Post-Battle Blues

[quietblade]

WHO: Taas + Open
WHAT: Taas deals with Stuff™ and Things©
WHEN: Backdated to after the dragon fight.
WHERE: Outside the Gallows, the docks, etc.
NOTES: Very mild gore vaguely described.

He was lopsided. That was what bothered him the most, really. It made his neck ache after a while and Taas knew he should make a decision wether he should cut the other horn as well or find a cap to balance it out. He wasn't sure why he was stalling, really. The other wounds were fine and had been looked over and healed, bruises and cuts a memory and his split ear neatly trimmed so it didn't wiggle like a badly cut piece of meat when he walked.

All in all, it didn't bother him. So why was he so hesitant about it?

The warrior sighs, rubbing his sore neck a bit as he heads for the training grounds haphazardly put up outside the Gallows, mace at his shoulder and a thoughtful look on his face. He should be resting, he knows. They just got back. He shouldn't be pushing himself in case something tore open or his horn core started bleeding again. Taas usually listened. He was a good soldier.

...right now he was just too damn antsy to rest.

(Maybe, just maybe it had something to do with the dragon's tooth in his pack.)

Comments

[quietblade]

"I'm happily stuck with you," Taas says softly, putting a big hand on the elf's cheek and cupping it gently. Cyril looks nice like this, affection mirrored in that pale face. "...and I love you too, kadan. Thank you for letting me experience that feeling."

Finally letting go, he's reaching into his pack again. The warrior takes out a bigger tooth piece - although proportionally the same size as Cyril's - and puts that around his own thick neck. It's on a leather cord, twisted with black and red.

With his chest almost always bare, there was no way anyone could miss it.

[samahl]

Cyril has to admit, he loves the way that the tooth looks against Taas. He had worried, for a bit, that the tooth would feel too much like a claim but it doesn't really. Not at all.

It feels more like the silver ring that Sam made him. A connection, a way to remember that someone cared for him and that he cared for them back.

He grins and then reached up to touch Taas's tooth. "I didn't think you could look any more sexy and then you went and added an accessory and a cool broken horn."

[quietblade]

It would never be a claim with Taas. Just like its original use, it simply meant that Cyril would never be alone, and that was exactly what he deserved - a connection, something to rely on even when they were far away.

He chuckles again, leaning his head down a bit so that the elf can touch his horn. It's still a little tender at the base and the part that has snapped is fairly jagged. "What do you think I should do? Put a cap on this or take them both down?

[samahl]

Cyril is very careful in the way that he touches it. He isn't sure how sensitive it is for Taas. He makes a note to learn a bit more about Qunari physiology if the opportunity ever arises.

"Oh. If you cap it we could design something really shiny and pretty couldn't we?"