[Closed] A perfect storm

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, established-CR people; poke me on plurk or in Discord for a top level if you'd like!
WHAT: A pair of triggers collide and fuck up Anders
WHEN: Early Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Panic attacks, possible talk of trauma in the past, related issues, dark thoughts

He'd run from being locked up seven times, knowing that the seventh was a death sentence, and been willing to go in alone to what seemed likely to be a lethal trap (and was) to try to destroy his phylactery. With both of them, life like that wasn't worth it.

Now both are back. He's held again, in a Circle, his phylactery is being messed with, and on top of that he can't heal in Darktown so he can do even less than he could in Kirkwall seven years ago.

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[justice_is_blond]

He hears the door open and can't quite process what that means until he hears his name. Someone else is here. A few seconds that feel an eternity later he's recognizing the voice and looking over.

"Van," he says tiredly. "I..." He'd like to say anything to make it seem like he's okay, but there's no sense in trying to hide the obvious. "I'm sorry, I'm not good company at the moment. Is there an emergency?"

Maybe he should have left a note with someone in case of one, but he hadn't had a lot of time to think. "Forgive me if I get ill in front of you, it's... not a good day."