Fenris/Anders 3?
I think we both knew this wasn’t going to be between 100-300 words.Also, this isn’t really a description, more of a “how it happened” story. Sorry, I got carried away. Hope you like it!
It was late at night, and Fenris had been drinking with Hawke for hours at The Hanged Man. He enjoyed their drinking competitions, but when Isabella came calling Hawkes name; he knew the night was over. Fenris always seemed to get lost on his way back to Hightown, but he always found his way to his mansion. Tonight, however, was a different story. He stumbled through Lowtown and into Darktown; taking one too many wrong turns. The walls and roads kept twisting and turning as the alcohol clouded his vision. “Just how much did I drink tonight?” he asked himself, and then chuckled at his own question. If that mage saw how hopelessly lost he was right now, he would.. “Ouch!”Fenris walked straight into a wooden door, not realizing where he was. The thought of the mage slipped his mind, and he observed the door, almost angry at the door for not moving out of his way. Then Fenris realized he had been here before. He opened the familiar door and walked in, unsure of where this door really lead to at the time, only knowing that he felt safe here.Stumbling around and feeling lightheaded, Fenris bumped into a table, and a glass bowl full of milk fell to the floor. It broke beneath his feet, and caused him to take a step back. Fenris rested his hand on a table to collect himself, and observe his surroundings. A dull candle lit the room, and dust shuffled at his feet as he slowly made his way towards a table with blankets on it. He slowly maneuvered his way around the glass, hoping that he wouldn’t step on it. He knew where he was now, in Anders clinic in Darktown. If there were any other place to be right now, he’d take it. But the alcohol made him weary, and he needed to rest. As Fenris climbed onto the table, he felt someone resting under the covers. Surprised, he stumbled back and tripped over his own feet and almost fell over.From behind, Anders grabbed him as he was falling, and caught him before he fell onto the broken glass scattered on the floor.“Are you alright?” Anders asked, his voice raspy as though he had been working all day. “You could have hurt yourself, and I really don’t need any more messes to clean up.”Fenris blushed a bit, and looked over at the table. A cat scampered from underneath the covers, and hopped over what looked like another glass broken from earlier in the day. Cats are so clumsy, he thought, giggling at his own drunken mistake. Then he realized Anders was still holding him as he was giggling, and probably realized how drunk he was. “I would have been fine, but..” Fenris was turning red. Whether it was the wine or the fact that the mage was too close, something had caused his to turn red. Before he could think of anything else to say, he whispered “Thanks.” Anders went from being calm and composed to a bright red, and blushed feverishly. It was probably over the fact that Fenris had actually thanked him for something.It looked as though he was going to say something, because he was stuttering over his own nervousness and clutched Fenris tighter. Before he could even gain enough composure to say something, he slipped over one of the many paper pieces of his manifesto, falling on top of Fenris.The kiss was quick, and yet it lingered. The force from the fall caused their teeth to awkwardly graze each other, creating a sloppy and uncoordinated kiss. Fenris accidentally flicked his tongue into Anders mouth, before pulling back sharply.“Did you ju–”“No! I didn’t mean, it just..” Fenris fumbled over his words. If he wasn’t sober earlier; he was now.“Could you uh..” Fenris said softly, moving his legs from between Anders. “Oh, right, my apologies..” Anders shifted himself off of Fenris carefully, avoiding the glass.Fenris landed on top of one piece of broken glass, and the shard pierced his skin, causing him to bleed. The cut was small and wasn’t deep, but it gave him something to change the conversation with.“Could you maybe, uh, treat this?” Fenris held up his arm to show where the glass had cut him.“Oh, of course!” Anders said with excitement, clearly happy about the new subject for conversation. “Just sit on this table while I get bandages.” Fenris watched closely as Anders searched for bandages, fiddling through scattered medical supplies.“No magic.” Fenris reminded him.“Fine,” Anders smiled slyly. “Have it your way, mage kisser.”
