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entrancelogs2016-04-02 11:42 pm
noble_son) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-02 11:42 pm
[OPEN]
Who: Nathaniel & YOU
Where: In the grounds
When: Far too early in the morning (4am - 6am), April 1st
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nathaniel finds his way outside with a rudimentary archery target and a couple of lanterns. In the dark.
The Story:
He found it chilly when he stepped outdoors, but not enough to make him shiver. The cool air prickled through his clothing and nipped at his fingers for a few minutes before the mild exertion of walking warmed his blood enough to drive it off.
Carrying a large, round archery target under one arm and two lanterns in his hand, he moved far enough from the mansion to not be too much at risk of hitting anyone with a stray arrow (though close enough to be seen should someone peek out of the door or glance through a window) and carefully hung the target on the lowest bough of a tree. Beneath it and slightly behind, he set one lantern, retreating with the other and putting it down by his feet some three hundred yards away from his target.
THUNK
The first arrow hit with a satisfying sound and swung the target back, making the tree branch bob up and down.
He could be found there for the next couple of hours, long after the sky began to turn light and the lanterns became little more than ornaments. He paused briefly to turn them off when they were no longer needed, setting them together not far from where he stood. Almost anyone venturing near would find themselves easily spotted, the bow in his hand lowered and a small nod given to allow them to pass without danger.
[while Nathaniel is not overtly affected by the event in this post, I welcome anyone who is :D]
Where: In the grounds
When: Far too early in the morning (4am - 6am), April 1st
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nathaniel finds his way outside with a rudimentary archery target and a couple of lanterns. In the dark.
The Story:
He found it chilly when he stepped outdoors, but not enough to make him shiver. The cool air prickled through his clothing and nipped at his fingers for a few minutes before the mild exertion of walking warmed his blood enough to drive it off.
Carrying a large, round archery target under one arm and two lanterns in his hand, he moved far enough from the mansion to not be too much at risk of hitting anyone with a stray arrow (though close enough to be seen should someone peek out of the door or glance through a window) and carefully hung the target on the lowest bough of a tree. Beneath it and slightly behind, he set one lantern, retreating with the other and putting it down by his feet some three hundred yards away from his target.
THUNK
The first arrow hit with a satisfying sound and swung the target back, making the tree branch bob up and down.
He could be found there for the next couple of hours, long after the sky began to turn light and the lanterns became little more than ornaments. He paused briefly to turn them off when they were no longer needed, setting them together not far from where he stood. Almost anyone venturing near would find themselves easily spotted, the bow in his hand lowered and a small nod given to allow them to pass without danger.
[while Nathaniel is not overtly affected by the event in this post, I welcome anyone who is :D]
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Giving Anders a lesson about how it feels to be talked about as if you're not present can definitely wait for another, more appropriate time.
"I'll accompany you," Nathaniel offers, feeling obliged given that the Templar's weakness is certainly part his own fault. "Thank you, Anders, for your help." While he doesn't add it, he's aware that he now definitely owes Anders a favour.
"I'll make an effort to not have to call you from your bed again any time soon."
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Nathaniel bringing up the Kirkwall Chantry (and the death of a Grand Cleric? Had that really happened?) would've been the perfect opportunity for Cullen to take attention away from the foolish manner in which he'd been injured and take a run at Anders instead. The fact that he doesn't catches Anders off guard. He meets Cullen's look with cautious hope. He must be itching to get out of here and forget this whole thing to give up the mage-hunt so easily.
Whatever the reason, Anders isn't about to take the reprieve for granted.
"There are other ways to see me half-dressed, you know," he quips, waving a hand at them. "Go on, Nathaniel, I'll leave it to you. Get out of here before I regret it. I'll clean this up."
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--But did he say it yet? Cullen thinks back, quickly. Why, he asked; then no, those weren't his first words. Maker, and he's cleaning up the blood, too, and so far those weren't any of his words at all. He feels dull about it. (Wonderland? Blood loss? No matter.) That he didn't say it sooner, or that he needs to say it at all? No matter either, because it needs to be said. He stops.
"Thank you, Anders."
And then he's out the door as fast as Nathaniel's support and his condition will allow, because he'd really rather leave it at that.