So just keep up the good stuff, I'll try to get more spare time soonEdited for ToP: some Maeveschild goodieness
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The "Nathaniel Needs Love Too!" Thread
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Posté 02 décembre 2010 - 08:56
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/goes out lurking mode: Lovely work all, I've been following this thread with great pleasure. I just hate being too busy to come up with anything decent for a prompt So just keep up the good stuff, I'll try to get more spare time soon
Edited for ToP: some Maeveschild goodieness
So just keep up the good stuff, I'll try to get more spare time soonEdited for ToP: some Maeveschild goodieness
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Posté 02 décembre 2010 - 09:20
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Those pesky tailors branching out to armor-making now?Avilia wrote...
Its Friday here! And I have the day off! Nate's put on his best armour to celebrate with me:
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Posté 02 décembre 2010 - 10:00
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Sarah1281 wrote...
Those pesky tailors branching out to armor-making now?Avilia wrote...
Its Friday here! And I have the day off! Nate's put on his best armour to celebrate with me:
They are indeed. Bless their little hearts
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:29
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I may have somewhat, a little bit, ripped off Zjarcal's idea. 
I present to you, Superhero Pose Nate!
I present to you, Superhero Pose Nate!
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:32
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Nate in a cape!!! 
I do wonder what would Nate's superpowers be.
I do wonder what would Nate's superpowers be.
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:32
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@Mel ooh thigh muscles...er I mean...
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:35
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He certainly does look heroic here.
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:41
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The straps on his chest make an "N"! Hee!
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:42
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Zjarcal wrote...
Nate in a cape!!!
I do wonder what would Nate's superpowers be.
Archery and brooding.
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:49
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Brooding superpower?
He'd kill enemies by remaining silent and looking depressed? Oooh, or if Nate were a detective he could break the interrogated person by brooding!
He'd kill enemies by remaining silent and looking depressed? Oooh, or if Nate were a detective he could break the interrogated person by brooding!
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:54
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Oh! It's my turn again for the prompt, huh?
Well, in light of the recent hub-bub and fangirling over Mysterious Elf Guy, aka Meg, this weeks prompt is "Competition".
Well, in light of the recent hub-bub and fangirling over Mysterious Elf Guy, aka Meg, this weeks prompt is "Competition".
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 12:56
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If he brooded at the female wrongdoers they'd sigh and try to cheer him up! Thus distracted from their life of crime. SuperNate triumphs again.
Its SuperNate, SuperNate, SUPERNATE!!!! (needs to be sung with ever increasing urgency)
Its SuperNate, SuperNate, SUPERNATE!!!! (needs to be sung with ever increasing urgency)
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 01:02
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Avilia wrote...
Its SuperNate, SuperNate, SUPERNATE!!!! (needs to be sung with ever increasing urgency)
Or screamed in the throes of passion.
Wait what? Who said that?!?
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Posté 03 décembre 2010 - 01:15
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Mel_Redux wrote...
Avilia wrote...
Its SuperNate, SuperNate, SUPERNATE!!!! (needs to be sung with ever increasing urgency)
Or screamed in the throes of passion.
Wait what? Who said that?!?
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Posté 04 décembre 2010 - 10:02
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Hello, Brooders! I've been working my way through the thread, and thought I'd say "hi" with a response to the new prompt. Like a lot of people, I imagine that Fergus and Nathaniel were friends in their youth, though I see their relationship developing into something of a not-necessarily-friendly rivalry as they got older - helped along, in no small way, by Rendon, who wouldn't be able to stomach his son having Fergus for a close friend. Because so much of the game seems to be about parallels stretching down through the generations - at least in my own canon story, where my HNF plays Loghain to Alistair's Maric - I like to think of their gradually worsening relationship as mimicking that of Bryce and Rendon. Though in this case, Nate was removed from the picture before bitterness and resentment could become lasting hatred.
I actually wrote a series of snapshots that make a more complete story, but the entire thing is far too long to post here. I might put it up on fanfiction.net if I get the guts, but this is the first bit of writing I've done in quite some time, and the first time since my school days that I've actually put something out there for someone else to read. So excuse me while I go off and hide.
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“What are you two doing?” piped a small voice from behind them.
Fergus whirled towards the doorway, where his slip of a sister stood, half-hidden in the shadow of the heavy door, while Nathaniel - halfway out the window - swore and scrabbled for purchase. Maker’s breath – the girl’s quiet as a cat!
“You’re not supposed to be in here, Elissa,” Fergus growled. “Go back to your room.”
“And you’re not supposed to be sneaking out,” she retorted, stepping fully into the room. “Where were you going?” She shot a look towards Nathaniel and the window, green eyes bright with excitement and interest.
“Nowhere that’s any of your business. Now get out of here or, Maker help me, I’m going to catch every spider in this castle and put them in your bed!”
“I happen to like spiders!” came the bold reply, before she disappeared back into the hall. With a curse, Fergus sprung after her, only to return a moment later. “I couldn’t catch her,” he said, head shaking ruefully. “She's quick - I'll give her that.”
“My mother says your parents are too indulgent with her,” Nathaniel commented, managing at last to get both boots back through the window and onto solid ground.
“Yes, well, try telling them that,” Fergus grinned and ran a hand through his hair, before shooting another glance at the door. “I don’t know if she’ll rat us out or not.”
“Maybe we should just stay in, then.”
“And miss out on your last night of freedom? C’mon, Nate; I’m sure all the girls will want to wish you goodbye, hmm?” Fergus elbowed him good-naturedly, his eyebrows waggling.
Nathaniel drew back, his smile hard. “All you have to worry about is a few dirty looks from your mother. Whereas I won’t hear about anything else for the entire journey home, and the next week besides.”
“Don’t be so dismissive of my mother’s dirty looks. She’s deadly, I tell you.” Fergus laughed, then shrugged and turned away, “But it’s your decision. Even if it is a boring one.”
“That’s because I’m boring,” Nathaniel replied, voice flat, but managed a ghost of a smile before heading for the door. “Good night, Fergus.”
It was hardly a disappointment. Their secret, late night excursions into the taverns, to rub shoulders with the locals - and particularly the local wenches - had become something of a tradition for the pair whenever his family visited Highever. There were no such opportunities in Amaranthine. The thrill of disobedience aside, these trips had lost their charm for him after he'd noticed that, after spotting Fergus, most of the women hardly spared him a second glance. And who could blame them? Fergus was handsome and charismatic, with all the grace and charm that seemed to come so effortlessly to the Couslands. Nathaniel was sickly pale, with his father's nose and his mother's jaw, and his manners seemed stiff and awkward in such raucous company as Fergus preferred. Next to Fergus, he would always just be second-best, forever hidden in his friend's shadow.
I actually wrote a series of snapshots that make a more complete story, but the entire thing is far too long to post here. I might put it up on fanfiction.net if I get the guts, but this is the first bit of writing I've done in quite some time, and the first time since my school days that I've actually put something out there for someone else to read. So excuse me while I go off and hide.
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“What are you two doing?” piped a small voice from behind them.
Fergus whirled towards the doorway, where his slip of a sister stood, half-hidden in the shadow of the heavy door, while Nathaniel - halfway out the window - swore and scrabbled for purchase. Maker’s breath – the girl’s quiet as a cat!
“You’re not supposed to be in here, Elissa,” Fergus growled. “Go back to your room.”
“And you’re not supposed to be sneaking out,” she retorted, stepping fully into the room. “Where were you going?” She shot a look towards Nathaniel and the window, green eyes bright with excitement and interest.
“Nowhere that’s any of your business. Now get out of here or, Maker help me, I’m going to catch every spider in this castle and put them in your bed!”
“I happen to like spiders!” came the bold reply, before she disappeared back into the hall. With a curse, Fergus sprung after her, only to return a moment later. “I couldn’t catch her,” he said, head shaking ruefully. “She's quick - I'll give her that.”
“My mother says your parents are too indulgent with her,” Nathaniel commented, managing at last to get both boots back through the window and onto solid ground.
“Yes, well, try telling them that,” Fergus grinned and ran a hand through his hair, before shooting another glance at the door. “I don’t know if she’ll rat us out or not.”
“Maybe we should just stay in, then.”
“And miss out on your last night of freedom? C’mon, Nate; I’m sure all the girls will want to wish you goodbye, hmm?” Fergus elbowed him good-naturedly, his eyebrows waggling.
Nathaniel drew back, his smile hard. “All you have to worry about is a few dirty looks from your mother. Whereas I won’t hear about anything else for the entire journey home, and the next week besides.”
“Don’t be so dismissive of my mother’s dirty looks. She’s deadly, I tell you.” Fergus laughed, then shrugged and turned away, “But it’s your decision. Even if it is a boring one.”
“That’s because I’m boring,” Nathaniel replied, voice flat, but managed a ghost of a smile before heading for the door. “Good night, Fergus.”
It was hardly a disappointment. Their secret, late night excursions into the taverns, to rub shoulders with the locals - and particularly the local wenches - had become something of a tradition for the pair whenever his family visited Highever. There were no such opportunities in Amaranthine. The thrill of disobedience aside, these trips had lost their charm for him after he'd noticed that, after spotting Fergus, most of the women hardly spared him a second glance. And who could blame them? Fergus was handsome and charismatic, with all the grace and charm that seemed to come so effortlessly to the Couslands. Nathaniel was sickly pale, with his father's nose and his mother's jaw, and his manners seemed stiff and awkward in such raucous company as Fergus preferred. Next to Fergus, he would always just be second-best, forever hidden in his friend's shadow.
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Posté 04 décembre 2010 - 10:18
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@blauwvis /wave! Welcome. Loved that little snippet - poor Nate though I hope you'll show us more of your writing in the future!
I hope you'll show us more of your writing in the future!
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Posté 04 décembre 2010 - 11:43
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Its amazing how many things I can find to do when I'm supposed to be writing! Perculating ideas for the prompt even as we speak...and while I clean my oven, bake bread, do washing, think about going shopping.....
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Posté 05 décembre 2010 - 05:52
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My prompt response - a bit racier than I normally go - so be warned. Its also a bit silly. Hmm, now I'm not sure about it at all. Its a bit Anders-ery too...meh. I'll do another one if this is no good.
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"I think he's yummy."
Anders spat out the mouthful of ale he'd just half swallowed. "You what!?"
"I think Nate's yummy." With seeming ignorance of the dead silence that had fallen over the table, Ceri bit into a peach. "Very broody. Its hot." She shrugged. "Very hot."
"Holy maker above." Garavel lifted his plate and stood. "I think I see someone I know. Over there. Way over there." Suiting action to words, he moved swiftly to another table. Call him a coward if you must but he wasn't going to be in firing range of the mages. Just in case.
"Now that you've mentioned it." Sigrun grinned around a mouthful of pie. "He is isn't he?"
"Oh yes. Even I will admit that much." Velanna sniffed. "But as no more than an observation."
"Hmm." Eyes half closed picturing the currently absent Commander, Ceri nodded. "Yummy."
Hoping that was a comment on the peach and not Nate again, Anders grunted. "Hot. Right. Why would any woman in their right mind find Howe hot. Ser I'm-so-perfect-warden-commander. He's probably never done a spontaneous thing in his life. Everything planned to the last inch. Planned and executed with no deviation from the plan." Must make him terribly boring in bed. Cheered by that thought, Anders decided the women were insane and applied himself to his meal.
Ceri watched Anders eat and smiled. She could almost read his mind. "Sigrun?" The other woman cocked her head. "Did you hear what Rhosyn was telling me this morning?"
"I did." Seeing Velanna look puzzled, Sigrun gestured her closer. "The reason they're not here is that Rhosyn." Dropping her voice she whispered the rest, pretending not to notice Anders leaning towards her trying to hear.
"Creators!" Velanna cleared her throat. "I, my goodness, I've never. Is it possible to get into that position?"
"Must be or she'd be here having a meal with us instead of, you know." Sigrun gestured towards the rooms. Flushing suddenly she dropped her gaze. "Howe, incoming."
Anders shifted his gaze to Ceri who bit her lip. "Don't even think about it, pet."
"Think about what?" Waving until she caught Nate's attention, Ceri gave him her best innocent smile. "How is Rhosyn feeling now?"
Nate smiled a little, appreciating Ceri's concern. "Better thank you." Leaning back he let the servant put his meal down before nodding his thanks. "I've asked them to take a meal up for her."
"That's very thoughtful of you Commander." Sigrun hid her expression behind her ale. "Will she be able to walk today?"
"Doubtful." Tasting a bite of the stew and finding it tasty, he took a larger mouthful.
"That's a pity. Still, it means a few more days in bed. A, rest, is always welcome, no?" After a quick glance at Anders, Ceri patted Nate's arm.
"Yes, Rhosyn keeps herself too busy. I've told her to take time to relax and now we see what happens when she doesn't. A little, exertion, and she's bedridden." Velanna stood. "I should see if she needs anything."
"Good idea. I'll come with you. I want to hear how she managed to." Sigrun's sentence trailed off as the two women climbed the stairs.
Anders eyed the hand Ceri hadn't removed from Howe's arm. "Tell me something Howe."
Busy eating, Nate was only giving the conversation around him half his attention. "What's that?" He wanted to finish and get back to Rhosyn as quickly as possible. He didn't like leaving her alone.
"Nate?" Ceri added a stroke to the pat this time. "Would you like to."
The stool flew backwards when Anders jerked to his feet. "Ceri!"
"I was only going to ask if he'd like to stay a few extra days. To give Rhosyn time to recover." Finding that she'd finally managed to get Nate's full attention, Ceri lifted her hand away. "She seemed like she'd need longer when we spoke this morning."
Distracted with worry for Rhosyn, Nate hadn't really paid any attention when he'd sat down. Now he was, he could see one thing straight away. Ceri was up to something. She only had that gleam in her eyes when she was scheming. "A day or two should be enough."
"Oh Anders, while you're up, please get me some pie." After glaring from her to Nate and back, Anders gave her a narrowed eyed look, then stomped off to ask for pie. As soon as he'd turned to leave, Ceri put her hand back on Nate's arm.
"What are you up to?" That smile coupled with the gleam, made him very glad she wasn't his problem. When she lifted her free hand and ran a finger down his nose, he was doubly glad. "Are you trying to get me killed?"
"I have a problem. Will you help me fix it?" One eyebrow lifted was enough for her to decide he would. "Anders is being stuffy. I want to try something and he won't."
"Won't what?" He sat still when she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Maker's breath, is that even possible?" Nate was sure it wasn't. "You'll hurt yourself if you try that."
"I want to try."
"And how am I to help with this?" Ceri sat back in her seat and grinned. "Oh I see, I've already helped?"
"A bit. We let Anders think you've been doing it with Rhosyn and that's how she hurt herself." She blinked when he let out a loud laugh. How, unusual. Nice, but unusual. "You don't mind?"
"Mind? No. I'm unsure how that helps with Anders however. Unless." Running it through his mind Nate thought he did. "Competition?"
"Yes! Anders hates it when you can do something better than him. I thought if he thought you could do this, he'd have to try it with me."
Nate thought she was being a little optimistic. Sighting Anders returning with pie, he nodded. "I'll do my best to help you." That earned him a kiss on the cheek which caused Anders to scowl.
"My pie! Thank you."
"A pleasure." Sitting he glared at Howe. "Still here? Isn't your lady love pining for you presence?"
"Doubtful. She's taken a sleeping draught." Another bite of stew stopped him smiling at Anders' scoffing noise.
"I hear she's injured. Why didn't you ask me to look at her?"
"Her injury is a little, personal. Rhosyn was embarrassed for you to know about it." That should be enough. A mix of the truth and lie.
"Personal, how personal?" He wasn't believing this Ogre droppings about Nate until he heard it from him.
"Let's say she put herself into a position she shouldn't have. Then tried to do it again. A few days of bed rest should ease her discomfort." There. A lie without lying. Nate wasn't above admitting he was enjoying himself. Anders managed to make him the butt of more jokes than he was happy with. A little revenge was nice.
"Put herself into a position?" Was that him, spluttering? It couldn't be. "I don't believe it."
"Why wouldn't you believe it?" He'd have to leave them to it. Ceri should have enough to work with now. "I need to get back to her." Nate half stood, then leaned down to kiss Ceri. "Good night."
He didn't let the sound of Anders' growl stop him leaving. After taking the stairs two a time, he threw the door of his room open.
The three female occupants all turned to stare at him. He stared back. "I did my best." He swallowed when they all chuckled.
Nate really hoped they never had cause to chuckle that way about him. The sound of it was enough to send a shiver up his spine.
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"I think he's yummy."
Anders spat out the mouthful of ale he'd just half swallowed. "You what!?"
"I think Nate's yummy." With seeming ignorance of the dead silence that had fallen over the table, Ceri bit into a peach. "Very broody. Its hot." She shrugged. "Very hot."
"Holy maker above." Garavel lifted his plate and stood. "I think I see someone I know. Over there. Way over there." Suiting action to words, he moved swiftly to another table. Call him a coward if you must but he wasn't going to be in firing range of the mages. Just in case.
"Now that you've mentioned it." Sigrun grinned around a mouthful of pie. "He is isn't he?"
"Oh yes. Even I will admit that much." Velanna sniffed. "But as no more than an observation."
"Hmm." Eyes half closed picturing the currently absent Commander, Ceri nodded. "Yummy."
Hoping that was a comment on the peach and not Nate again, Anders grunted. "Hot. Right. Why would any woman in their right mind find Howe hot. Ser I'm-so-perfect-warden-commander. He's probably never done a spontaneous thing in his life. Everything planned to the last inch. Planned and executed with no deviation from the plan." Must make him terribly boring in bed. Cheered by that thought, Anders decided the women were insane and applied himself to his meal.
Ceri watched Anders eat and smiled. She could almost read his mind. "Sigrun?" The other woman cocked her head. "Did you hear what Rhosyn was telling me this morning?"
"I did." Seeing Velanna look puzzled, Sigrun gestured her closer. "The reason they're not here is that Rhosyn." Dropping her voice she whispered the rest, pretending not to notice Anders leaning towards her trying to hear.
"Creators!" Velanna cleared her throat. "I, my goodness, I've never. Is it possible to get into that position?"
"Must be or she'd be here having a meal with us instead of, you know." Sigrun gestured towards the rooms. Flushing suddenly she dropped her gaze. "Howe, incoming."
Anders shifted his gaze to Ceri who bit her lip. "Don't even think about it, pet."
"Think about what?" Waving until she caught Nate's attention, Ceri gave him her best innocent smile. "How is Rhosyn feeling now?"
Nate smiled a little, appreciating Ceri's concern. "Better thank you." Leaning back he let the servant put his meal down before nodding his thanks. "I've asked them to take a meal up for her."
"That's very thoughtful of you Commander." Sigrun hid her expression behind her ale. "Will she be able to walk today?"
"Doubtful." Tasting a bite of the stew and finding it tasty, he took a larger mouthful.
"That's a pity. Still, it means a few more days in bed. A, rest, is always welcome, no?" After a quick glance at Anders, Ceri patted Nate's arm.
"Yes, Rhosyn keeps herself too busy. I've told her to take time to relax and now we see what happens when she doesn't. A little, exertion, and she's bedridden." Velanna stood. "I should see if she needs anything."
"Good idea. I'll come with you. I want to hear how she managed to." Sigrun's sentence trailed off as the two women climbed the stairs.
Anders eyed the hand Ceri hadn't removed from Howe's arm. "Tell me something Howe."
Busy eating, Nate was only giving the conversation around him half his attention. "What's that?" He wanted to finish and get back to Rhosyn as quickly as possible. He didn't like leaving her alone.
"Nate?" Ceri added a stroke to the pat this time. "Would you like to."
The stool flew backwards when Anders jerked to his feet. "Ceri!"
"I was only going to ask if he'd like to stay a few extra days. To give Rhosyn time to recover." Finding that she'd finally managed to get Nate's full attention, Ceri lifted her hand away. "She seemed like she'd need longer when we spoke this morning."
Distracted with worry for Rhosyn, Nate hadn't really paid any attention when he'd sat down. Now he was, he could see one thing straight away. Ceri was up to something. She only had that gleam in her eyes when she was scheming. "A day or two should be enough."
"Oh Anders, while you're up, please get me some pie." After glaring from her to Nate and back, Anders gave her a narrowed eyed look, then stomped off to ask for pie. As soon as he'd turned to leave, Ceri put her hand back on Nate's arm.
"What are you up to?" That smile coupled with the gleam, made him very glad she wasn't his problem. When she lifted her free hand and ran a finger down his nose, he was doubly glad. "Are you trying to get me killed?"
"I have a problem. Will you help me fix it?" One eyebrow lifted was enough for her to decide he would. "Anders is being stuffy. I want to try something and he won't."
"Won't what?" He sat still when she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Maker's breath, is that even possible?" Nate was sure it wasn't. "You'll hurt yourself if you try that."
"I want to try."
"And how am I to help with this?" Ceri sat back in her seat and grinned. "Oh I see, I've already helped?"
"A bit. We let Anders think you've been doing it with Rhosyn and that's how she hurt herself." She blinked when he let out a loud laugh. How, unusual. Nice, but unusual. "You don't mind?"
"Mind? No. I'm unsure how that helps with Anders however. Unless." Running it through his mind Nate thought he did. "Competition?"
"Yes! Anders hates it when you can do something better than him. I thought if he thought you could do this, he'd have to try it with me."
Nate thought she was being a little optimistic. Sighting Anders returning with pie, he nodded. "I'll do my best to help you." That earned him a kiss on the cheek which caused Anders to scowl.
"My pie! Thank you."
"A pleasure." Sitting he glared at Howe. "Still here? Isn't your lady love pining for you presence?"
"Doubtful. She's taken a sleeping draught." Another bite of stew stopped him smiling at Anders' scoffing noise.
"I hear she's injured. Why didn't you ask me to look at her?"
"Her injury is a little, personal. Rhosyn was embarrassed for you to know about it." That should be enough. A mix of the truth and lie.
"Personal, how personal?" He wasn't believing this Ogre droppings about Nate until he heard it from him.
"Let's say she put herself into a position she shouldn't have. Then tried to do it again. A few days of bed rest should ease her discomfort." There. A lie without lying. Nate wasn't above admitting he was enjoying himself. Anders managed to make him the butt of more jokes than he was happy with. A little revenge was nice.
"Put herself into a position?" Was that him, spluttering? It couldn't be. "I don't believe it."
"Why wouldn't you believe it?" He'd have to leave them to it. Ceri should have enough to work with now. "I need to get back to her." Nate half stood, then leaned down to kiss Ceri. "Good night."
He didn't let the sound of Anders' growl stop him leaving. After taking the stairs two a time, he threw the door of his room open.
The three female occupants all turned to stare at him. He stared back. "I did my best." He swallowed when they all chuckled.
Nate really hoped they never had cause to chuckle that way about him. The sound of it was enough to send a shiver up his spine.
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Posté 05 décembre 2010 - 06:47
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LOL! That was great Avilia. That competition seems to be getting spicy...
I'm thinking of what to do. I think I'll copy your idea of Anders vs Nate. Just gotta think of a proper manip for it.
I'm thinking of what to do. I think I'll copy your idea of Anders vs Nate. Just gotta think of a proper manip for it.
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Posté 05 décembre 2010 - 06:53
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@Zjarcal - thanks 
I'm wondering if this competition they seem to have going will lead them into trouble...
I'm wondering if this competition they seem to have going will lead them into trouble...
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Posté 05 décembre 2010 - 03:10
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Does anyone know what she is referencing?:
http://social.biowar...8074/86#5382305
Because if that's true, and it comes true, then....um....yeah. *fans self*
I pray to the maker that this means something for Nathaniel (being that Gaider said he likes the whole stoic thing Nathaniel has going on). I'm probably kidding myself, I know. But if it's not him, still.....hawt.
http://social.biowar...8074/86#5382305
Because if that's true, and it comes true, then....um....yeah. *fans self*
I pray to the maker that this means something for Nathaniel (being that Gaider said he likes the whole stoic thing Nathaniel has going on). I'm probably kidding myself, I know. But if it's not him, still.....hawt.
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Posté 05 décembre 2010 - 03:26
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@blauwvis - Welcome! I hope you stick around, the thread can always use more brooders
@Avilia - Saucy! I like the idea of torturing Anders...hehehe
@Avilia - Saucy! I like the idea of torturing Anders...hehehe
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Posté 05 décembre 2010 - 03:55
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@Avilia: Nate's such a good sport, isn't he?
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Posté 05 décembre 2010 - 08:15
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@Mel oooh! One can only hope! I may have to reconsider my ennui regarding DA2.... And thanks - Anders needs a little torturing sometimes ;-)
@Sarah he is! Such a gentleman when there's a lady in need ;-)
@Sarah he is! Such a gentleman when there's a lady in need ;-)
