[Not being a mage Fenris could never know what it's like to be made tranquil. But when he was on that boat, dead eyed and passive to the rest of the world, he thinks maybe he came close. There was anger bubbling up but it wasn't enough to do anything, and by the time he knew what was going on, the appropriate moment for his rage to ignite had passed. Instead, he had to focus on getting his bearings and not losing his cool.
Then he wondered how much of that was still an outside influence.
He didn't stay in New Tokyo long, it seemed. The real answers looked like they would be in this New Amsterdam, though he was shuffled along into a place called Red Wings where he now sat, having ditched those awful white shoes that pressed too tightly on the markings of his feet. They took his armor. Left him with this white garb that thankfully doesn't irritate his markings like the shoes did. He would rather go barefoot than wear them for another second โ and well, he did.
His gaze frequently flickers to the exit with all the subtlety of a giant in an apothecary shop. He knows he's going to be shuffled elsewhere again, and the temptation to get up and run is so great. He hasn't even touched the food in front of him and the only thing stopping him is...he doesn't know, but his foot bounces in anticipation and anxiety.]
(๐) ๐ด๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ค๐๐'๐ก โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ(wildcard forward dated when 4 days are up)
[Feel free to spot Fenris anywhere from rooftops, because he's like that, to bars around the city, and probably hanging around the more nature grown areas. As for the safehouse he's probably spending a good chunk of time pacing back and forth because he has unfortunate experience held captive and it sucks. Also PM me or hmu at the CR meme to plot something out because my brain kinda farted prompt wise here, oops.]
Fenris | Dragon Age
[Not being a mage Fenris could never know what it's like to be made tranquil. But when he was on that boat, dead eyed and passive to the rest of the world, he thinks maybe he came close. There was anger bubbling up but it wasn't enough to do anything, and by the time he knew what was going on, the appropriate moment for his rage to ignite had passed. Instead, he had to focus on getting his bearings and not losing his cool.
Then he wondered how much of that was still an outside influence.
He didn't stay in New Tokyo long, it seemed. The real answers looked like they would be in this New Amsterdam, though he was shuffled along into a place called Red Wings where he now sat, having ditched those awful white shoes that pressed too tightly on the markings of his feet. They took his armor. Left him with this white garb that thankfully doesn't irritate his markings like the shoes did. He would rather go barefoot than wear them for another second โ and well, he did.
His gaze frequently flickers to the exit with all the subtlety of a giant in an apothecary shop. He knows he's going to be shuffled elsewhere again, and the temptation to get up and run is so great. He hasn't even touched the food in front of him and the only thing stopping him is...he doesn't know, but his foot bounces in anticipation and anxiety.]
(๐) ๐ด๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ค๐๐'๐ก โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ (wildcard forward dated when 4 days are up)
[Feel free to spot Fenris anywhere from rooftops, because he's like that, to bars around the city, and probably hanging around the more nature grown areas. As for the safehouse he's probably spending a good chunk of time pacing back and forth because he has unfortunate experience held captive and it sucks. Also PM me or hmu at the CR meme to plot something out because my brain kinda farted prompt wise here, oops.]