It takes Nathaniel a second to respond, chiefly because he is surprised. He can't think of a time when Anders kissed him angry. He thinks briefly of Justice, of that black anger he would bring to Anders. Very few topics of conversation make Anders this angry. Mages, Templars, and...Rendon Howe, apparently. But for once, someone's anger at Rendon Howe isn't hitting Nathaniel by proxy.
His hips roll upward against Anders, and he soon breaks away, breathless and a bit stunned and trying to remember what it was he was going to say. He would like to go with the flow, but he wants...something else. Forceful, protective Anders is ridiculously sexy, but there is more that could be had.
"I know the old ways are wrong," he says slowly. "How he taught me to think was wrong. But I can't just unlearn the old ways. I need to learn new ways. And I'm afraid of what it all means. Loghain is...the last curtain to be pulled aside before I really understand what sort of man my father was. And I want him to have been better than people say. I want him to have loved me enough to have given me something good."
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His hips roll upward against Anders, and he soon breaks away, breathless and a bit stunned and trying to remember what it was he was going to say. He would like to go with the flow, but he wants...something else. Forceful, protective Anders is ridiculously sexy, but there is more that could be had.
"I know the old ways are wrong," he says slowly. "How he taught me to think was wrong. But I can't just unlearn the old ways. I need to learn new ways. And I'm afraid of what it all means. Loghain is...the last curtain to be pulled aside before I really understand what sort of man my father was. And I want him to have been better than people say. I want him to have loved me enough to have given me something good."