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WHO: Cyril & Merrick + OPEN (Starters so far for Taas and Sam. If you want one let me know!)
WHAT: Cyril and Merrick have been searching for Metaari. After finding his bow with bandits, Cyril is finally able to convince Merrick to return. They arrive at Kirkwall fifteen minutes late with Starbucks. (not really, they just have one extra giant ass bow and crushed hopes)
WHEN: Shortly after everyone else arrived at Kirkwall
WHERE: You know, around.
NOTES: So "I'll just go on hiatus for a couple weeks to play Andromeda," I said. "I'm sure after I beat it once I'll be able to return to RP." Hahaha. Then I looked around and four weeks had passed and I hadn't done a single thing in RP, or cleaned my house, or gone to the store for food... ANYWAY so here's my return and I have a good excuse because Cyril would try help his brother find his missing lover. You can thread with either Merrick or Cyril here. Just tell us in your subject line who you are talking to.

Cyril had been keeping in touch with others in the Inquisition over the sending crystals, which turned out to be lucky because it meant that when they finally could return they didn't accidentally trek all the way back to Skyhold only to have to turn around and head north again.

They hadn't found any sign of Metaari, except for the bow that was unmistakable. That, they had recovered from bandits - bandits who claimed to have just "come across" it and who were all very, very dead now.

Cyril feels exhausted and thread bare from worry. Merrick isn't going to be okay with the fact that they still don't know for sure what happened and the giant bow Merrick's carrying around feels much more like a way to pry at the wound rather than closure.

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"Sounds like baby-proofing a tree." Or would it be Sam-proofing? He wasn't as clumsy as he used to be, but that's all he can imagine right now, alright? Also, just falling out of a tree was one thing. Falling out of a tree in the middle of sex? Oof.

Cyril chuckles a bit. "Sadly, if we want to do that we'll have to find a woman somewhere who doesn't mind sharing." A pause. "Or adopt."

For a moment Sam doesn't follow what Cyril means by that, looking down curiously with a raised brow. Why did they need a woman to baby-proof a tree for se-

Oh.

The adoption comment makes it a bit more clear. "I wasn't suggesting anything like that... but it seems like your mind has been on that." He's teasing, but honestly curious to Cyril's thoughts on that.

Cyril nudges Sam a little playfully, showing he doesn't mean anything too serious about it. "Eventually, one day. The Dalish objective is to reproduce and strengthen the bloodline. That's why I even considered marriage at all."

He paused then, for a moment. "Though I am not certain that I am Dalish, not really."

Sam hums lightly at that, his mind wandering just a little now that Cyril brought it up. For the longest time, while in the Circle, he had longed for a family, one of his own perhaps, mostly fueled by words his father and aunt had said. Now that he was out his thoughts on the matter were different; he didn't need a family of the traditional sense.

"Hm?" he says absently, blinking as he refocused back to Cyril. "Why do you say that?" Not Dalish?

"I'm... outclan now." It's the first time he's really said it a loud. "I'm not really sure what that means for me."

"I'm sorry...?" He definitely sounds empathetic, knowing all too well how it feels to be outcast in some way, but also not sure if it was completely a bad thing. It was clear that certain aspects of being Dalish didn't agree with Cyril, but at the same time he knew that it was still a very big part of his lover's life.

"So you're 'not Dalish' just like that?"

"I'm... something else, I suppose." He shrugs. "I'm not sure it changes anything, but it's important to realize the reasons why it's easier for me to be this rather than be with a clan."

"Well it doesn't change how I feel about you." He's sure that, that won't make up for everything that Cyril was losing, but it was still important. "... Is it easier this way?" He understood that there were things Cyril didn't agree to, but even so this was a big change.

That is incredibly reassuring, so Cyril offers Sam a grateful smile.

"Some things are easier. Others are... less so."

Smiling back, Sam grabs for Cyril's hand.

"Can I ask what things are easier now?"

Cyril held onto Sam's hand and squeezed lightly. "For one, knowing that I made the right choice to be with you. That is very easy."

"Now I know you're just trying to butter me up." And it certainly was working. "Took a long time before we got here though, huh?"

Cyril does sort of chuckle softly at that. "Point... I suppose I would rephrase it that admitting that I, uh, loved you, that part was terrible." Because the word 'love' is still difficult for him to say, even if he knows for sure he feels it. It still feels strange escaping him.

"The choice to stay with that, to be with you now, even in the face of knowing it means I can't see my Clan again and be considered a full member of it - That part is easy."