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WHO: Taashath & You!
WHAT: Catch-all for the month
WHEN: All through Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold (mostly)
NOTES: Feel free to hit me up on

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I. Training Circle

Heaving the maul up on his shoulder, Taas grins a little bit as he steps out of the ring. That had been a pretty good fight, and he's pretty certain the soldier would remember to keep his balance with a large weapon this time.

Rolling his neck a bit, the big warrior limbers up a bit before reaching to grab the mug of ale by the side, taking a drink from that before he turns back. "Anyone else?"

II. Sign Language 101

The warrior isn't sure how the little lessons in sign language he had given Cyril and Sam now seemed both common knowledge but gaining interest from other people. It makes him a little bit awkward as he tries to explain the difference between spoken words and the way sign language worked for what felt like the umpteenth time.

He was happy, really. It made his life a lot easier, and if he expanded it, it could even give the troops a way to communicate silently with something more detailed than hand signals. At other times, he's pretty certain they only want an excuse to flirt with him.

"So... why do you want to learn this?" He asks, brown eyes studying the new arrival.

III. Tavern

Taas doesn't spend as much time in the tavern as he used to, but when he does come in to drink and have a good time, he allows himself to completely relax and set everything else aside. With booze, music and friends, he could bury the events of the last missions far back in his head and instead just enjoy the moment.

Catch up with friends, meet new people, pick up someone for the night.

Afterwards, he either went home with that somebody or walked out alone in the courtyard, buzzed and smiling as he looked up into the sky. Skyhold really had a beautiful night sky even with the torches and braziers going, and the sound from the tavern - song and laughter - settled his body and mind into something worthy of his name.

Calm.

IV. Wildcard!

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The warrior listens, brown eyes widening a bit in surprise at the news. A child? It explained a lot of things, really. He's not quite sure what to think about it - it had been a long, long time since he was around kids, and he had been a kid himself back then.

Now he was big and horned and scary. Maybe not the best to introduce to a kid.

"That's quite a change," he says softly, reaching to cup Zevran's face in a big hand after that kiss. "How are you holding up, kadan?" Taas asks, affectionate and a little concerned. He runs a thick finger over the elf's cheek, meeting those eyes with warmth. In truth he was pretty overwhelmed by the news, but that didn't matter right now.

Zevran had missed him, and needed the distraction. It must have cut off a lot of his freedom, and that could not be easy for a man that seemed to need it as badly as air.

"I'm yours. Anything you need."

"Not well. He is teething and wakes often- I've help but..." He is not suited to be a father, and yet a father he must be. His ears droop for a moment as he leans into Taas' hand, soaking up what strength he could from the Qunari. This is not something he wanted, the child. Taas- Taas is something he chose. Someone he wishes to keep.

"But, tonight, I do not wish to think of it. Tonight all I want, all I need? Is you." Here in this room, warm and alive and holding him. Zevran turns enough to press a kiss to Taas' palm before slipping away to set up the brazier and warm the coals- brandy warmed by his own room ready and waiting on the side table. One of those same cups from first night makes an appearance-

As well as one of similar make, delicate and fine- but better sized for Taas' hands. "This I had made- it should be easier for you to enjoy the brandy without worrying about the glass, yes?"

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Taas drops the child thing for now, no matter how curious and confused he is. If Zevran needed it out of his mind, that was it. The warrior was more than happy to let the elf do whatever he wanted to him if it helped him take his mind of other things.

...plus these massages were fucking amazing, but that was a given.

When Zevran slips away, Taas takes that moment to fully undress and lean back on the pillows. It was not as nice and soft as the other bed, but it was private and the whole tower room smelled wonderful of the food and oils already.

The presented cup makes him laugh, a loud but warm thing blooming from his chest. He had even thought about a silly thing like that? Taas had indeed quite worried over breaking that tiny and frail little porcelain cup, and now he had one that suited his hand perfectly.

"Kadan, you are a treasure."

"I thought you would like it." He grins, well pleased, blush light upon his cheeks as he sips from his own glass. Something for Taas from Antiva- more than the armband, more than Zevran's affection. Giving little gifts is how one does things, yes? It is the only formula he knows to follow.

He tucks himself against Taas' side for the moment, offering one of the thin slices of sausage to nibble on, clearly meaning to feed him by hand. Now this- this is a lover's bower. This is how he would wish to spend his nights-

Not covered in elfroot salve and wincing against a child's screaming. "I enjoy sharing what I can of my home with those I hold dear."

Little gifts like that meant the world. Not because they were gifts, but things that made Taas feel like he was included in the world rather than the beast that should stand aside from all this luxury.

He wraps one arm around the elf's waist just to feel him close, and then the qunari looks a little surprised for a moment when Zevran offers the piece to him like so. He takes it carefully, allowing himself to relax and just enjoy it all. The sausage is a little explosion of flavor that he was pretty sure Ferelden had outlawed, and Taas makes a pleased sound, kissing his lover's fingers.

"That's delicious," he says, chuckling warmly. "I almost forgot how to eat something that isn't bland."

"I shall have to prepare you a full Antivan meal some day. Several courses, sweets and all." He chases that kiss, catching Taas' jaw to lean in and press their lips together. Little ways to show affection, little ways to show how he feels without having to say the words-

For words are hollow and cheap in the face of action.

"As soon as the oil is ready I will begin the massage. Tell me, what aches plague you the most?"

He gives a little pleased groan at that, sinking back into the makeshift bed slightly and gently pulling the elf with him. "You really spoil me," he says between those little kisses, and he strokes away one of the braids from Zevran's face affectionately.

This was... really nice. Companionship like this, little things.

When the elf mentions the massage again, Taas smiles. "I did pull a shoulder in the Western Approach. It doesn't bother me too much unless I sleep on it funny." His shoulders were twice the size of the elf, but he might just like having Zevran nice and close so he could feel that warmth and the smell of whatever he used in his hair.

Zevran follows easily, smiling into each press of lips, tilting his face into the stroke of Taas' hand like a flower to the sun. He certainly was warm enough to count. "You deserve the spoiling, mi Caro."

And far more. He makes a mental note to keep in touch more often, so as to not force Taas to wonder after him or his intentions again.

"Now that will not do. Roll over so I might start on your back, yes?" One last little kiss to the inside of Taas' wrist- and palm, and fingertips, before he slips away to test the warmth of the fragrant oil he'd set by the brazier earlier.

"Mee karo?" He asks, butchering the pronunciation horribly. It looked similar to 'kadan' on Zevran's lips, all sweet and soft and affectionate. He likes it almost as much as he likes those gentle kisses at his wrist and hand. It always makes him smile like a fool.

...but it's so soothing.

Taas moves to his stomach when Zevran slips away to check the oil, carefully making himself comfortable. He reaches to push his braids from his neck, letting them dangle a little in his horns instead. Practical and a little humorous.

"Mi Caro." Zevran offers again, slow and certain, grinning just as much at that foolish smile. He put that there. He warms Taas' heart like this. He has earned this regard, this gentleness.

All the more reason to spoil him horribly when he has the chance. The oil is ready and he pours a generous portion into his hands so he might begin the massage. As before it is less a work done with palm and fingers and wrists and more the force of his forearms and elbows to work out these tense knots that are like bands of steel under Taas' skin.

He leans down enough to press his lips against his Jaw, laughing there so he might feel the sound. So handsome, so kind. And for the moment? All his.

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