Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
Post DAI Timeline
DAO/DA2 Timeline
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Nathaniel plucked olive into his mouth just before Fergus draped an arm across his shoulder and pressed forehead to forehead. "I will never give you a reason not to, Nate. I promise."
The contact was gentle, almost tender. How long had it been since someone embraced Nathaniel in such a manner? Delilah had been the last. He was not a man that accepted such attentions easily, body tensing slightly at Fergus’ touch.
Nathaniel did trust Fergus and did not think his friend would every break that trust. If he did and Nathaniel’s hand was forced, he would do what must be done no matter the cost to himself.
Maker they were being morose.
Fergus agreed and changed the subject. "So, now that is taken care of...” Fergus picked up his bottle once more. "I have a meeting with an old acquaintance in the morning. A man named Ferren. He worked as a guard here before, but hoping he'll take up the position of Guard-Captain. Ser Cavagh has been pulling double duty since the illness that spread a while back. I saw him in the Green Spears Inn the other night, so thought I would take the opportunity. He and Lene were good friends. I would like to think she would approve.”
Ferren was not a name heard often. Nathaniel knew a man once named Ferren. Theirs had been a brief encounter in an alley outside a less than reputable tavern in Amaranthine. But there was no way it would be that Ferren. That Ferren was a wreck and did not at all strike Nathaniel as the type of man that would be fit for such an honorable position as Guard-Captain.
Without much thought or hesitation, Nathaniel pursed his lips and spit the olive pit at Fergus’ nose. His aim was as true as if he had let one of his arrows fly. A grin claimed his mouth.
“I fucked a Ferren once before. It wasn’t very memorable.” That night had not been about making last memories, though. Nathaniel hadn’t wanted to think and gone out looking for either a shag or a fight. The shag happened first. “I’m sure your Ferren will be a far better Guard-Captain than mine was a lay."
The contact was gentle, almost tender. How long had it been since someone embraced Nathaniel in such a manner? Delilah had been the last. He was not a man that accepted such attentions easily, body tensing slightly at Fergus’ touch.
Nathaniel did trust Fergus and did not think his friend would every break that trust. If he did and Nathaniel’s hand was forced, he would do what must be done no matter the cost to himself.
Maker they were being morose.
Fergus agreed and changed the subject. "So, now that is taken care of...” Fergus picked up his bottle once more. "I have a meeting with an old acquaintance in the morning. A man named Ferren. He worked as a guard here before, but hoping he'll take up the position of Guard-Captain. Ser Cavagh has been pulling double duty since the illness that spread a while back. I saw him in the Green Spears Inn the other night, so thought I would take the opportunity. He and Lene were good friends. I would like to think she would approve.”
Ferren was not a name heard often. Nathaniel knew a man once named Ferren. Theirs had been a brief encounter in an alley outside a less than reputable tavern in Amaranthine. But there was no way it would be that Ferren. That Ferren was a wreck and did not at all strike Nathaniel as the type of man that would be fit for such an honorable position as Guard-Captain.
Without much thought or hesitation, Nathaniel pursed his lips and spit the olive pit at Fergus’ nose. His aim was as true as if he had let one of his arrows fly. A grin claimed his mouth.
“I fucked a Ferren once before. It wasn’t very memorable.” That night had not been about making last memories, though. Nathaniel hadn’t wanted to think and gone out looking for either a shag or a fight. The shag happened first. “I’m sure your Ferren will be a far better Guard-Captain than mine was a lay."