[Open] The Boys Are Back In Town

[thorndergod]

WHO: Thor, Anders, Open to any!
WHAT: An open log, gonna put up prompts for people as they come up, or people can pop a prompt in for me if they want either dude.
WHEN: Early-to-mid whatever December is
WHERE: All over the place
NOTES: None at the moment.

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[justice_is_blond]

"Blood sharks, love. It's the technical term and it's important." It's not, and it isn't. But he's bound and determined to keep 'blood sharks' alive because it makes a difficult time far easier to reflect on.

"But yes, sort of. We didn't harness the sharks, we banished them. I was thinking of harnessing whatever it is in Great Dragon blood, but if we could banish something needed from Darkspawn and the red Templars," and the enslaved Wardens, "maybe we can drop them from a distance. Or get it into their food and lyrium supply. The only real risk would be it spreading back to the vulnerable on our side. As few as we are."

They don't have many Wardens anymore, and spreading an anti-Blight thing might be far from the worst idea ever, but it does make him a little nervous.

[pinprick]

"Dropped like grenades from griffon-back?" This is also better, Anders talking and thinking about what to do about the future. "The method will fit the weapon, I am certain. But we've made a great stride, my love. Especially if the weapon wouldn't harm the innocent caught in the crossfire."

Unlike infecting someone with a plague and sending them back to the enemy.

[justice_is_blond]

He nods, thinking. They have a delivery device that just five years ago would have been impossible, and while they should work to keep most griffons as far from the Blight as possible, this cause would be worth it.

"If it's some sort of anti-Blight it might even help those caught in the crossfire," he says with a little optimism that he quickly gets in check. "Obviously I'm getting ahead of us. Three-fourths dead and only one-fourth cured isn't a solid number, and there are still so many factors in play. We also don't know if exposure to the cure for unTainted people has any ill effects. The cure... is what it is."

Blood. And when has any sort of blood consumption been all for the best?

[pinprick]

"We have our work cut out for us," Nathaniel agrees. He rinses Anders' back and takes a cup, dipping it so he can wet his hair. "Perhaps I can make connections with experts in other countries. And I still want to continue the propaganda war. Our best chance may come from within."

He begins soaping up Anders' hair, gently untangling it as he does.

[justice_is_blond]

He closes his eyes and tries to let some of the stress rinse away along with the soap. Simply talking with Nate always does wonders for him, and between that and the caretaking he's starting to feel genuinely human again.

"I don't know how I got this lucky," he murmurs. A lot of stuff went wrong in his life, but this, at least, is good. And they no longer have a looming deadline hanging over their heads. They're free of that.

[pinprick]

"I'm the lucky one," Nathaniel says. He presses a kiss to a damp temple. "Or we are, together. You were cured of possession, and I am the second survivor we know of who was cured of the taint. That..."

His hands slow as they work through Anders' hair, and he shakes his head.

"You realize we have successfully averted the thing we feared most, when we heard of the dark future?"

[justice_is_blond]

Together. He'll buy that. His life has always been better when Nate's been around.

"We have." It's the first chance they've really had to embrace that fact. Things had been tense as he'd waited to see if Nate would die too, when he'd said goodbye so his husband could go recover, and now they have the time to process their victory. "We beat the Taint in a race. No one's done that before."

He exhales, shaking his head, wrapping his mind around that. Corypheus still looms, but one of the ever-present threats to Thedas is finally starting to be defeated. There's some hope.

[pinprick]

"I thought..." Nathaniel aborts that sentence, massaging Anders' scalp as he lathers the soap. "I was afraid we would spend our remaining years distracted by my impending early Calling. That's not a factor anymore. And you may still have fifteen years to go before yours. We can devote ourselves to each other now, and to saving the world. And we will save the world. We have a great deal more at stake than Corypheus."

Nathaniel's insecurities about what he has to offer notwithstanding.

[justice_is_blond]

"Not just distracted by it. Fixated." He's getting a head rub now and he's finally feeling better enough to the point where he feels sleepy rather than wrung out and exhausted. Nate can't possibly grasp how good this is because otherwise he'd absolutely have agreed that Anders is the lucky one.

"It was already on my mind near-constantly. I'd a mental clock running of how long we had left, how long until it was too late to find a cure, and an--" he cuts himself off. There's no need to dwell on how he'd been bracing to have to let Nate go at best. Maybe he'll still have to, but it's not a certainty. It's not something looming ahead of them.

"If we can accomplish this, we can defeat Corypheus. I'm not certain on how, just yet. But that's thankfully not up to me. Improving the cure is. Possibly weaponizing it is. While keeping people alive. It actually almost sounds manageable."