[open] got tired of wastin gas livin above the planet

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Ser Cade and yoooouuu
WHAT: Futzing about, trying to suck less, possibly failing
WHEN: Before he leaves for Kinloch Hold and everyone's dreams are broken
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Lemme know if you want a specific starter! Also negative CR is always welcome (read: inevitable), so please don't be afraid to either provoke it or ask me how it could be provoked on my end.

He's here, he's fairly anti-queer, he's not quite as vanished as he always tries to be but considerably moreso than the average person!

Cade can be found in a variety of places for those who care to look or just happen upon him accidentally, for better or worse. One of such locations is

the library, where he can occasionally be found curled up in a chair with a dessert of some kind and a smutty romance novel that he'll pretend is anything but. He'd take them to his room, but that seems a whole lot more sinful so maybe not.

The kitchen is where he acquires the aforementioned sugary snacks, for which he has a particular fondness. One of the cooks likes him, which raises the Likes Cade tally to about four.

Another such place is the Herald's Rest, where he is That Guy In the Corner, but less mysterious and brooding and more awkward and afraid someone's going to demand his lunch money. He averts his eyes from most people, but will talk to them if they approach and have a stronger personality than his own (which isn't hard).

In the courtyard, on his breaks, he can often be found sitting against a wall and fiddling relentlessly with a puzzle box. It can be funny to watch, especially when he gets super frustrated and goes red all the way to his ears. Life's hard.


Lastly, those who have busienss with Seeker Darton or Knight-Commander Norrington will first have to penetrate the receptionist's desk, wherein Cade is at his most dutiful and confident unless someone deliberately tries to make him uncomfortable. Which they never would, that's ridiculous.
(Do not actually penetrate the desk.)

[If none of those make you happy, toss me a PM and we can set up a starter. Or give me a wildcard if you like!]

Comments

[samahl]

"I'm well. And you don't have to rush out. I came here to see if they had some mint to spare, not to force you out." His voice and face are kind, but he does give Cade space as much as he needs.

[onlyhymns]

Despite his instincts' push for haste, Cade remains where he is, at least long enough to acknowledge Cyril. "You're not-..." he begins, but rolls his eyes and shakes his head, already berating himself for having no idea what to say or how to deal with this. It isn't just the Dalishness that unnerves him about Cyril, but the... well, you know, the relative obviousness of his...
...predilections.
Cade stands there in several moments of agonizing silence, mind racing with a reason to excuse himself without looking as awful as he probably is.

[samahl]

Cyril holds up his hands so that Cade can see them and know he's not about to attack or anything. "I can always check for mint some other time, if you'd prefer to stay here?" he offers.

He has no idea that Cade would have issues with anything other than the fact that he's Dalish and a member of Clan Ashara. He doesn't know the man well enough to assume anything else about him.

[onlyhymns]

"It's fine," Cade quickly insists, and takes another bite of the cinnamon roll despite the abject horror of eating in front of other people. Skyhold is a crowded place, it's necessary sometimes.
"I, uh. I'll go." As if Cyril had asked him to. He begins to take his hasty leave, already relieved at the prospect of abandoning this conversation.