[ OPEN ] You'd Think I'd Know Where I'm Going

[universal_charm]

WHO: Jim Kirk & You
WHAT: Late catch-all for late August
WHEN: Roughly August 15 - August 31 (feel free to backdate for timey-wimey necessitiy)
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Flirting, charmingness, possible bad language, possible head-butting, possible fights, general shenanigans

After the emotional trek to Asher's home and back, Kirk found that he was rather glad to be back within the walls of Skyhold. It was familiar and comforting and he knew what he could do here to keep his mind off things. To keep his mind off the passing of a friend that could have been, keep his mind off injustices in Orelais, keep his mind off his own situation. Funny, how death brought those things to surface with startling clarity.

He can be found in the early mornings running around Skyhold's perimeter, followed quickly by moving to working on his horsemanship at the barn (which in variably also means that he will spend some quality time around the bog unicorn, which in his mind he has unofficially adopted). More often than not he is also accompanied by a small black and white cat who has something suspiciously like a mustache on its upper lip. Don't tell Anders.

From there things are a bit more difficult when it came to finding ways to fill his time, except on the days when he was teaching lessons in math, science, and hand-to-hand self-defense. That latter of which he can now join in on since he has fully recovered from his previous injuries. It meant that more people were hitting the dirt, but that's how it was supposed to be. You didn't learn if you didn't come out with a bruise or two.

Of course he usually finds his way around to the library, usually in search of another story to read since he's not much of one for the historical texts anymore, biased as they tend to be in his view. Maybe he's napping. What? It's comfortable there. But why just ready about places in the library when he can out and explore in the woods outside Skyhold? Granted, he never goes far, but it's something and for just a bit he can pretend he's Captain Kirk exploring a new and exciting planet again. Let the Rifter have his tiny fantasy. (Invariably, Leonard the Cat tends to join him on this too, complete with fashioned harness and leash to keep him from wandering to far.)

And if all else fails he makes his way to the tavern, where he can easily be convinced to share a drink, sing a song, or maybe turn the tables and convince you to play some chess.

Comments

[samahl]

Cyril is thoughtful for a moment as he considers that. "I guess I'm a man before my time," he says after a moment. He sounds almost smug now.

[universal_charm]

That got a grin and a waggle of his eyebrows. "What makes you say that?"

[samahl]

"Because I'm with men and I can't pick just one," he teases a bit. Now that they're moving on, his humor is coming back. He grins widely. "You could be one of my collection too."

[universal_charm]

"What, you don't have a blonde, blue eyed one yet?" he teased.

[samahl]

"I don't," Cyril replies, his tone also light and teasing. "That's a real shame, isn't it?"

[universal_charm]

"Oh, it most certainly is. Everyone needs a blonde, blue-eyed stallion in their stable," he winked.

[samahl]

He chuckles a bit. "But what about you? Do you have many elves in your stable?"

[universal_charm]

"Not a one, surprisingly. I don't think I'm most elves' type, as it turns out, which is frankly par for the course even back home."

Spock was not an elf, but he did have the pointed ears, and elf and hobgoblin were two of his more affectionate nicknames coming from Bones.

[samahl]

"Maybe not Dalish elves, because they are picky and entirely too stubborn," Cyril agrees. "But city elves might find you charming."

[universal_charm]

"And what do you find my, Cyril?" he asked, making his eyes slightly wide. "Besides pretty."

[samahl]

"Oh, not just pretty, very pretty," he teases a bit. "And bright, and alluring, and confident, and, yes, charming."

[universal_charm]

He laughed. "I wasn't expecting quite so many adjectives. I didn't realize I had made such an impression."

[samahl]

Cyril raises one of his brows. "You have seen you, haven't you? I could find a mirror if needed." Then, after a moment. "More than all of that, Sam likes you. I trust Sam."

[universal_charm]

"I mean, I know I'm good looking, but I try not to be vain," he tossed his hair, growing shaggy in his days here, to long without a cut. He smiled a little when the other mentioned Sam. "I'm glad that speaks well of me. And hopefully he has too."

[samahl]

He nods. "I don't think he'd share so much space with you otherwise."

[universal_charm]

"I don't either," he shook his head. "But I'm glad it speaks well of me."

[samahl]

"That and you are raising kittens together. That's a big responsibility."

[universal_charm]

"They were quite the surprise," he sighed, but there's a fondness there. "I don't know why I'm surprised to become an accidental parent with my track record."

[samahl]

"I suppose that means you've had a lot of women as well as men?" he asks, a little amused. "That's nice. I'd hate to think of anyone missing out on your talents."

[universal_charm]

"And others," he nodded. "I've always been of the mind of why deny yourself all the pleasures the universe has to offer?"

[samahl]

"Especially now when you find yourself somewhere you might not have traveled to otherwise?" Cyril suggested with a slight grin.

[universal_charm]

"Most certainly. That's my rule of thumb wherever I go, naturally," he returned the grin with a more sultry one of his own, and a wink.

[samahl]

Cyril finds the wink charming and leans forward a bit. "Wherever you go? You seem to take this whole different reality traveled through a realm where spirits and demons live thing rather well. Is that sort of thing normal where you're from?"

[universal_charm]

"The spirits and demons part? No, not at all. But the traveling to new worlds? It was my job back home," he smiled at him. "But those stories are better told in private."

[samahl]

"Your job?" Cyril asks. Then he chuckles a bit. "Are they all naughty stories then? Or just complicated?"