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in which Anders has a Warden appetite and loves to annoy his boyfriend when they’re having dinner at the Hanged Man
“Mage.”
Anders freezes. His hand hovers in the space between his empty plate and Fenris’ own, fork poised and ready to quickly skewer a chunk of roast potato. He’s been thieving little morsels of Fenris’ food the whole night, and he has a sneaking suspicion that Fenris has known the entire time.
“…Yes, love?”
“I am fine with you stealing my food, but if you touch my potatoes, I will hurt you.”
Anders slowly draws his hand back. Fenris isn’t looking at him, keeping his eyes trained on where Varric sits across the table, but Anders can see the ghost of an amused smirk tugging up the corners of his mouth.
“I have no idea what you mean,” Anders says, ignoring Varric’s snort. “I was going for the peas.”
Fenris turns to him with a raised eyebrow. “Liar. You hate peas.”
Anders huffs indignantly. “I do not.”
Fenris sighs, shaking his head. “You realize you could just order more of your own food, yes?”
With a chuckle, Anders goes for a hunk of overcooked broccoli instead, shovelling it into his mouth.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t annoy you anywhere near as much, my love,” he says around the food in his mouth.
Fenris’ answering sigh is decidedly fond, and he jabs a potato with his own fork. He waits for Anders to swallow his broccoli, then lifts the potato to his lips. Anders grins as he takes it into his mouth, making sure to make the gesture as lewd as possible, moaning loudly as he begins to chew. It earns him another sigh from Fenris, and a bark of laughter from Varric.
“Idiot,” Fenris murmurs, rolling his eyes.
Anders hums happily around the potato, leaning against Fenris’ shoulder.
so I’ve replayed DA2 once again and once again could not resist to romance my one true broody love… all the pain and angst and deep devotion just always hits the right spot.
And so I’ve been thinking again about the two of them after Kirkwall, between the fights, and of course of the Chateau Haine outfit.
