Who: Anders, Fenris (Dragon Age) What: Fenris is younger, and less grumpy. Where: Their room, to start. When: Sunday evening-ish. Ratings/Warnings: Low, implications of canonical past slavery. Status: In Progress
It was not the first time Leto had awoken somewhere with no real memory of where he'd been before that. The Magisters liked their games, and it was never a slave's place to know the meaning of them. But it was different, this time. He was alone, no other slaves in the room, or Varania near by. And the room itself had been strange and unsettling. When he ventured away from the bed chamber, there were all manner of devices and things he hadn't recognized that had made him uneasy.
He hadn't known what to do at first, but had finally ventured out the door. And met another elf, coming to fetch him. Elf or no though, Leto had recognized a mage easily enough, and taken her for a Magister. She'd insisted she wasn't, and she'd been kind and beautiful. Leto hadn't known this game, either, but he would rather follow her than his Master, given a chance.
He'd let her show him how to use the box and tried to pick it up more quickly than his mind wanted to allow. He had no gift for magic, but he tried, and looked to her for approval when someone calling himself Anders asked for his company. Leto didn't know what he wanted, but Neria seemed to think it was a good idea, and Leto wouldn't have argued even if he hadn't been curious. He wanted to please her. She said she was no Magister and not his Mistress, but if she liked him well enough, maybe she'd buy him from Danarius. Varania, too, maybe. They were of no real importance - they couldn't cost much.
Anders unsettled him immediately, since Leto would place him as a Magister too, and few of them were as kind as Neria had been. But he seemed genuine enough, waiting patiently for Leto when he slipped by. In the room Leto woken up in, Leto found clothes (and armor and weapons, which startled him), and took what seemed suited for cold, then hurried back out to where Anders waited, automatically hunching a little to make himself smaller out of habit, though it never did any real good. "I'm read m- Anders." Neria had said to call him Anders, and so had the man himself. Leto just wasn't used to it with a human mage, it was a harder impulse to overcome than it had been with another elf, even.