thehometree | (no subject)

| characters | Fenris & Open

| date/time | Evening, April 19th

| location | Entrance

| rating | Some warnings of scars and abuse.

| summary | Fenris does not approve of this place.

The wooden floor of the tree was hard, the wall uneven and rough. Yet he still leaned to it, his lkarge green eyes following the bright light in the middle of the room as if it could give him any answers. He was tensed, uncomfortable all the way down to his core, and there had been no lies to avoid, no battle to fight.

Just a ray of light... and that gem.

Wings. A dream to some, an enhancement worthy of a magister, to conquer the skies the sky itself. Not to him. To Fenris, it was nothing but a joke, a cruel reminder from someone with lousy humor. He had been so disgusted, seething in silence at the mockery of those markings. There might be no lyrium in them, but the pattern was a perfect match.

You're still flawed, scarred, branded.

Anger was easy. Rage was comfortable to turn to, and he had sent the gem flying towards the wall of the room, hoping it would shatter; maybe release the illusion from his mind. It proved quite impossible, however, and it didn't matter how many times he threw the gem away. It somehow returned to him again, and it was more than a little disconcerting.

It made his skin crawl.

Whoever put him here weren't showing themselves, which had the elf even more on edge. He didn't like being alone. Not any more. Hawke had already been gone for a long time, and he didn't want to be trapped in this illusion when the mage came back.

He wanted to be free.

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[ He shakes his head. ]

Don't worry about it. You fought a long time. It's safe here for now.

[ He wishes someone had said this to him, the first day out of the War, and so he hands it forward to Fenris. ]

['That's what we all say', we wanted to throw back to the man. 'I'm free, yet the battles never end.' He'd ran by Hawke's side, he'd fought with him, for him even long after Kirkwall.

Then he had been alone, watching a hole in the sky far in the distance and knowing the damn mage was there, risking his life again. Without him.

'I'll only be gone a few weeks, Varric needs me. No, stay here. There's a lot of red lyrium there, and I don't want you infected.'

'Write to me, Fenris. I'll be back soon.'

Fights never ended. He would have to accept that.

Slowly, slowly, his stance became a little less agitated, less defensive.]

[ Bucky smiles at him. Not something too bright, just presently warm. ]

You a guided tour kinda fella?

I suppose it is as good as anything. I would prefer to know my prison.

[He nods slightly to Bucky.]

...lead on.

[ Prison's a good word for it, if cruel, but life's usually cruel and seems to have been so for Fenris. Bucky gestures out, and climbs onto a branch that overlooks some of the balconies of the rooms, gesturing for Fenris to throw him the rope so he can climb up too. ]

[The elf throws the rope fairly easily, pleased to see that there was at least some places he could just climb other than precariously hang from a damn rope over what seemed like the height of the Hawke Estate (if not more).]