. Danarius quickly followed, taking his staff and was ready to attack.

But all he saw was a damn skinny, half-dead girl. His men let their weapons sink again, since she didn´t seem to be of any danger.

“What do you want, girl?”, the Magister snarled and as the only person was still tense, since he just.. felt something was off here.

[marisandthedemon]

Longing felt Maris tense, thinking only of the men and their weapons and how frightened she was.

Hush, pet, all will be well. The demon crooned, but it could not help but feel… Uneasy. It was not the armed men, of course. They were strong, but stupid, and if it came to a fight it would make short work of them.

No, what gave the demon pause was the old man. A withered thing like that, traveling in the wilderness surrounded by guards? Something was not quite right, here.

The demon allowed Maris’ knees to give out, as they had been ready to for so long. Suspicions were irrelevant, Maris needed food and shelter, and this peculiar old man seemed the best suited to provide that, willing or no.

"P-please. They attacked the village. I-I’ve been running for days…"

[masterdanarius]

No. Something is not right. This is no normal girl Danarius thought, feeling the presents of something else with the girl. Since his home, Tevinter, was full of mages dealing with the fate, with demons and spirits, bloodmagic all the time, you get a feeling for it over the years.

But what kept the Magister away from saying it out loud was basically that this woods were a connection to the fade itself nevertheless.. Maybe his senses were playing him a trick?

Carefully he let his staff sinking again, watching the girl with strict, cold eyes.

"Why should I care, girl?", he grumbled, "I don´t have time, nor have a mercy for somebody who isn´t willing to pay.", he waved his hands, suddenly coldly smirking.

"I mean.. my men are bored if you´re willing to pay with your body.", he chuckled and so did his men behind him, licking their lips.

But Danarius quickly shook his head. "But as usually young things like you are not willing to do that.. so tell me what I would get from you.", he pointed at a place next to the fire, with some meat grilling over it that already smelled delicious.

".. And I may think of letting you stay for a night."

[parapiercing-blog]

Jared’s eyes went wide as the magister mentioned his potential, and he got defensive, his mind slipping and he spoke without thinking. "Is that why you keep botherin’ me? torturing me! You want this potential of mine?" His voice was a low snarl, his eyes narrowing at the...

[parapiercing-blog]

Jared felt weak now, and there was a flash, and he was back to Jared, his feet dangling awkwardly, his eyes wide and scared. "Why did you come here?" His expression changed to anger and he grit his teeth, and he made this kind of pathetic wiggle in an attempt to get free. He realized the act was entirely futile and gave up, "I don't know how it happened. I woke up and I had the face of a shriek." Still with the angered insults, which he knew were going to get him in trouble. He still wanted to show he could metaphorically stand up to Danarius.

[masterdanarius]

Danarius was never more glad that a magical glamor wore off. Seeing Jared´s face was a relieve, but also made the Magister furious with anger.

He kept the boy up though, knowing that his legs wouldn´t do it themselves. And of course the cheeky boy used his chance to insult him again.

Slap! The sound of Danarius´ palm hitting the boys face stood in the room for a moment. The hit was nothing compared to what he could do to Jared - it was more of a.. nearly fatherly way to discipline a too cheeky young boy.

"Don´t lie to me, little mouse.", he growled dangerously calm. "I want to know what´s going on here. If it wasn´t you.. who would have any interest to make you look like me? Think!"

[masterdanarius]

An (Un)willing Homecoming // Danarius & Fenris

[masterdanarius]

Varanias hands were shaking. She could hear her own heartbeat and breathing was hard, when her brother actually turned around.

His face.. so similar, so familiar - now tired and angry glaring at her.. Variana felt her heart breaking all over again. Yes - she had betrayed him and she would take all the responsibilities that were needed for her own actions - but he was still her brother.. And up to this point she still wasn´t sure if her way was the right. But what kind of choice was there for her?

The elven woman didn´t backed away. She didn´t even flinched - all she did was facing the ground, looking guilty.

“Leto..”, she said again, the name like a silent pray, “I.. needed to see you. I´m glad you decided it is the best to come back. Back home.”

Danarius rolled his eyes as the other elf actually disturbed his work. The only thing that kept him away from punishing Varania for it, was that he now could see how much control Fenris still had over his Lyrium. The Magister watched, raising an eyebrow before he send again his magic through the Lyrium - trying to control Fenris´ actions like had done before. Making him stop if he planned to attack. Not because he wanted to spare Varania.. but to see if his control still had any influence on the damaged material.

[spiritflux]

With his sister’s appearance he had almost forgotten why he was there, and the unexpected surge of magic stole the strength from his legs. He felt his knees buckle - naked, he collapsed to the floor, all of the strength ripped from his limbs. He knew this feeling - controlling him had been one of Danarius’s favourite tricks, all of those years ago - but instead of that puppet-like, stringed-up feeling that he was used to this time the lyrium rejected him entirely, and though his body surrendered itself to Danarius’s control the magister would have found little strength left there to work with.

And all the while, with his palms pressed flat and clammy to the stone floor, with his body shaking and sweaty, he could not ignore the feel of Varania’s eyes on him.

So, his own sister had come to gloat at how far he’d fallen, had she? Well, this was her answer. She could see him for what he was; this skinny, wretched beast, stripped naked and subjugated beneath his old master. His ears burned with shame at the thought.

"Back where I belong, you mean," he snarled at the floor, the lyrium in his skin flaring erratically. He had always regretted not killing the woman the last time that he’d seen her; and over the last few years he’d built her up in his mind to be such a demon that he couldn’t imagine that she might have space in her heart for regrets of her own.  "And you have been waiting for this day, no doubt."

[masterdanarius]

It was hard for the Magister to keep a straight face - again he could clearly feel and see the damage. There was no strength, no struggle.. nothing that was of use for his magic to control. Instead the damaged elven-body simply crashed weak to the floor.

Danarius sighed deeply and annoyed about that. But what had he expected? The Lyrium was highly poisonous and known to damage everybody that has too much contact with it. That Fenris, years ago, had survived the ritual and was indeed still alive until now was a little miracle itself. But Danarius had never planned what could happen when his faithful slave might escape one day.. And he now was still unsure how to stop the Lyrium from eating Fenris basically alive.

"Get up again!", the Mage barked annoyed, trying again to pull the invisible stings that connected his magic with Fenris´ marks, even though he knew he wouldn´t do much.

Varania watched her brother - just a ghost of the proud creature he once was - and tried to keep her gaze unemotional. Crying wouldn´t help. Being angry wouldn´t help either..

"No, Leto..", she sighed, daring to take a step closer, "I told you that Freedom didn´t do me and Mother any good.. And look at you. Look what Freedom gave you in the end.", she shook her head, "It is better that way, brother. You will be okay again.. And we could be a family. Back to our places and our home."

[masterdanarius]

[[OOC: Thanks everybody :) many new followers I´m happy! - also i will answer to everybody as soon as I can. Feel free to write/ask/drop a starter anytime! - I don´t bite.. But Danarius might ;D]]

[marisandthedemon]

Fragile Things; Open

Another cough racked Maris’ small body, and again Longing was struck by how much it hurt. Maris was not the first mortal to play host for the demon, and certainly not the first to fall ill, but nothing could accustom Longing to all the little… annoyances of mortal vessels Sniffles. Coughs. Chills. Maris had always been a skinny thing, and after months out in the wilds, living off of stolen bread and magic-slain game, she had only shriveled further. Her already gaunt face was practically skeletal now. Longing did not know much of human bodies, but even it could tell that something was very wrong. And then the cough had began. Maris tried to assure the demon that it was nothing, just the result of sleeping in the rain, but Longing was… Unsure. It was worried. It quite liked its little host, and to have her succumb to something as mundane as disease… Well, it wouldn’t do.

"I don’t want to go there." Maris had whispered, as the demon forced her to walk towards the little camp. "What if they don’t want me there? What if they hurt me..?"

None will hurt you, pet. Longing had promised. I will not allow it.

And indeed, Longing would not allow it. If the inhabitants of the camp proved merciful, gullible, then that was all well and fine. But if they refused to take in the poor, shivering girl; if they offered her violence, then… Well. What were a few more bodies left in the wood? It might even solve Maris’ food situation, for a time. A shame, a terrible waste, and the girl would likely cry, but… Well, she knew Longing had her best interests at heart.

"H-hello?" Called Maris’ voice as they neared the camp, but it was not the woman who spoke. Longing had borrowed her tongue, for a time. Maris was frightened and knew little of manipulation. It was best this way, really. Longing would weave a tale and Maris would sit, safe in the back of her mind as her body played puppet for the demon. The first time it had happened Maris had been afraid, but she had grown accustomed to it by now. In some ways, she preferred it. Longing would know what to do. Longing always knew what to do.

Things would be alright.

[masterdanarius]

The Wilds were a dangerous place - even Magister Danarius wasn´t foolish enough to take this place easy.

His men were tense, some of them already died on their way to this little camp. Strange things were happing in those woods, and Danarius was quite sure that the connection to the fade was more than thin between those blasted trees.

But Danarius was eager to figure out what was going on - find the witch, find her secrets to get more and more powerful.. Maybe finally figure out how to deal with the Lyrium correctly. It was a long way to go.

The Mage sighed, looking at the little fire they dared to make - even if it would lure wolves to their camp.. They needed some warmth.

Suddenly his men were quickly on their feed - raising their weapons. Danarius quickly followed, taking his staff and was ready to attack.

But all he saw was a damn skinny, half-dead girl. His men let their weapons sink again, since she didn´t seem to be of any danger.

"What do you want, girl?", the Magister snarled and as the only person was still tense, since he just.. felt something was off here.

[masterdanarius]

An (Un)willing Homecoming // Danarius & Fenris

[masterdanarius]

The Magister’s eyes never left Fenris when the elf started to undress. With every layer of clothes Danarius saw more and more of the damage that the Lyrium already had caused.

He clenched his teeth - every sense of amusement and the tempt to mock his run-away-slave were gone in one go.

Fenris was his property. His alone. And he was damaged. All that work - all that time.. and just because that idiot of an elf chose to run away, it was now in this bad state.

“I hope you feel the shame, my pet.”, Danarius growled and started to walk in a circle around him, as the last bit of clothing fell to the ground. “I hope you see and feel and finally know that it was the worse decision to run away from me. Look at you! You were a proud warrior once - a slave yes, but still proud - and beautiful. This is..”, he made a gesture with his hand as if he wanted to shush away a fly. “Ugly. Sick. Damaged.”

And for once Danarius stop talking, but touching the grey-ish skin, sending new sparks of magic through that weakened body and writing down anything that was off. Every now and then he murmured “Horrible. Broken”, as the true damage showed itself more and more.

While the Magister actually worked on a way to repair his broken property, another one entered the room. Green eyes - similar to Fenris´ - but with so much more life inside at this state, red hair, long ears. As soon as Fenris had entered Tevinter, the rumors of the return of the long-lost famous Lyrium-warrior went around like a wild-fire… Just that Varania wouldn´t believe it, until she actually saw him.

And here he was. Naked. Sick. Back again in their personal hell.

The elven woman covered her mouth with a hand and she felt her eyes burning. So many thoughts all at once: Shame, guilt, pity and the silent happiness to see her brother again - even under these circumstances.

“Leto…”

[spiritflux]

With every word that Danarius spoke, Fenris cringed away from him. They were by no means the harshest words that his master had spoken to him, but they drove through him like lances; ugly. Broken. Sick. Damaged. Each was punctuated with a flush of magic that dug sharp claws into his veins, worked its nails under his muscles and broke him apart piece by piece. That open inspection was an intense sort of shame, and one that he had not felt for a long time.

Gaze set fixedly on the floor, his ears red with discomfort, he didn’t realise that someone else had entered the room until he heard that name.

Leto.

Varania had told him, once, that this was the name that he had been born to; but he had been Fenris for so long that he could not shuck that moniker so simply. He had tried, once, to stand before a mirror and repeat that unfamiliar name until it matched his face, but white hair and scarred skin had wiped out the boy who had once owned it, and the name no longer fitted him.

The realisation that his sister was there, witnessing this broken tumble from grace, snapped his gaze up from the floor. Why was she there? The creature who had sold him out for her own desire for favour - was she one of Danarius’s apprentices now? What other favours had he granted her in exchange for witnessing her brother’s downfall?

Suddenly, the fact that he was naked - the fact that Danarius was so close - no longer mattered to him. He had always regretted letting her live, and now he had the chance to rectify his mistake. The lyrium in his skin sputtered and flared into life; flickering angrily as he took a step forward. “What are you doing here?” he demanded angrily. “What is it you want of me?”

[masterdanarius]

Varanias hands were shaking. She could hear her own heartbeat and breathing was hard, when her brother actually turned around.

His face.. so similar, so familiar - now tired and angry glaring at her.. Variana felt her heart breaking all over again. Yes - she had betrayed him and she would take all the responsibilities that were needed for her own actions - but he was still her brother.. And up to this point she still wasn´t sure if her way was the right. But what kind of choice was there for her?

The elven woman didn´t backed away. She didn´t even flinched - all she did was facing the ground, looking guilty.

"Leto..", she said again, the name like a silent pray, "I.. needed to see you. I´m glad you decided it is the best to come back. Back home."

Danarius rolled his eyes as the other elf actually disturbed his work. The only thing that kept him away from punishing Varania for it, was that he now could see how much control Fenris still had over his Lyrium. The Magister watched, raising an eyebrow before he send again his magic through the Lyrium - trying to control Fenris´ actions like had done before. Making him stop if he planned to attack. Not because he wanted to spare Varania.. but to see if his control still had any influence on the damaged material.

[masterdanarius]

For once Marcus was really happy about how the events turned out so good for him. He would get chocolate and his Papa was safe! .. that was all that mattered right?

Brutus listened closely and was happy that Fenris seemed so happy himself for once. “I´m happy that I can come with you, Master.”, the smaller elf nodded and was really excited that he would leave this mansion again. Since he was chosen to be Fenris´ personal slave, he had such an exciting life! And he was just happy to be at the white-haired´s site.

“We should better get food then, that won´t be bad so fast, right?”, Brutus suggested, “Because my mother always told me, when she was speaking about how it is in other places, that Antiva is really hot as well.”, the little elf started to frown and remembered also that his Mother had told him, that elves in Antiva were free.. Being free? What if they had a chance too.. should he even think that way?

“How about rice.”, he rather suggested, while following Fenris outside and helping him with his work. Brutus carried everything that was given to him and he tried to pay attention when his Master ordered the ship - so he would learn how to do it and maybe do the smaller works to help his Master a lot.

It didn´t took them all too long to finish the main work and finally walk to also get Master Marcus chocolate.

[broodyfenris]

"You are? That’s good, i think Danarius wants you to come with me more often." And it was good for Fenris to get any help. "So, let’s buy everything." Both walked through the Capital and did everything his Master had ordered him to do. He made clear they would have a ship for the next day and they also bought enough food for the coming days. "Make sure you learned something, Brutus." Both on their walk back to Danarius with the food and Marcus’ chocolate. Hopefully this little kid would be happy about it. It would make the elf really happy to look into some happy eyes of that kid. Only if his Masters wife wouldn’t be there. Fenris sighed. "Come, let’s go a bit faster, there’s much to do. Don’t speak with anyone just go home with me and then i’ll give you further instructions." And so they did. Better not to talk with anyone because no one could know what would happen or if there was another slaver who wanted to get them. Especially Fenris was very famous in this city. They needed to hurry a bit.

[masterdanarius]

Brutus really tried the best he could. He followed Fenris eagerly and tried to remember every single action. It was hard for him - he wasn´t so smart and he wasn´t as fit as Fenris was.. In general did Brutus wonder how Fenris managed to be so strong. Maybe it was because of his strange Tattoos? He didn´t dared to ask.

On their way back it was slowly becoming dark and Brutus started to be a little afraid. "I-I won´t talk to anybody..", he said quickly. Indeed some people tried to stop them - or rather Fenris - and started to talk to them, or be rude to them because they were elves. Brutus couldn´t wait to finally leave Tevinter.. it was a scary place.

Marcus came running to the door as soon as he heard it being opened. "Chocolate!", he yelled and looked at Fenris with big eyes.

Danarius followed him on his way. "Don´t eat to much of it.", the Magister warned, "Nobody likes round Mages, my dear.", a small, honest smirk crossed his lips.

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[[MasterDanarius]] "Oh the dear prince of Starkhaven, I see.", Danarius smirked, "I wonder if the famous ´last son´ would listen to an old Magister talk."

"A Magister?" Sebastian wondered about the fact a Magister was visiting him in the Chantry. "Is there something special? Can i help you?"

[masterdanarius]

For a moment Danarius simply silently smirked at the prince and then started to walk around a little bit - looking at the chantry and especially the huge figure of Andraste.

“I always wondered..”, the Magister started with the thought to not directly say what he wants, “Why your chantry keeps praying to Andraste as if she was a god herself.”

[snaketato-deactivated20221118]

Sebastian didn’t know what to say, so he watched the Magister with wary eyes and furrowed his brows at his words. “Do you have any problem?”, he asked with a little squint. “Do you want something special? What’s your name?” This man seemed dangerous, at least not from here. A Tevinter magister?

[masterdanarius]

Danarius sighed and reached to adjust his ponytail again, carefully not looking at Sebastian at all. “My name is Brutus.”, the Magister simply lied. “I´m just looking for some spiritual help. I had a awfully scary meeting with a strange elf, you know?”, he continued his lying. He had already figured out that speaking openly wouldn´t help him here.

[snaketato-deactivated20221118]

Sebastian squinted at the man but stoped doing so when he told he his name. He still was wary but this seemed to be okay for now. “A strange elf? But of course you’ll get spiritual help if you ask for it.” He smiled at him and nodded. “Do you want me to tell me about him? Maybe i can really help you.” This man was strange, but the archer would test to find out what he wanted to do now. And of course he was a brother and never refused on helping people. As long as it didn’t affect his friends.

[masterdanarius]

Danarius smiled a fake smile back at the chantry brother and nodded thankfully.

"I really just wanted to mind my own business..", he started to tell his stoy, "But then this white-haired elf attacked me.. He had strange Tattoos, you know? .. Any chance that you know him, my dear prince?", the Magister asked and again looked up to the statue of Andraste as if he was really thoughtful and hurt about the topic.