faderift | The Horned Heroes Return

WHO: Kas, Taashath + Open
WHAT: Kas and Taas return from their mission in Orlais after two months.
WHEN: Today and forward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Kas and Taas will be under different top comments to avoid playercesting.

Seeing the bridge to Skyhold was such a huge relief that neither qunari had expected, and the accompanying group of scouts seemed just as eager to get back. Mounts were spurred a bit more, hurrying over the last stretch before they all stopped in the courtyard.

Taas slid off his horse and brushed back his brown hair from his face. It was a bit messy and not put up in the usual array of braids - and he had a need of a razor, of the beginning of a scruffy beard was anything to go by. He's wearing his usual leather and armor, although his chest is covered by a shirt for once.

He doesn't look worse for wear, aside from his nose being extra crooked. (He might need to get that fixed later.)

Giving the mount a pat on the neck, he leaves it with a stablehand and takes a look at the state of Skyhold. At least it was in once piece... and hopefully the tavern was as well.

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Kas isn't as graceful in his dismounting, but the teen does seem a little less horrible at riding than he used to be. Rubbing his butt a bit, he sighs and scratches his head slightly before looking around. The scout uniform is a little ripped in places and the bow he got from Metaari is missing, but he's unharmed and even seems to have gained a bit of weight. It makes him appear a little bit less like a scrawny child and rather the young man he really is, so it's a good look for him.

Maker bless Orlaisian tiny cakes and hard work.

There's even a little smile on his lips as he looks around, eager to see Korrin, friends and maybe even meet new people.

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"Yeah... Tama." They were usually women, but the idea was the same. A caretaker. Someone to raise them and give them confidence and love. Just like Zevran was doing for this kid, no matter how new and strange it was.

Taas still isn't quite sure how to deal with a kid either, but Lucci is damn cute right now, being so sweet and gentle. His eyes widen a bit when the boy answers 'Nono' to his silly question, and Zevran's agreement to it makes his chest feel so full that he's worried it would burst.

Love was really interesting. He could see how it could be a concern under the Qun, though. It was addicting, and he didn't want moment like these to end. "This is good," he says softly.

"It is...something I never thought I would have, truly. Something I am glad to find- and something that I am pleased to share with you. However much you would wish to be a part of his life-" Zevran steps close, one hand on his son's cheek, one resting over Taas' heart. This is something he does not have any frame of reference for.

Mia is something familiar with the absence of desire. Taas is- everything he'd held with Talaslin, everything he'd held with Rinna- with none of the risk. None of the pain. All the good and light and warmth and none of the shadow, none of the uncertainty. But this? His son is precious to him in ways he cannot put to words-

Just as Taas is precious to him more than he can bear to say. "I would have you present if you wish. As an uncle or a friend of mine, as a 'Nono' or- or as a Tama."

Taas makes sure Lucci is nice and safe before he puts his other arm around the elf with a gentle look. Something about this was strange and alien to him, but the weird happiness in his heart came above it all. Was this another part of love? Maybe it was a place to belong.

He likes it more and more.

Zevran mentions him being part of the boy's life, and he looks thoughtful at that, glancing back at the happy baby leaned against his massive chest. Him and children? It makes him uncertain, to say the least. He was a volatile thing, easy to lose control and deadly when he does. "I'm no Tama," he starts, shaking his head a little bit. He could not a be a Tamasssran even in nickname. He was not a nurturing person, he was a killer.

...then again, so was Zevran, wasn't he? Maybe he could be there anyway. Somehow. Taas' face softens again and he runs fingers through his lover's hair. "I like 'Nono'."

Zevran tilts his head into Taas' hand, eyes slipping closed in that moment. Just to feel, to be held and hold and simply...bask in the warmth that is this person. This man that came for him, this man that calls him Kadan. A little over a year he's been in the Inquisition, a little over a year he's known Taashath and all the same-

For the difficulties faced, the loss of his eye, the gaining of a sense of purpose, his son- and this? It has all been worth the blood.

Every drop.

"Then, Nono you shall be." He opens his eyes, leaning up on his toes enough to press a kiss to Taas' lips. "I do not think I ever thanked you for saving me."

Asked him why, yes, been quiet and still and wounded and broken? Yes. But it hadn't been something to feel grateful for at the time. "I should like to, now."

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