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Let No Soul Hunger For Justice: Nothing But The Truth

WHO: Adelaide, Alistair, Anders, Bethany, Nathaniel, Varric, Vasran, Velanna
WHAT: The Second Ritual
WHEN: 10th of Bloomingtide (May 10th)
WHERE: half an hour outside of Skyhold
NOTES: Plotting post.

They've kept to the same clearing as the last, because the location's good. Far enough away that no one could stumble upon them by accident, near enough in case something went seriously wrong, it works.

He has scarcely more hope this time than he did the last, but at least there's no singing involved. This can't go as strangely. In theory.

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Oh, love.

[He lifts a hand to gently run it along Nate's jaw for a moment before dropping it back down.]

I'm glad you had her.

[The Circle had been hell, but at least he'd known his mother loved him.]

Is she doing well? Delilah. I think I recall you mentioning her briefly not too long ago.

[He doesn't know. Doesn't have any frame of reference for a good or bad childhood. Nathaniel knows the pain of it, and has grown more and more aware that other people have memories of their families, stories, ways of knowing without doubt that a parent would protect them. Sweet Kallian, whose mother loved her so much. The pain of poverty and loss, crippled by a society that couldn't care about a hurting child, and yet she has memories of love and safety. Nathaniel, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, heir to a prestigious family descended from heroes, has no idea whether Kallian would trade places with him, if she knew. He has believed his life a charmed one for a long time, a lack of love a small complaint compared to hunger and crime. Every time he opens his mouth to relate to someone like Velanna or Sigrun, he realizes how little there is to relate to. How good he really had it. What does it matter if mummy didn't love him?

And yet he has love now. Not far away as it usually is, a little boy with a big smile and a sister who would cross the sea for him, in their little house in Amaranthine where they always must be. Love isn't a memory to cherish, a ring around his finger long separated from the giver. Love is lying in his lap right now. Nathaniel is touching him and listening to his voice, and the gold of his hair is all the riches he could ever need.]

Bethany and I saw her before we came here. Fergus is looking after her and her family, to make sure Clarel's men don't try anything to draw me out.

Good.

[Though that's another worry to add to the pile. If word gets out that Nate's with him, with him, will Delilah be a target? After a moment, Anders decides that not an entirely valid worry. They're not just physically far away from any of Nate's relatives; people would have to accept Anders as a person to go that far out of their way. They'd have to believe that hurting Nate's family would matter to him. It would. But he doesn't think anyone will take that route.]

There's so much to deal with. Clarel. Corypheus. Circles. Chantry. There are other things, but they don't start with C so I'm not mentioning them. Mm. Cullen starts with C. He can be included, even if there will never be any reckoning for any of the Templars who deserve it because what they did was legal.

Though right now I'm not dealing with anything because of another C word. Comfortable. Don't tell Justice.

He can have your consideration in the healing tents. Right now, I want to keep you to myself. I like Comfortable Anders. I can barely hear that other C word now. Calling.

I like you keeping me to yourself.

[He gives Nate a faint smile again.]

Cats start with C too. Cats and comfortable are good. And perhaps a few other things.

[The smile gets a little mischievous, but Anders doesn't budge. When he says he's comfy he means it, and he's very rarely comfortable like this. This is a nice moment.]

You make me think that there might be something to this whole 'having a future' thing. We're Wardens, it won't be the longest future, but it's something, and that's far more than I expected.

[That smile. This sweetness. The silk of shimmering hair. Nathaniel is beaming back at him.]

I like hearing you talk about the future. Once things have calmed down, you ought to meet Delilah again, properly. She liked you.

[This will all backfire, because it is too pleasant, too perfect, too much like what he would dream of if he saw any point in dreaming anymore. Anders swallows and takes the hand that isn't busy playing with his hair. Family. Nate's family, accepting him. This moment is impossible.]

I'd like that. I didn't know she'd taken much note of me. ...Let's hope she's forgotten the passes I was making at her. She can remember the ones I made at you. Maybe she can even join me in teasing you for how you missed my interest.

[A soft, low chuckle, and Nathaniel leans down to kiss him softly. Warm but not heated, lingering and sweet.]

She said you asked after me, in Kirkwall. When she asked Hawke to find me. [A faint smile as he remembers that very strange encounter in the Deep Roads.] Actually, she said she'd just explained that I was missing and she was worried, and then you asked after me.

Did she. I don't see... It's so difficult to tease when I have to tell the truth. I can't even be sarcastic. Do you know what I am without sarcasm? Open. ...Which is not what I meant to say, and proves my point entirely.

[He exhales as if this is the biggest burden of them all, having to speak the truth while he's getting kissed and his hair stroked.]

Before that I didn't have much cause to worry, you know. You'd a place, and you're of the type that can plant themselves deep. If you'd vanished, something was very wrong.

[A beat.]

And I don't have so many people that I care about that I can be fine with one of them going missing.

[A smile.]

Well. It saved my life, as well as Bethany's. And I've thought of a delightful way to repay you.

[He smiles back up at Nate.]

You'll wear a bell so I can find you easily if you go missing again?

If you wish, my love, but I have something even better.

Adelaide just blurted out that she's wanted to feel my muscles for some time now and wanted to use healing as an excuse to do so.

[He blinks.]

I'm... not following. You need me to heal you and want me to feel you up at the same time?

...I thought it would give you a laugh, is all.

Oh.

[A grin starts to spread across his face.]

You know what it really does? It inspires me to tell you I told you so. I'm not the only one that finds you gorgeous, love. ...And I'll tease her later about that, thank you.

[A soft laugh.]

See, this is...you can't tell a lie, but you're saying these things. [Not only gorgeous, but love.] You're really not giving me a chance, are you?

If you wanted a chance, you would have started seeing someone with less issues.

[Nate's happy, and he's happy, and it feels amazing.]

Like the woman who wants to feel up your muscles. Or Alistair, except he's not into men. Mm. I need more ideas of pretty people with fewer--Bethany. There we go. If you wanted chances, you'd have come here already seeing Bethany.

[A wince.]

Not Bethany. Never Bethany. Maker, she's a girl, and practically my sister.

Poor Bethany.

[His smile grows as he reaches up again to play with Nate's hair.]

Doomed to forever be the little sister to so many. Her loss, my gain. Well. In this case. But this is gain enough to more than make up for no longer sleeping around.

She's some fifteen years younger than I am, Anders.

[He smooths over that hair.]

And I've a fondness for blonds, anyway.

Note to self, don't actually see if Nate's possibly one day in the future interested in a threesome with Zevran. I want to tease about the blond elf stealing you away but I know it won't happen.

[He doesn't have to be jealous or worried. Nate's fallen in love with an abomination. If he can do that, Anders has no fears about himself getting hurt.]

I miss teasing. Please let me be able to lie again soon.

That could be fun.

[Dammit. Things keep popping out. There's a blush reaching to Nathaniel's ears now.]

Maker preserve me, I know I get jealous but that sounds--

[Arrrrrgh. He pauses in his caresses to cover his face with both hands.]

Yes?

[Anders tries to pull the hands away from Nate's face.]

You're blushing. You'd be interested. The sight of him kissing you before was breathtaking, I'll have you know, and I like seeing you enjoying yourself.

But I don't want anyone but you. If it was just him and me, I wouldn't be interested, but thinking of you there...thinking of him watching...

[He clasps Anders' hands in his own.]

I'm going to stop thinking about it now. But it might be something to talk about.

[It's one thing to know something. It's another to hear it, and Anders half-sits up so he can kiss each of Nate's hands.]

Whenever you'd like to talk about it. If ever.

[Another kiss to each.]

You make me happy. You should know that.

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