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In the summer, I remember
WHO: Thranduil, Legolas, anyone good with a bow or who enjoys the wine on offer.
WHAT: ROOTY TOOTY POINT N SHOOTY ARCHERY CONTEST
WHEN: 8th of Bloomingtide, midmorning until sunset.
WHERE: Valley
NOTES: log for a friendly wager!
WHAT: ROOTY TOOTY POINT N SHOOTY ARCHERY CONTEST
WHEN: 8th of Bloomingtide, midmorning until sunset.
WHERE: Valley
NOTES: log for a friendly wager!
The eighth of Bloomingtide began as a chilly morning; not quite cold enough to leave frost on the budding flowers and fresh-sprouted plants in the heights of Skyhold, but nearly, nearly.
By the time the sun was been in the sky for a few hours, most of the early-morning chill had burned off, leaving a day that promised to be nearly too-hot for those who would be stuck in full-plate and in direct sunlight. Thranduil wasn’t expecting any to come clanking down to his little fete, but had none the less secured a spot in the shade. Varric had apparently found him while he was still working on organizing—the target launchers are set neatly in line with everything else. Along the clay pigeon launchers were the standard, stock targets, blindfolds—and on a table off to the side was a few bottles of sweet wine beside loaves of brown bread and hard cheeses.
The contest did not pretend to be anything other than what it was; a chance to meet, and mingle, and possibly show off archery skills. The purses wrested next to the wine and cheese and Thranduil himself. He had found a chair to rest in while waiting for the contestants to arrive, dressed plainer than he had so far allowed himself to be seen. On his fingers, four rings glittered—but his confidence in Legolas was so absolute, he doubted he would lose even one before the days was out.
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"Well yes, that's the point of keeping it a secret. At least I don't abide by Benjamin Franklin's theory on how to best keep them," he grinned.
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"Ah, a historical figure in my world. He helped to found a nation," he explained with a wave of his hand. "He was quoted as saying - The best way to keep a secret between two men is if one of them is dead." It might not be the exact quote, but it was close enough.
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"Good thing you aren't one for killing." Even if Kirk was, it wasn't like he was an easy target to go after.
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"No, and especially not the guy giving me a place to sleep," he laughed warmly, giving his arm a squeeze and finding himself very glad he had found Sam to hide behind in those early days at Skyhold.
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"You would be jealous if I sold sausage," he clucked his tongue, continuing on their game of teasing. "And we can't have that."
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"I didn't say that," he said, and he made no bones about it.
They had never said they were monogamous, and Kirk wouldn't have been quite comfortable with that anyways. He wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, and in all honesty, it might not be fair to Sam. Considering the unknown of the Rift or whatever was dragging people back and forth, he might be here a long time or no time at all.
He shook his head with a little smile. "I was just teasing you, Sam. But take comfort in the fact you have first pick of the sausage." He winked.
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He understands that what they have isn't something permanent, which is something new and different for him, but he doesn't hate it. Asking more of Jim isn't something he is going to do, simply enjoying the time they do have together since he does know that at some point the rifts could be doing something. If things were different and more certain... things could have be different.
"I'm still teasing you, Kirk," he replies back, giving him a bit of a nudge with his eblow before giving a snort and feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. "Well aren't I special."