[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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[wickedchase]

Running is definitely something that Twisted Fate relates to; nothing quite like cutting your losses and knowing when to ditch, but then, Anders is stronger than him in regard to that.

Regardless, here Fate is, nosing around in the storeroom. Maybe because he could track Anders there, maybe not. Either way, he's there now, humming to himself as he jostles around some bottles in the back.

"Rum?" he muses, then lets out a mournful noise. "No, it's Ferelden. Just end me already, Creators. How's a man supposed to get drunk good and proper on drinks that don't belong to him?"

[justice_is_blond]

He hears the movement and stays quiet, expecting the person to leave. Then Fate talks. As an elf there's already a fair chance he spotted Anders, and... if anyone was to understand a compulsion to escape something, it might just be Fate.

"I hear Thranduil is incapacitated, and he strikes me as the sort to have nice wine in his office." He's not really serious, though that might be hard to tell from his shaky voice. "I can't recommend my own supplies as Nate somehow likes Ferelden drink."

They could rob Beleth, he thinks uncharitably. It's her fault they're caged.