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Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE: ~~Camp Shady Fuckers~~ The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads

Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.

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"Then we will do what must be done to save Anders."

"And in the meantime fuck idly on the side and pretend there are no emotions involved regardless of your feelings on the matter and how it might hurt him in the long run." A beat. "Excellent plan."

It isn't. Nate knows this.

"Being with him might hurt him in the long run. We cannot save him if Justice decides--"

If Justice decides. Justice decides far too much. Now it's not just Anders who is treading lightly, trying not to set him off.

"I just want him to make it until then. How will that hurt him?"

"Yes, because enduring and surviving is the same as living." This Zevran knows all too well. "Do as you like, I will say nothing one way or the other."

"Has he said said something?"

Nathaniel is confused. Since when has he had the power to make the difference between living and surviving for Anders?

"He seemed perfectly happy to think we might continue as friends until I mentioned the possibility of something else. Do you know something I don't?"

"...This must be a Fereldan thing, I swear." Honestly. It was right there where Zevran, the Maker, and everyone could see when they came together at the tree. "This is your bed you have chosen to make, you lie in it."

"What do you mean, a Fereldan--do you think Anders has feelings for me?"

Has Nathaniel been that blind? Unknowing of his own feelings as well as Anders'?

"No, not answering. I wash my hands of this business. I got the two of you in bed together, that is the limit of what I am willing to do." He mimes dusting his hands off and stands, ready to head back to the Kestrels and their fire. "And to think I only ever assumed it was Alistair that could be so oblivious."

Nathaniel feels...strange. And a little numb. Sort of like when he falls asleep on his arm and wakes up with the whole thing senseless and rubbery-feeling. Is he just now waking up? Has he been so utterly oblivious that he missed the last four months?

This is your bed you have chosen to make, you lie in it.

How upset Anders was when he thought Nathaniel was rejecting him for being an abomination. And he'd thought it strange, after Anders had seemed so happy to continue being friends, but it seemed to just be that Anders wanted a close friend to accept him, and was afraid he would not.

This...this is what makes sense. As little sense as it makes. And if it's true, if Anders really does have feelings for him, then Justice can already use Nathaniel to hurt him. If Nathaniel has to make the call to have Justice killed, it will already be a betrayal.

What if, in this storm, they could have one thing that belonged only to them? If there was a peace they could share away from prying eyes that no one could touch?

Nathaniel swallows and steps back, in the opposite direction from Zevran's retreat, and heads for the edge of the camp to think.

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