"Why would you share an opportunity like this with me?"
Oliver gave a brief smile. “While the research potential is more than exciting…” Oliver looked over his shoulder briefly as song and laughter erupted in another corner of the Hanged Man. He raised his voice.
"I’m sure you can tell that I’m not quite made for the business end of adventuring!"
Cale looked at him then and Oliver held his gaze.
There was a smile tugging at his lips and when instead, Cale smiled, briefly, before looking away…
He also felt something tugging at his heart.
"What is a Grey Warden?" Cale said, walking with Oliver through the poorly lit walkways of Dark Town.
"I have no idea." Oliver looked at his crude map, muttering to himself before he briefly stepped aside. He cupped his hands and created a small light, extinguishing it and stepping back into the main way. "Should be right ahead."
Cale said nothing.
Cale said a lot of “nothing”, but Oliver was particularly thankful he had nothing to say about Magic.
Maybe he did. He’d certainly stared long enough the night they’d met. Attacked in the streets, what could strangers do but defend themselves?
Oliver had never seen a sword that big in his life, but he wasn’t about to think about it too long. Not while he shot lightning into the mouths of his attackers.
"Are you hurt?" Oliver asked.
The large man just looked at him and looked at his hands and looked at his staff.
Oliver held out a potion. “Elfroot is good for what ails you. If… you are hurt.”
He just kept looking at Oliver.
"You have my gratitude then." Oliver said, thinking it better to leave before authorities or Templars or anything came to call.
He was leaving and the man was following and Oliver turned, sparks at his fingers.
"You have my gratitude." he said, reaching to put a thick gloved hand over Oliver’s magical one. "And no more of that. Not on these streets. There are eyes everywhere."
He went past Oliver then, the Mage catching up.
"Oliver." he said.
"Cale." he grunted, watching the shadows.
"Clinic." Oliver said.
"Ten coppers." Cale said.
They went in and Oliver saw the glow of blue healing as a scruffy looking man bent over a child.
The child got up and went back to his mother and man stood up. He noted Cale’s sword and Oliver’s staff immediately and dashed for his own, holding it up along with his hand, blooming with flames.
"I didn’t agree." Oliver said quietly. "Are you a Grey Warden?" he asked. "Varric -."
The patients that could began to leave and Oliver realized this could turn into a scene. He heard Cale’s blade slide out and Oliver held out a hand to stay his action.
"We need someone to lead us through the Deep Roads. That’s all."
"You could have talked faster." Anders said.
Cale gave him a look and Oliver smiled.
"Both of you. Like talking hurts or something. You think I want to be left alone, all quiet with my own thoughts?" Anders smiled, poking the fire. "Both of you should know better."
"…if you’re thinking about us, you should be perfectly content." Oliver said, leaned back against a dragged log. He was reading a small book.
Anders gave a soft laugh, looking at Cale who was merely looking at him. He felt shy and looked to the fire again.
That… wasn’t something he wanted to talk about yet.
Not that either of them had done any talking about it. Not much to talk about.
Three of them…
It wasn’t unheard of. Anders wasn’t new to… well, anything, but…
Here they were. They were free. It was “unforced”. It wasn’t because they were needy and looking for love anywhere they could get it or they were trying a “thing” or looking for a quick time.
They’d been kissing when Anders heard someone else come in. He thought perhaps maybe he’d heard wrong.
Oliver didn’t mention that he shared the estate with anyone else. Not that he remembered.
He’d rather think about the lips on his and the fingers slowly but surely making their way below his waist…
But there it was again.
Soft movement, towards the bed. Just outside the curtains.
"Oliver." he said softly. "I think someone -."
And the curtain was pulled aside. And it was Cale.
Anders sat up. “Cale! What are you doing …here?” he looked to Oliver and Oliver was just calm. He turned.
"Cale, what’s the matter with you?"
"Out of lamb." he complained.
Anders just blinked.
So he hadn’t had dinner?
He was interrupting them both, he was interrupting Oliver over dinner? Did Oliver make his dinner?
What was going on.
"I told you…" Oliver took a breath, turning and reaching for him. "You shouldn’t be eating at the Hanged Man anyway, probably not even lamb."
"I pay for it. So it should be."
And then Anders grew more alarmed and more confused when Cale got undressed, right down to his small clothes and got into bed with them.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" he finally asked.
"I’m tired." Cale said. He reached over Anders, against his back, and stroked Oliver’s face. "And this is my bed."
"He’s not adverse about sharing." Oliver said.
Anders looked at him and looked back as Cale’s hand slid back across his middle.
Cale was just looking at him. Always looking at him… and also always looking at Oliver.
"I …guess -."
"Just keep it down." Cale said. He kissed Anders and kissed his shoulder, then turned over, grabbed a pillow and closed his eyes.
"Oh." Anders said.
And Oliver kissed him then, picking up where he’d left off.
And then Oliver’s hand slid below his waist.
"I’ll watch first." Cale said.
Oliver laughed. “…you always watch.”
"Well we can switch then."
Anders could help but laugh. “Is this about guard duty or something else?”
"Both." they responded.
He put his hand over his face.
What was he even doing.
Cale and Anders
who cooks normally?: Orana lol. Neither of them cooks. If Orana is not there, they will live off sandwiches and pies and junk food.
how often do they fight?: very, very rarely. There is a lot of exasperated Anders toward Cale’s NO though.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Cale would totally sulk and even grumpier than usual hahahahaha. Anders would try to keep busy, but at night his thoughts would go to his big grumpy puppy man.
nicknames for each other?: a series of affectionate grunts from Cale. Little cooing noises from Anders. They are an embarrassment to their adult lives.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Cale.
who steals the covers at night?: more like, Cale insists on being Anders’ blanket at night.
what would they get each other for gifts?: new clothes and extra supplies for Anders’ clinic from Cale. Anders would do little things for Cale, like reading a book, or washing his hair, or wearing his naughty apostate costume *cough*. That incident with the lute is not to be mentioned ever again.
who kissed who first?: Anders.
who made the first move?: Cale.
who remembers things?: Cale.
who started the relationship?: Cale.
who cusses more?: Anders.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: they’re both mother hens.