[OPEN] I live my life in shackles but I'm borderline free

[solutus]

WHO: Fenris and Anyone
WHAT: A starter open log to get stuff going with folks? Bear with me, please!
WHEN: Anytime this month / Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Feel free to jump in and start some stuff with me? I’m new and I have no idea what’s going on >>;;;
Also: All CR with Fenris is fresh unless you’ve spoken to me (which you can still go do) here. ty!

BATTLEMENTS
Nighttime; late. It’s dark, a few scattered torchlights flicker in the distance, lanterns shine in windows below, but mostly there are stars. Multitudes of them dusting the wide sky. Very few people are up and about at this hour at all, a guardsman making rounds; it isn’t hard to overlook the shadow of an elf stretched out on the parapet, arms folded behind his head, a pair of eyes to catch glinting in the moonlight. Fervanis is rising and Fenris maps its branches, lost enough in thought that approaching footsteps aren’t likely to be heard until they’re very close upon him.

HERALD’S REST (first floor)
Mid-afternoon is a good time to occupy the tavern if one wants to drink but also wants to avoid the boisterous throng of the evening time congregation. Fenris can be found sitting alone at a corner table, a flagon of cheap swill barely touched and getting warm as it sweats onto the table. He has a map and some writing implements out and is working away in his shaky handwriting, the marks he’s making not actual legible language but an odd system of shorthand symbols that only make sense to him. He’s been here a while by the looks of it, blinking with eyestrain and possibly not opposed to a break and a fresh beverage.

VAULT LIBRARY
Fernis’ favorite place he’d found in Skyhold. He’s been spending a lot of time down here. Dank, mouldering, isolated, and ‘homey’, if you asked him. Could use a few corpses, but he took what he could get. Today he’s sitting in the floor on the dusty rug, mindless of the cobwebs, armor shed and scattered around him while he cleans it meticulously, wiping the dried brown blood out of the crevices and buffing the metal with oil until it reflects the eerie light of the room. He looks different without his spiky armor but no less recognizable, lyrium tattoos exposed and hoary bangs falling into his face as he works.

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[solutus]

Yet another of those flat stares that wordlessly agrees with Zevran's assessment, especially in the latter. Fenris is not comfortable enough with intimacy of any sort to take up with a large number of partners. He doesn't feel any sense of superiority about this though, nor does he fault Zevran his exploits. If anything Fenris is a little jealous of those that can be so freely giving of themselves but, that isn't here nor there, and in his opinion it really could happen to anyone. Fenris is secretly very glad it isn't him and he tries not to let his expression reflect that.

"I wasn't suggesting..." He sounds alarmed. If anyone else knows full-well about those 'opportunities'... well. It's just that Skyhold isn't safe either. Corypheus could return and level the whole place as he had Haven any day plus a myriad of other dangers right down to the fact that he'd seen a mace left lying square in the middle of a hallway just this morning. "I'm sure that you will. And if there actually is any way that I can assist you in the meantime..."

He'd like it to be known that he would do whatever he could.

[ombranera]

"I know." It is his own fears he courts in this- new, needling ones wrapped in the absolute certainty that he ruins all that he touches. That there is no way he might raise this child well, that he is unfit. Hands so slick with blood cannot coax forth life- it has ever been this way and he has never thought himself lesser or lacking for it.

And now...

Zevran shakes his head, turning his attention back to the dog and stuffed cow. "At the moment? Return the cow, please. The dog will follow. Why he has taken to both I shall never understand."

[solutus]

Fenris offers a wan smile. He can imagine only to the smallest extent what Zevran must be going through and how he himself would feel. Similarly no doubt, he is a thing custom built for murder too and knows very little else.

Grabbing the cow again he wiggles it free of the dog's maw, a small struggle, and tosses it over. It works like a charm, the dog follows.

[ombranera]

"Thank you." He tucks the pup under his arm and sighs, bracing himself for the shrieking of grief to turn to the shrieking of joy. With as loud as the boy was- it is difficult for one to be better than the other. "Once again unto the grind, I suppose...If I am able to find someone to mind him for the night- or even a few hours- perhaps we might share a drink later? It has been awhile since I've shared the company of someone that speaks actual words."

[solutus]

Pulling his armor back into his lap once the threat of dog is removed, Fenris dips his rag into the oil again and sets back to his task, though his attention is still Zevran's. "Tonight?" he asks, considering. It sounds good, actually. He thinks that he could also use the company, finding himself in another one of his self-imposed isolations lately, a bad habit that seems to happen without his noticing. "I am free. I am free other nights as well, if you find yourself unable to get away. Either way, you know where to find me."

[ombranera]

"I will let you know one way or the other over the sending crystals, so you are not lounging in broody, handsome repose for too terribly long in want of my company." He would hate to miss that lounging and brooding, but Fenris does both often enough for it to not be so rare a thing. "If you like I could bring a book of Antivan poetry- about the sea, of course. Isabella has borrowed everything saucy."

[solutus]

"Of course," he says, lips quirking with the trace of genuine amusement. "That's too bad, but yes, I would like that. Perhaps I'll see what can be done about relieving the kitchen of a cheese board as well." And apples, definitely. Paired with the wine and actual words, they might just manage to make a night of it.

[ombranera]

"Given time and the right incentive I might manage to convince her to return them, but for tonight? Tales of the ocean and its sailors will have to do." Provided they have not been gnawed upon in the meantime. He hasn't had this much property chewed on since he traveled with Barkspawn. "I shall see you then."

[solutus]

"I'll try to manage my disappointment," he snorts in response, actually very much looking forward to hearing poems about the sea. It's a bit distracted though as his attention has already returned to the armor in his lap. "Until later." A clear dismissal, he can tell Zevran is eager to continue about his...whatever he was doing before he'd stopped it to chase down a rogue puppy.