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[propheretic]

propheretic dasharathi lavellan ( DA: I )	eleutheron fenris ( DA II )
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- select character or i will; AU or OU or whatever
- will play dasharathi as companion
- presume dasha & fenris are unromanced, but OTA for whatever

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[dissent]

[ Anders catches that compulsive movement out of the corner of his eyes, and thinks good spitefully — but really it's just an echo of spite. He takes no pleasure in the idea of another's bondage anymore, too joined with Justice to be capable of it. And he and Fenris's feud is so old that even simply wishing him misery and discomfort seems more like habit than any true vindictiveness. So he doesn't say anything else about chains, and it isn't long before the sound of them fades. ]

Not too fast.

[ Waspish. He's old enough to walk with staff in hand now, probing the way, though he's actually keeping up all right; for all the abuses he's put his body through it still holds together with darkspawn blood and raw spirit power. But his knees do ache with the rain — and apparently with the onset of what he has heard other people coin Fadestorms.

Fenris doesn't have to tell him that they're close. The Nightmare had sung Corypheus' calling, and the strains of it are still audible to him the closer they get. This is what Hawke had told him to stay away from — and if he hadn't obeyed her perhaps they wouldn't now need this terrible mission.

Something howls from the rocks to their left, a gut-wrenching noise, and Anders sighs like its bothersome even while his stomach turns over. He mutters to himself fatalistically. ]

Well, you've lived a good long life. Better this than the Deep Roads.

[eleutheron]

Oh, no.

[ Fenris draws the greatsword from his back, scowling, his lyrium brands flashing pale and bright against the dark sky. ]

You're not dying out here, mage. I'm not explaining your corpse to Hawke.

[ They will make it through this, and they will find her. Fenris has survived this long. He's endured hell before and come out swinging, and he has little intention of stopping now. Even if, like Anders, he's not as young as he once was. Even if he's not quite as fast, even if he worries that the lyrium bound to his veins is slowly driving him mad or killing him or both.

He brandishes the sword at whatever's scrabbling up over the rocks, and he hisses. ]

What is it, then? Demon, or darkspawn?

[ He's just going to lunge at it recklessly regardless, but he figures if anyone can give him a second's forewarning, it's Anders. Being both mage and Grey Warden, as he is. ]