|Aɴᴅᴇʀs (runaway) wrote in themandalay,|
@ 2017-09-09 13:24:00
|Entry tags:||!plot, anders, hawke|
The first thing Anders thought was that the bed didn't feel familiar. It had no softness to it, like he had become used to, which was strange enough in itself - considering what he'd slept on in Kirkwall. Then he realised that he wasn't alone in the bed, and the warm weight beside him was too big for it to be Ser Pounce a Lot. The cat liked to sleep at the end of the bed, anyway.
He turned over abruptly and came face-to-face with a sleeping Hawke, who wasn't wearing any clothes at all under the blankets. His first thought had him checking whether he had any clothes on, because he didn't remember doing anything along that vein last night.
That was when Anders noticed where they were. Not a comfortable room, but a cave. And they weren't sleeping in a soft bed, but on some barrels covered by slats of wood. It felt more like Darktown in that moment than anything else, which really wasn't good at all, and Anders said the first thing that came to mind. "Andraste's Knickerweasels!"