Nathaniel Howe, because he’s awesome - and also because I’m feeling horribly un-creative lately.
fuck you Nathaniel.
RIGHT? HE SHOULD FEEL BAD
(This is my fic, written for Iapetus. She has been having a rough time lately and you should show her some love. I’m so glad you liked it - Nanders is not one of my ships and I know I didn’t quite give you what you wanted!)
“Are you sure? With Fenris? We’re likely to end up with more casualties on our own side with those two.”
Hawke paused, considering it. “I suppose we could swing past Merrill’s place. Assuming she hasn’t actually started howling at the moon.”
Isabela punched him in the arm. “There is nothing wrong with Merrill. Come on, let’s find her. It’s closer to the Alienage from here, anyway.”
* * *
A runner had appeared in the clinic, very red faced, with a message to be at the alcove near the Chantry at high noon. Anders often received anonymous messages – not much point having a mage underground if you advertised – but they usually led to the Docks or somewhere equally seedy, where a man could undertake shady activities in the complete privacy of thousands of other people.
So he entered the square warily, avoiding the actual alcove and trying to pose as a lost Lowtowner enjoying the brilliant sunshine. He could not avoid scanning the area for templars or even guards, and he just about voided his bowels when a low voice far too close for comfort growled “Anders”.
He was trying to pretend that he hadn’t just jumped an inch into the air when the part of his brain responsible for managing knee-tremblers in darkened corridors recognised the voice. “Nathaniel.”
“I was wondering who would send me an anonymous note to meet in the town square at high noon. Never thought you went in for the cloak and dagger stuff,” the archer rasped, sounding like he’d been gargling with rusty nails.
Anders was about to say “I didn’t- “ when he had a flash of insight about who would go in for the cloak and dagger stuff, and why.
“Why don’t we get a drink, catch up? It’s been ages since I was able to talk to you without an emissary breathing down my neck. I know a place right nearby…”
Nate gave him a look that could have been a glare or a squint into the sun. “I’m sure it’s a complete coincidence that we’re right near the rear entrance to the Blooming Rose.”
“Hey, the Rose has a very well-stocked bar! I happen to know that - “ Nate held up a hand to stop Anders from enumerating every single liqueur including the green one that hadn’t been touched since Perrin Threnhold was a lad.
“My time in the wardens has given me an appreciation for not fucking around. Lead on.”
* * * *
Some hours later, his face stuck in Anders’ armpit and in that peculiar good mood that follows being firmly and vigorously fucked, Nate mused “It’s a good thing I can’t knock you up. You’d give birth to a giant beak.”
“Why do I have to be the one who gets knocked up?” Anders tried to joke, but it fell flat to his own ears, just another complaint of the long list of complaints he had since setting that barn on fire all those years ago. He turned awkwardly to face Nathaniel.
“What happened to us? You’ve turned into a merry jokester and I’ve become a humorless arsehole. Don’t pinch, you had a pole up your arse bigger than mine when we first met.”
Nathaniel brought a hand up to stroke Anders’ hair, matted and spiked from their exertions. “We don’t have much time.”
Ten years ago, Anders might have said “Well, yes, Madame Lusine is about to hurl us out bare-arsed unless we come up with another sovereign,” but now he just nodded. “The nightmares?” Nate shook his head.
“It’s more than that. With the darkspawn factions and the Veil tearing like a bride’s halfslip everywhere you look… the tinder’s been lit somewhere. Now we’re just waiting to see how long the fuse is.”
Anders went silent for a few seconds. When Nathaniel was just about starting to worry he finally said “People are going crazy here. Not just the normal “living in fear of oppression” crazy, the “my house is built right on top of a veil tear” crazy. I didn’t know non-mages could be possessed by demons… I mean, it makes sense if you think about it, but I don’t even get vindictive pleasure from it. It makes things just more… random.”
“Well, now I have something else to look forward to. Instead of a slow, wasting disease I can be immediately possessed by a desire demon. Lovely.”
Anders smiled. “Well, at least I can protect you from the desire demon.”
Oh my god this is fabulous. Thank you thank you!
reverendnaysayer said: I… hate to correct.. but in the begining I believe you used “pestilent” when you meant to use “petulent”. I sincirely apologize for my presumption. I enjoyed this greatly.
Thankyou! In this case, “pestilent” was deliberate (if anything, my point is that Nate is the opposite of petulant - that’s why we love him), but I always want people to point out mistakes, whether it’s word choice, spelling, or using overwrought euphemisms because of a misguided fear of repeating the word “cock” too often. Keep it coming!
stealyourshiny said: I think Nate was the oldest actually, sent off to Kirkwall for his squireship (prelude to being knighted usually). They have them listed with Delilah always in the middle, Nate always at top and Thomas always at bottom on the wiki.
And now I’m going to go mental because I read somewhere that Nate was the youngest, and the wiki is no help even though it does list the siblings as you said. Can anyone weigh in with definitive evidence?
“Isn’t that … well… dishonourable?”
Rufus watched the black liquid fizz through the silverite shield. He liked the younger Howe well enough, and indeed rather admired his principles – as a youngest son of the Arl of Amaranthine, he could have been a lot more pestilent, but his status as the youngest, and perhaps his distance from any kind of real power, gave him a more down-to-earth perspective. But Maker’s breath he was naïve.
“If you’d like, you can face your enemies honourably. I’m sure they’ll gracefully stand back while you adjust your armour in the heat of battle, and not leap in and stick you with a bolt of this stuff.” He was handling the bottle with tongs, and the tongs with chainmail gloves. “Toodle-pip, old chum, if you could just refrain from stabbing me for a ticky-boo while I adjust my skirt, there’s a good Chevalier.” This was a tad hypocritical, as Rufus was an accomplished archer who still looked rather dashing in his skirts, if he did say so himself.
Nathaniel blushed, humiliated at appearing naïve to his old mentor (to Nathaniel at eighteen, forty seemed impossibly ancient), but unable to shake a feeling that using poison was a low act. “Did Calenhad use poison at the Battle of White Valley?” he asked, thinking himself clever and pure of purpose.
“Calenhad himself? I very much doubt it.” Rufus stoppered the bottle and put it in a lined case. “But Calenhad’s spies, no doubt at all, son.” The case was full of similar bottles, twelve in all, every one containing a unique poison for specific purposes – magebane, deathroot extract, Adder’s Kiss – and all needing to be kept very still and extremely secure. The cloth lining held the bottles snugly, and underneath it was a dragonbone lining, then the case itself, which was then placed inside another case. Just in case.
“Anyroad, if you’re too pure to use the poisons you’ll need to know the antidotes.”
sometimes I way over-colorize caps and somehow really like how they come out :|
Loghain leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest, watching Nathaniel taking his shots. Not just simple shots at an obvious target, which they’d started with over an hour before, but careful shots aimed to clip the top of tall willow wands set in the soft sand at the end of the…
Love for two of my favourite characters
I finally decided to look this person up, and it turns out that he is a character in the game Dragon Age. Learn something new everyday. Looking at the picture on the Dragon Age wiki, I don’t see the resemblance, but I’m sure these people know what they’re talking about.
I’ll just sit here and post Guy screencaps.
It’s the nose. We in the Dragon Age fandom are riiiiiiiight into noses.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was missing an opportunity. I let him keep the bracers on. Shirtless Nate with bonus shirtless Kade! :D
Whoever made this mod went a teensy bit crazy with the arm hair… I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with hairy elbows, and I live in the third biggest Greek city in the world.
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