Song: It's oh so quiet (Björk) (420 words)
"You shout and you yell - Hi ho ho! You broke the spell. Gee, this is swell! You almost have a fit – this guy is 'gorge' and I got hit; there's no mistake: this is It."
"Maker's balls, stop doing that!" Nathaniel's eyes looked darker in the poor light of the corridors of Kal'Hirol. Dark and furious, Selene thought. And just because she had almost burned his behind during the last Darkspawn ambush. They were already on their way back to the Keep.
"I'd stop if you moved out of the way faster and were more of a warrior," she hissed.
"You've already got a crazy dwarf wielding a massive warhammer and a possessed Warden that can't die any further!" Nathaniel shouted. "No offense meant," he added, when he noticed Justice staring at him. The warrior nodded curtly and continued walking. "You– What a Commander you are! You know shit about strategy! They're the ones who should be opening the way! I'm just here to watch your backs!"
"Little Blighter, we're all here to do that," Oghren sneered, earning one of Selene's famous staff beatings. Nathaniel went on ranting while the dwarf bellowed. "Oi! Stop that, you lyrium-swigger!" Justice let out a discreet sighed and pressed on.
"Shut up, both of you!" Selene raised her hand and they all went silent. That soft noise... She pushed Sigrun out of the way and whispered, "Ees'skärvah." A white haze emerged from her palm, and Nathaniel knew what would happen next: a shard of ice pierced through the eye of one of the Shrieks that had been about to attack them.
"Positions, now!" Nathaniel shouted, as he readied his bow. Through the corner of the eye he saw Oghren's sturdy short legs stand apart, eager to let the Darkspawn get a taste of his trusty weapon. Justice took charge of the injured Sigrun, and he...
He found himself watching Selene's back. Her hands moved swiftly and so did her staff, but she was not almighty. Nathaniel shot down three Genlocks and staggered a Shriek backwards. Without looking, he took another arrow, which hit an Emissary and got rid of it with a loud boom. Nathaniel was startled. What kind of arrow–?
And then he remembered. That very morning, he had caught her fidgeting with something in his room. The minx had enchanted his arrows. He had failed to see what she had done because his eyes could not bother to be torn apart from the curves of her naked back, and his fingers started itching for her soft, creamy skin, craving her one more time. He gazed at her. Amidst the blows and spells, she was grinning.
Her smile was certainly contagious, and Maker, how he loved her.
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A/N: I'd never shipped Nathaniel with an Amell, mostly because my warden usually romance Alistair and I feel like it's cheating on him :-/ But I think these two work well.