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Open | Hanging out with a King

WHO: Iskandar and anyone who runs across him
WHAT: Iskandar is just spending some time doing various things and enjoying old and new friends along the way
WHEN: Last half of Firstfall
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Probably nothing but will add as needed

Stables

One place that people could be sure to find Iskandar was at the stables. He was here a great deal since this was where his horse was and where he'd really been sleeping. When people weren't interested in sharing their beds with him anyway. That was something that certainly happened plenty since he was very large and warm. But for today he was currently seated near a wall, singing softly in a language many natives wouldn't recognize. Perhaps many Rifters wouldn't either. After all, it was his native tongue and there weren't going to be many familiar with Ancient Macedonian.

In his hands was a saddle which he had over one knee while he rubbed the leather down with an oil to keep it looking beautiful. Perhaps most Kings would find someone else to do this but this was something Iskandar had always preferred to do himself. There was just something so relaxing about it. Of course, this didn't stop him from noticing company when it arrived and he smiled at the new arrival, still singing as he did.

Library

It likely wasn't common to see a giant man enjoying so many books but there he was on the floor of the library with a nice pile of them around him. The subjects varied but it was clear he really was reading through them. In his hands right now was what looked like something about the histories of some land and he was scratching his chin as he read through it. Now and then he made a small hum in thought before he finally closed the book and went to stretch, pausing only a moment to smile.

"Ah did you want to read this one?"

Tavern

One of Iskandar's favorite places to be was the tavern. It was here he learned many of the songs of these lands and where he watched people just live. It was fascinating to say the least but it did have him developing a burning desire of sorts. One that was like an itch he couldn't quite reach. He was really going to have to take care of that soon. Which was why he went to sit near the first person that he saw that had a seat available.

At least the first thing he gave was a smile.

"Would you happen to know where one could obtain a harp or lyre?" Yes, he really was going to need one soon.

[ooc: This is an example of what Iskandar's voice would sound like. For obvious reasons this is not what he's singing. This is just to give you an idea of what the tone and such would be!]

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"Perhaps, but you're also very enthusiastic about everything you do so it's a little hard to distinguish between what you only 'enjoy' and what you 'love." Sam returns the look, though his is more of a grin then a smile as he leans back against the tree.

"Verbal confirmation is also very important for lovers to learn, is it not?" he asks, reaching up and tugging a little at the ends of Iskandar's hair.

Iskandar hummed, pleased to have his hair tugged on. Of course, he used that as a chance to pull back and lift a brow at him as he smiled.

"Would you prefer I talk or use my mouth on you?" Seriously, he was amused by how Sam just was still talking so much. 'That's good' or 'more please' would really suffice.

Sam seems to realize this point after Iskandar asks, and the mage only smiles and chuckles, albeit sheepishly. "Ah... I guess that counts as a bad habit." Sorry Iskandar, he was rather conditioned to playful, teasing bickering and having it last for a while. Cyril probably being the main culprit of it, but that was a long and complicated story.

"Maybe you should make it that I can't talk?" He's sure you're creative and will think of something.

Well why not start with the obvious? Iskandar laughed softly then captured those lips with his own. They couldn't readily find words if they were too busy partaking in these activities, that was for certain. Besides, he happened to know for a fact that they both greatly enjoyed doing this part together. And why not when it was very enjoyable? The warmth of lips and bodies pressed so closely together to share in something so beautiful innocent yet innocent was wondrous.

It certainly was an effective and enjoyable way to shut someone up, especially Sam who always responded well to this particular show of affection. Perhaps it had been because of being locked away in a tower for so long, but just the simple action of kissing or being close meant a lot for him.

For a time Sam is caught up in the moment, just kissing Iskandar back, that when a patch of snow falls from the branches above onto them he cannot help but jump slightly, pulling back from the kiss. As soon as it occurs to him what had happened he snorts before breaking into a fit of laughter.

Iskandar had the most comical look on his face as he blinked in surprise before looking up at the snow. He'd really quite forgotten all about it since he really didn't notice temperature differences all that often. Such was the life of being a Servant honestly but he supposed some of it might also come from his sheer bulk as well.

Still, that had been quite startling!

"It fell on us."

Iskandar's reaction to the interruption only has the mage laughing harder. The look of confusion and the innocence of the statement was both adorable and amusing to him. Once he starts to get his laughter under control - to the point of just shaking shoulders - Sam reaches up and helps bat the snow off, though most of it felt like it had melted already.

"That tends to happen when you stand under snow covered trees."

"The snow falls off the trees so rudely?"

This was clearly not a man with much experience with snow. True he knew it was cold and was there for colder regions but it wasn't like he knew much about it beyond that. He'd never lived in a place with snow before this place. It was taking some getting used to!

He's heard snow be called a lot of things, except 'rude'. At that Sam's laughter starts up again, but not as loud - it's because you're adorable, Iskandar.

"Well did you consider it thought you were being rude?" Because clearly the snow thought them making out was rude and decided to show them what not. Without waiting for an answer he ducks under Iskandar's arm to get out of his current position so that he could freely look for a pile of snow. "I'm guessing there wasn't a lot of snow in Macedonia?" You know, that whole pants thing.

Of course he let him down when Sam went to wiggle free. It gave him a chance to shake the rest off his head without splattering it onto Sam's face. Looking up, he pondered the tree with the snowy branches, wondering what would make the snow fall like that.

"Macedonia and the other places I conquered were warm climates. A number of the places were even in deserts."

Which...explained a lot.

"Give me snow over a desert any day," he says over his shoulder, leaning over to scoop up a handful. That did explain a lot though, especially the whole thing about this Macedonia place having outfits that didn't have pants; why would you if it was too hot?

Once Sam feels he has enough snow he turns back around, a small grin spreading over his face at seeing Iskandar looking up. With him distracted like that Sam takes the chance to throw the snowball at him. He's not aiming really, just in the man's general direction.

The ball of snow hit him square in the chest. He blinked in surprise then looked down before he burst out laughing at him.

"Did you throw this snow at me?"

"What? No, never. It was obviously the tree. Don't you know it's rude to stare?"

Obviously they both knew it was him, but hey, Iskandar asked.

"Ha! I see how it is!"

Reaching down, he went to grab some snow of his own. It wasn't long before he was throwing it right back. In a pile because he hadn't realized a ball would make it throw better.

Seeing Iskandar reaching down Sam already starts to run, knowing what was coming. He doesn't get far by the time Iskandar throws it, but because it was just a pile it falls apart easily and barely a flake touches him.

Sam snorts at that, keeping his distance, but clearly not running off, perhaps playfully nervous to be attacked while he stays to 'help'. "Not going to hit someone very well if you throw it like that."

Well that didn't work. He looked down at the snow then recalled how it had fallen on him. In a clump. Grinning, he reached down and gathered the snow again but smashed it together. The ball it made was impressive when he threw it at Sam.

"Should you teach a warrior how to throw snow properly though?"

Seeing Iskandar grin was enough for Sam to figure out that he should move. At least it was enough that the large ball just clips him, rather then hitting him square on.

"Probably not, but I'm sure you would've figured it out anyways." Still moving, Sam grabs more snow on the go and packs it before tossing it at Iskandar again. It gets far enough to reach, but ends up hitting the tree instead.

He didn't even try to dodge that one, already aware it wasn't going to hit him just from the angle of it. This gave him time to gather more snow in his hand. And more snow in the other as well. Then he was off running after Sam with laughter on his lips.

"Come here! I have gifts for you!"

Well crap; those were pretty big snowballs and Iskandar was running at him. He's sure he made a noise, but honestly Sam is more concentrated on turning tail and running from his large lover.

"That's okay! You can keep those!"

"But it is better to..." And he threw one in the direction of Sam's back. "...share them!"

And he was laughing again as he continued to chase after him. Snow was proving to be a surprising amount of fun actually!

If Iskandar was aiming for his back then he missed his target, but the snowball still catches him in the legs, with enough force to trip Sam up and send him falling into the snow. "Geh-"

Well that didn't work out quite as he planned but this was a man who was more than willing to just work with what came up. In this case, aiming the snow at his fallen opponent so it splattered on his head. Of course he laughed after, even moving forward to help him up. "Close! Care to try again?"

Sam makes a noise when more snow is dropped on top of him, and louder yet when some of it gets in his shirt. "Hitting a man while he's down. Low blow." Even so he takes the offered hand to get up, squirming slightly when the snow makes its way further down his shirt. "That's quite alright. I might get buried if I keep trying."

Reaching out, he brushed snow off the mage's head before pulling him in for a warm kiss. After, he took the cloak off his shoulders and placed it around Sam's shoulders to help warm him up after seeing some of that snow slip into his clothes. It was taking time but he was remembering he was really one of the few essentially immune to the cold of this place. "I would not bury you. That would mean hiding your beauty from the world."

Not aware that the cold doesn't bother Iskandar, Sam at first fights him slightly receiving the cloak, but when he actually feels how warm it is - both from the material and still holding some of Iskandar's heat - he eventually gives in and lets himself be wrapped up. He's still going to pout a bit though, even if it is hard to do with a smile threatening to appear at the man's words and actions.

"Well I'm glad you don't plan on burying me in snow, but I think I'm being effectively hidden with this cloak." He wasn't a small guy, but even for him it was rather large, easily pulling it around himself.

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