001; like a streak of lightning

[doggish]

WHO: Fenris & Astarion
WHAT: Two elves fighting six feet apart because they're definitely not gay
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Foundry rooftop
NOTES: Can you imagine just looking up and you see two white haired elves fighting on a rooftop for the second time within a month, like, wouldn't you think it was part of some kind of flash mob kinda thing, I would.

[Of course he goes. How could he not? It's a goading challenge, and he's sure they'll end up fighting, but there are worse ways to spend an afternoon. And frankly, he could use the distraction. It's been . . . mm, somewhat easier to be in Kirkwall lately, but that doesn't mean it's easy. There are still dark circles beneath his eyes, and though he is starting to socialize with the others, still, he keeps his guard up. It isn't that he doesn't trust them, it's just . . .

It's hard.

Anyway. None of that matters now, not really. Everything feels different up on the rooftops, and Fenris walks around a little, his ears pricked for the sound of footsteps suddenly approaching. He assumes Astarion is going to try and sneak up on him, perhaps to stab him; that really ought to be more concerning a fact than it is.]

Astarion?

[He knows you're up here, you little shit. Probably. Maybe.]