the last in a long line of heroes

[selective independent nathaniel howe rp blog. takes place all over the time line. mun and muse 21+ nsfw and triggers will be tagged as such]

[wardenblondie]

                    A faint twitch flairs across the man’s forehead,                     settling a small wrinkle between his brows as                      he watches Nathaniel drink down the small                     shot with ease. A tight swallow makes his                      adams apple bob in his throat.     “ I really should stop running my mouth.                     I do believe I’ve lost the will to move my hands. “

[formernobility]

                    the reaction is not lost on nathaniel who’d                     gotten rather good at watching subtle                     movements when a person thought they                     wouldn’t be seen. he raised a brow, shrugging                     his shoulders in response.        “ if you’re asking me to help you drink it i’ll assist        but i make no promises that you’ll walk away dry. “

[crystalluceii]

The results of this evenings stream. HERE HAVE ANDERS IN A FLOWER CROWN! *Rolls into the trash*

[wardenblondie]

“You think if I close my eyes and pinch my nose– I can sneak a drink of my favorite brandy without a huffy spirit getting in the way of it?”

[formernobility]

                    the archer actually snorted in response,                     shrugging his shoulders as he took a shot                     of the mentioned brandy.       “ i mean he’ll certainly put up a fight. depends on how bad you want it. “

[get-anders-blog]

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[formernobility]

[formernobility]

     The clinic was surprisingly empty which made Nate's job so much easier.      He was lounging on a cot, completely nude save for a dark green ribbon      that was tied in a bow around his erection. The cold was making him just a      tad bit softer than he’d like to be but with the occasional stroke he’d harden      back considerably. He wasn’t sure why Anders hadn’t returned yet, more      than likely he was being dragged about by Hawke again, but Nate was      content to wait for him.       It was the mage’s birthday after all.

[get-anders-blog]

formernobility

Anders lingered in the shadows as the others filed out of the dining hall. He’d managed to to pilfer a bottle of wine and hoped he could talk Nate into sharing it with him. He figured they deserved a little celebration after everything they’d been through. Besides, he and his friend hadn’t had much opportunity to spend time together lately, at least when they weren’t working. 

Finally Nate started out and the mage lunged forward, grabbing the man’s arm. “Nate! Hey! I was wondering, if you weren’t too caught up looking dour…” he grinned at the dark-haired man and held up the bottle of wine, shaking it back and forth. “Care to help me finish this?” 

He put on his most endearing grin and considered batting his eyelashes at the rogue. Acting coquettish with the man hadn’t yet won him over, but hey, maybe there’d be a first time! 

[formernobility]

          Most nights Nate would have said no, flat outright refusal. But that of           course would have been before they’d survived their terrifying journey in           the Deep Roads and more specifically before Anders had saved his life.           Not that the mage didn’t frequently save the lot of them but earlier Nate           had been on the ground, unable to move an barely able to breathe when           Anders settled over him warmth and light healing him in ways he would           never understand.            The near death experience made him drink but it also made him reflect.           and if he wasn’t going to live life to the fullest why was he bothering to           stay alive at all.             So as Anders pulled him back, encouraging him with wry smiles and           that mischievous glint Nate couldn’t help but give in. “I think I could assist           in that venture.” A smile, genuine and amused graced his features in the           next second before he reached out to take the bottle from the mage’s           grasp. With a twist he had it opened, one gulp of liquid courage to           stimulate him for the night to come. “Where will we be enjoying it?”

[jauffre]

in war, victory. in peace, vigilance. in death, sacrifice.

game typography challenge - use only 3 words

[formernobility]

please tell me which part of yourself you hate the most so I know exactly where to plant my lips every time I see you

[legixnnaire]

“Grey Warden, right?”

“Stone’s Greetings, Warden. You’ve fought as ceaselessly as we have.”

[formernobility]

          “At times there is little else that we can do aside from fight and when           darkspawn they need to be cut down. I appreciate another that           recognizes this truth.”

[formernobility]

          “--Legion of the Dead? I had a friend who was a legionnaire. One of the           best fighters I’d ever known.”

[formernobility]

          “Forgive me for being brash but in my years I haven’t quite mastered the           art of tact--”           A pause, Nathaniel leans closer to the mage at the Tavern, watching with           an almost amused expression.          “What was it like to grow up as a noble in the Imperium?”

[formernobility]

          like this for a (probably) banter starter with the broody archer

[formernobility]

captured | hadrixna

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[formernobility]

          He knew this game, he’d seen it thousands of times. Only most of those           times happened in a bar or brothel, young ladies draping themselves           across any man they thought could spare enough silvers to fund a night.           Nathaniel himself had given into those whiles in his youth, when the scent           of a woman could over power a young man and more than a few silvers           could be lost to a night of frivolity. Even then however they were rare           occurrences and he’d been fairly focused on his duties in the mean time.           Didn’t keep him from flinching at the affectionate touch, a tickle flitting           across his forearm as he’s caressed.           “Men don’t typically enjoy being tied up as far as I’ve seen, though I would           wager we keep different company.” Nathaniel is still cautious but not yet           frightened, prodding her, testing her. “I’d prefer a change in position quite           honestly. You can be strapped to the bed and I’ll be the one looming           menacingly.”           The humor dies in his throat as he sees the knife, intricate designs doing           nothing to hide it’s true purpose and Nate isn’t keen on letting it serve it’s           purpose. His eyes widen minutely, fingers clenching as he tries once           more to wrench his body free of his bindings. Despite the thrashing he’s           unable to make any real progress which comes as no surprise but           happens to be disheartening anyways.           This time as he looks up it’s with a rush of anticipation fear that he hasn’t           felt in ages, “What do you want?”

[formernobility]

captured | hadrixna

[hadrixna-archive-blog]

         The chair she waits in is a large, grand thing made of oak and cushion.          Comfortable, lush; truly meant for comfort. Opulence drips from the fine          furnishing of the room and truly no expenses have been spared. The deep           crimson sheets look like crushed velvet ‘neath this man, and his hair winds          across goose-feather pillows. A strong, aristocratic nose seem to make him          as much part  of the room as the costly items within it. It is only when he wakes          that she remembers he is not. 

        “I am glad to see that you finally wake,” with a flick of her hand the candles           cast light across the bed in which he lays, flinging strange shadows           against the walls. Only the moon provides any other source of light, and his           naked skin is bathed blue and red. He is good looking, certainly. 

         Her smile sits a small, smug thing on her mouth and she drifts closer, hand          lazily trailing a few inches from where his arm lays. “Do you like it?” she purrs,           gesturing to the grandeur that surrounds them. 

[formernobility]

          The voice surprises him immediately and once she steps closer, fingers           caressing his arm, he’s able to gaze up at her. The woman is strikingly           beautiful, dark skin and eyes and hair, seeming altogther like she should           be the queen of some exotic country. Or to be more fair, that she           presents herself as such. In other circumstances she wouldn’t mind being           tied up and sprawled across her sheets but she reeks of magic and           aggression so he’s not overly inclined to stay.           Her voice only reinforces his instinct, she certainly sounds like a woman           on the edge of losing herself to power and Nathaniel had seen enough of           that in his lifetime to be more than content. “I’m not overly fond of it to be           fair. A bit too much for my tastes now. Though as a pre-pubescent boy I           would have thought it adequate.”           Even with all he can assume he is testing boundaries, Nate doesn’t have           a death wish but he can’t figure out the best way to handle this           unfortunate circumstance until he’s discovered what the circumstance is.

[siriusdraws]

..time for self-indulgent anders doing magic i think

[formernobility]

captured | hadrixna

          By the time Nathaniel had returned to his senses the first thing he           recognized was plush silk bedding. It felt familiar, like the bed he’d grown           up in. For a moment he thought that maybe he was in some sort of           dream, pretending he was still the spoiled son of an arl. He would have           given into that dream too if it weren’t for the fact that as soon as he           attempted to shift to one side, seeking out a pillow to hug and pull closer           to his body, the restraints against his wrists signaled that there would be           no movement allotted to him. Even more disheartening was the fact that           the restraints were no meager ropes--something he’d escaped more           times than he could count--but magical bindings he had little knowledge           of how to get free of.            “What the--” his voice is rough, marred by whatever restless sleep he’d           fallen into and a fear seeping throughout his body slowly. He was alone           so far as he could tell, but that didn’t mean he’d stay alone for long.

[snuffysbox]

Missing these dumb grown ass nerds still.