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[freedomscall]

What| Anders trying to adjust to a new environment.
Where| Around the capitol.
When| Now?
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment


Everything was too big. He should have felt relief: this city was larger than anything he had seen before. There was so much grandeur, all glittering and beautiful and so easy to focus on. A man like him could have been swept away, swept under the rug, swept up in everything and easily forgotten. He could hide in the crowd. With so many people, no one would notice just another man.

Anders, however, felt nothing but suffocated. Every glance caused him to flinch and bury himself deeper within himself. The knot in his stomach pulled tighter, and tighter with every turn he made and every person he passed.

He had no idea how long he had been walking, or even where he was anymore. A heavy sigh escaped him as he rubbed his forehead.

"Andraste's tits...What is going on?" . For a moment he let his situation consume him, let the whole Capitol consume him.

It was the sound of footsteps coming up behind him that snapped the mage out of his stupor.

Comments

[unlikelyherald]

"I know," she replied, somewhat sympathetically. She did know, truly. "The Templars in the Ostwick Circle were awful. One of them gave me this," she gestured to the scar over her eye, before continuing. "I never would have considered one an ally, or a friend or... well, more." The last part she says after a moment's hesitation. Her relationship with Cullen was, despite the broadcasts and the magazine articles about their affair, fairly private. However, it's because of all of that that she just put it out there.

"Regardless, we're all sort of in the same boat here. Even more than back home, after what happened in Kirkwall." She isn't sure if Nathaniel knew about that or not, seeing as he was unfamiliar with her Herald title, she can't be sure. "Wardens, mercenaries, former Templars, mages... We've all been looking out for each other."