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WHO: Cyril and Sam
WHAT: Cy doesn't know about Sam's dog form. He thinks he's talking to a stray about something he hasn't shared with anyone.
WHEN: Um, sometime? That fits in? With everything going on... /whistles.
WHERE: Just outside of Skyhold
NOTES: Cy is dumb. Also this gets to be very NSFW towards the end.

Cyril had been pulled away from his stall in the courtyard to help some pilgrims who's cart broke on the road up here. It had broken his routine and gotten him outside of the castle. After everything was settled and the pilgrims were safe inside the walls, he had lingered outside.

He was starting to forget how much he enjoyed not being surrounded by crafted stone. Out here it was cold, and there was snow, and mountains, but he was alone and not cooped up.

He found a nice place that got some decent sunlight and sat. Now that he was completely by himself he pulled a silver ring from deep within his pocket and examined it, turning it over in his hands. This ring had belonged to Sam. Cyril had slipped it off his finger the first night they had met. Usually he'd sell such a thing, but he had kept this one and hadn't told anyone he had it.

Not even Merrick knew about it. Now that he thought no one could see him he could take it out and enjoy the shape of it.

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That certainly has Sam raising a brow. "Are you suggesting something?" Something like along the lines of what Kirk's suggested. Speaking of, the man was probably going to be so smug.

Cyril chuckles a bit. "I might be, but why don't we get used to each other before we do anything like that."

He's going to be having issues sleeping again with that thought put in his head again - thanks Cyril. "That... is a very good idea." Honestly if suggested he doesn't think he'd say 'no', but just working on this, seeing what this was, Sam was more then happy on just focusing on that.

It isn't terribly long with their banter before they're at the door of the armory. Moving ahead a bit he opens the door, offering for Cyril to go first.

Cyril goes into the armory and feels oddly nervous. He glances around to see how many people are near before heading towards the stairs to go to Sam's room. He's around this place all of the time, and has been to Sam's room more than he can count, and yet now for some reason he feels like he has butterflies zooming around in his stomach.

"One day you are going to have to get a room that's a bit more private."

"What, and I thought you enjoyed the view from up here," he teases, following behind, though also checking to see who was around. At this time of day and without too many orders there isn't anyone in the armory for the day - more then likely work being done in the undercroft.

"A door would certainly be nice. I have been looking, but there isn't a whole lot of places available. That's half the reason Kirk is staying with me after all."

"They do have a bit of a crowding issue," Cyril agreed. "A lot of people want to help save the world." They got to Sam's room now and Cyril turned to look at the human.

He smiled a bit, but some of the nerves he was feeling were clear on his face. It was unusual to see on him and made him seem very young.

"People wanting to save the world. Rifters. Refugees," he lists off as he ascends the stairs. It was more then a bit of crowding honestly.

He's barely at the last stair when Cyril turns around, the nervous smile stopping him where he's at, putting them at just about the same height. Everyone gets nervous, but it's something he doesn't accommodate with the elf, so used to him being charismatic and confident.

"We don't need to do anything, you know," he offers, slowly taking the last step to stand next to Cyril. "Just like any time you come up here."

Cyril shakes his head a bit and then comes closer to Sam. "I've wanted you since I realized you were in Skyhold. We had fun, in the woods by Redcliffe, but it was rushed and in the dark and I never did what I promised I'd do for you..." He says it all softly, with a slight smile on his lips.

"I want to try again. I want to keep trying again."

"You're talking about that moment when you found me in the tavern and I promptly fell off my stool?" That was certainly a detail he was not going to forget either, the two of them meeting up again.

His thoughts don't linger on that for long though, his cheeks quickly turning a faint red when Cyril mentions Redcliffe. Promised? That does have the mage pausing, leaning in a bit closer over the railing. "And exactly what did you promise?"

The last bit of words have Sam taking in a deep breath. To someone else it would sound normal, but for Sam it meant a lot more. "I'll let you try as much as you want," he says back, offering his own small smile.

Cyril smiles at the memory and nods a bit, showing Sam that he had wanted him, even then. Though he had mostly been surprised at the falling down bit.

"Do you remember, when I first lured you to the woods. I told you that you could take me, and then I could take you?" he asks. "Are you still interested in that?"

He cannot promise that he'll always be graceful, but at least he's stopped falling off of stools and most other things.

Sam slowly brings a hand up to cough into it lightly as he does recall such a thing from their first time. That's right, he had said something like that but that never quite happened. "I have to say I am interested... And maybe a bit curious." A pause. "Were not going back into the woods right?"

Cyril chuckles a bit and the sound of it is a little nervous, almost awkward. "No," he says. "No. But I do want to show you what fingers can do too." He reaches out and takes Sam's hand before gently guiding him towards his bed.

He's always joking, but it is probably obvious that he was equally as nervous and awkward about this. Eager definitely, but for so long he's just been watching Cyril, just been an arm length away, that he didn't know where to start.

Taking a breath Sam allows for him to be dragged further into the room. Once they get to the small section that holds the bed he excuses himself for a moment and hangs something over the side - to let certain roommates know something was up.

"Fingers, hm? So what are you going to show me?"

Cyril feels a strange ball of nerves in his stomach. He's never really experienced such a thing before, and now it feels odd and settles inside of him. "Come over here, let's start with kissing," he says.

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Edited 2016-09-14 03:07 (UTC)