Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 7: PERMANENTLY FROZEN

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Dragon Age: Origins - Part 7 is
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M!Warden/Nathaniel - Jealousy (Repost)

[anonymous]

Nathaniel becomes insanely jealous over the Warden Commander’s relationship with Alistair. The Commander may claim them to be friends, but that doesn’t stop Nathaniel’s mood from changing every time they cross paths. Eventually it becomes far too much and Nathaniel decides to make his move before he loses his chance to be with the Commander. (Prefer a Cousland!Warden, second choice Mahariel!Warden, but could be any of the other human or elf Wardens. Writer’s choice if Alistair is King or stayed a Warden to follow the Hero of Ferelden. Bonus points if Anders knows exactly what’s going on and blatantly flirts with the Warden to mess with Nathaniel.)

Re: M!Warden/Nathaniel - Jealousy (Repost)

[anonymous]

This prompt is amazing. How has this not been filled??

m!mahariel / nathaniel , "guttered" [ 1a / ? ]

[anonymous]

"Nae," Madh cursed, all but flinching as he took a sharp heel away from their Warden Commander. The sound of the protest snagged Nathaniel's attention more than the protest itself, for Madha'in was an elven thundercloud of discontent over their small lanscape of dwarven pride and human candor; but rarely did his scorn warble out in such fearThe Warden Commander, an Orlesian Dwarf kinder than most, unfolded his arms from his broad chest to shrug, or maybe offer an embrace, claiming that half step across their corner of paving stones to speak low, the courtyard busy and loud at this second hour past noon; shuffling tradesmen and merchants waking from their high-sun naps to return to their toils unpestered by the boggy heat

g u t t e r e d [ 2a / ? ]

[anonymous]

It had been such an ache, to breathe. To blink. To roll up on a stiffened elbow, to parse his bones from the hard-packed dirt of his outdoor cell. His ears flinched and throbbed with noise, and the poison that Antivan blonde had misted across the hall stones still felt as a hundred insects biting and stomping across what bare thigh his armor left exposed (for ease of movement, and silence, and perhaps just because the Maker was as cruel as any father could be).

Nathaniel felt the elf before he risked the pain of daylight to see him by, Madha'in a coiled bundle of fury and heat. The blonde Antivan, just within earshot, still giving himself away with sultry witticisms - Nathaniel could have dashed his life out through his eye with the grouting chuck he'd pried free and hidden up his greave, but

RE: g u t t e r e d [ 2a / ? ]

[anonymous]

And a not very small, not so new part of Nathaniel argued against his dread; for Madha'in was a sympathetic friendly thing under all that pensive scowling, with hands that knew their way under armor; and half up a flight of stairs to a healer's office, the inky black spill of Madh's loose-braided hair was not unpleasant to rest a cheek against; and there was an apology strung delicate through the air between them, but Nathaniel was not sorry for the attempt to reclaim his birthright, and Madha'in could not be sorry for the death of Rendon Howe even if he were the culprit Mahariel (which, it had been said, was slightly racist to even suggest

g u t t e r e d [ 2b / ? ]

[anonymous]

( ^ see above ^ )

g u t t e r e d [ 3a / ? ]

[anonymous]

Velanna was the second notable Dalish to join the ranks of the Grey, and hers was as volatile and wounded a temperament as Madh's could often be, but likewise did she exert as much generosity and freedom with affection when the cider was open, throwing a skinny arm over Sigrun's broad shoulders or looping a string of herbs playfully over the back of Anders' neck instead of handing them to him. But else, she was just as much the thundercloud of Dalish severity, except with Madha'in himself, who answered her with a calm obeisance despite the difference in Warden seniority.

Madh was content to answer Velanna as he would a Keeper, and Velanna was content to keep Madh safe from shemlen ruination - from over-friendly recruits and lingering gazes, from the embrace of drunk dwarves (and wasn't that a mysterious friendship, Oghren and Madh curled together over their tankards half asleep on one shoulder or the other), and from shem mage and shem noble (who together found brotherly rivalry in their youth and indescretion, besides the whole

g u t t e r e d [ 3b / ? ]

[anonymous]

Nathaniel left the table to follow, heart in his stomach with a gnawing hunger of curiosity; for the secret knowing Madh harbored of Ferelden's King, for the cryptic sorrow he had shared with Montague, for his, for his everything, his history and innermost dilemmas, his open wounds and old scars, his laughter and the hollow part inside of himself in which he hid that laughter, swallowed it, buried it. Nathaniel followed Madha'in, step quickening with the realization it would just be them, alone, Velanna and Anders answering the Commander and left behind. Nathaniel followed Madh like the moon had no choice but to follow the sun, half hidden some nights, invisible other nights, but always following

g u t t e r e d [ 3c / ? ]

[anonymous]

"He was ill with grief," Madh pressed, scar again tugging his dismay into something that reminded Nathaniel of lamplit passions. "And you know Velanna, the things she did - much was the same under Mahariel's grief. The Wardens had been all but slain by that shem king-reagent, hadn't they? And Alistair and Mahariel both, hunted by the lawmen even as they saved the realm

g u t t e r e d [ 4a / ? ]

[anonymous]

Alistair Theirin was not fattened by his new office as Oghren had loudly predicted, but the lines of war and strife had left his face and he stood in his King's travelling regalia as any noble might, bearded chin level and words succinct. He was not the haggard veteran Nathaniel had expected, nor the stuffed nug Anders had dreamed up, nor the boyish dullard the rumors purported. Madha'in, quite indistinguishable from the recruits who flanked him, did not carry any tension of surprise in his frame, though the armor and helmet made the knowing of this difficult