|I'm a grown woman who still plays dress-up.|
ShameShame by Miri1984
He is good at blending into shadows. Many, many nights of sneaking out of the chantry, in those days it is dangerous now to remember, and his natural instincts, have made stealth second nature to him, and Darktown is so easy to hide in, no matter that he has had to dress differently. The mage works late, the people who come to see him, after all, have no schedule to their illnesses. He is vaguely disgusted by some of the patients he sees the man attend to, although Anders never shows it himself, and Sebastian can't help but feel some admiration for the man, that he would do this, day after day, for nothing but the odd coin these people can spare, cast off clothing, a loaf of bread.
They protect him, he knows that. No Templar would get within fifty paces of this place, unless he had no compunction about slaughtering innocents, and he is certain there are some who wouldn't, but Meredith at least does not let those out on regular patrols in the city.
Still, he is not here to admi