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[Open] Drinks with a King

WHO: Iskandar and whoever joins him
WHAT: Iskandar has been matching Thedas months to Earth months and is guessing this is around a certain time of year. So he's hear to hold a memorial of sorts.
WHEN: Beginning of Justinian
WHERE: The docks
NOTES: Talk of death and dying. Note this is not a suicide content warning.

This wasn't the Okeanos of his dreams but he felt it would satisfy the time. That was to say he'd been figuring out how the months of this world might line up with those of his own world and had come up with the fact that his might be around Earth's June. The very same month historians had figured out he'd died at the age of thirty-two. Much had happened since that time but he felt that this was a day to honor something. Not him, of course, he had plenty of that already. No today was for those who had died living under his rule.

So he sat at the edge of the docks with a number of wine bottles around him. A couple were empty already to mark how much time had passed since he'd come out here. Around his neck was a small cat who had decided this was his favorite location to sleep even when Iskandar wasn't wearing his cloak. It was just nice to have a solid place to snooze apparently. Also there was a mabari pup next to him, sitting there as if trying to mimic the man in being calm. Not well though considering he kept wiggling about.

Iskandar chuckled and looked over his shoulder, having become aware that he wasn't alone. "Hello there. Would you care to join me? I am honoring the dead with a little memorial of sorts. You are welcome to think of your own lost ones if you like."

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Cyril chuckles a bot. "I bet you are," he says softly. "And I do have feelings for you. Most of them aren't fit to be overheard by the public, I'm sure."

"Well that is where we will have to disagree. Then again, I cannot say I have anything resembling shame." He grinned at him and actually went to get him on his lap now. Cyril was nice and cuddle sized so why not?

"You have a gift with words though. Creating a wonderful maze that draws men into it because they are too curious not to."

Cyril doesn't mind being put onto Iskandar's lap at all. Instead, he rolls his hips a bit to be obscene but not obvious about it. "Are you sure it's my words that draw men in?"

"Among other things." He gave him a playful smack to his hip then kissed the tip of one of those fascinating ears. "Though now I wonder if you are distracting me."

As soon as the lips touch one of his ears he almost sort of melts against Iskandar's chest. "Says the one kissing my ears... "

"I cannot help it. Their shape fascinates me." Another kiss and he chuckled softly. Well if this was to be a distraction then he could truly say he liked it. "So you are distracting me then?"

"Hm, more that I think I'm distracting myself," Cyril replied after a long moment. He needed to let himself enjoy the touch on his ears.

Well now Cyril had him curious. He leaned his head forward some so he could look down at him. "From what? Does something trouble you?"

Cyril turned his head to make it easier for them to look at each other. "Right now? Nothing at all."

He chuckled softly and tilted his head down so he could deliver a soft kiss to those lips. "You know, I am glad you decided to spend time with me. You warm my heart when you are near."

Cyril hums softly with pleasure at the kiss. "You have the same effect on me." A pause. "You feel safe."

That honesty isn't one he's usually comfortable showing, but after Iskandar had given a bit of his truth it seemed fair.

"I would hope so. I care deeply about you, Cyril. For that reason I have a strong desire to see you smile and to protect it when we are together." He gently ran his fingers through the pale hair which pushed it off his forehead long enough for him to press a kiss there.

"You are one of my treasures now."

"Treasure, hm?" Cyril asked, pleased at the idea of being valued in such a way. Zevran used to call him something similar. "I hope I'm at least a pretty one."

"Pretty? Have you not seen yourself of late? You are beautiful, Cyril. In many ways really." He laughed lightly. Pretty, hm? "It is no wonder I should fall for you because of that. Always have I been attracted to one so wonderful in so many ways."

Cyril smiles at that, the expression more sincere than before. He was fishing for a compliment with that line and Iskandar had delivered in more ways than expected. "You do know how to sweep a guy off his feet."

"I would jest to say that I learned long ago how to get a man into my bed but in truth that is just how I feel about you. The words will always mean more when they come from a place of honesty." Then again since he was a man of honesty to begin with one could be sure that was where they would always come from.

"That's something I don't doubt. You've always been straight forward with your emotions, at least you come off that way..."

"Come off that way? Do you think I keep something to myself?" It wasn't the first time someone had suggested that. Apparently it was just very surprising that someone wouldn't want to keep anything hidden away and would be open about...everything.

"Again, I point out the lack of knowledge that you were dead..." Again, he's teasing more than angry.

"Well I wasn't hiding that. It simply hadn't come up." He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "You can ask me anything at all and I will answer truthfully though. Anything."

Cyril is thoughtful about that, taking the offer seriously. "Do you remember anything after death?"

"I assume you mean before I was summoned." He shook his head though. "No. It is possible that those memories are being kept from me for the time being by the Grail though. To await me until I return to my rest."

"What do you know that you'll find when that happens?" Cyril asks carefully. He isn't sure this is something that Iskandar will actually want to talk about, no matter how open he was.

"I will find hundreds of smiling faces to await me in the afterlife. And there we will spend the rest of eternity in conquest together. I even think that I shall be united with my son for the first in my memories. Even if that is not what I shall find in that space then I do not mind for I have left such a mark on the world that I will never be forgotten."

"Your son?" Cyril asked. "What was his name?"

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