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WHO: Jim Kirk & You
WHAT: Kirk's hanging out around Kirkwall. Join him?
WHEN: Through the month
WHERE: Various spots around Kirkwall
NOTES: Flirtatiousness, sauciness, possible cursing, shenanigans -
the usual Kirk stuff

Library
_{[ Teaching was a more laborious task than he had thought it might be, even to a minor wealthy home. He had been good enough at it at the Academy, for sure, but there had been structured there and quite a few more eyes on him - the gap of numbers. At least he had that when he taught the poorer children, which he rather liked more than his solitary gig.

No matter the case, it meant he was spending quite a bit of time in the library, pulling down children's books to copy their pages to help with reading, or even just looking up ways for him to explain scientific concepts he was trying to pass on.

The copying took up most of his time though, so it was most likely to find him hunched over a stack of children's books, laboriously copying down their contents to new sheets, fingers already stained with ink, with a stack of much thicker books set to the side. Quite an odd sight, no? ]}

Training Grounds
_{[ To say he had some built up tension and frustrations lately would have been an understatement. Emotionally, he was in turmoil, and he had always worked that sort of thing out one way - physical activity. It had been his safe haven since the incident nearly four years ago. Or was it five? God he was losing track of time.

He grunted sharply as he fought against the dummy, striking blows with arms and legs in his self-defense style. His staff lay to the side, ready for a different workout when this was done. Already he was stripped to the waist and sweating, his skin tingling as he felt the bruises forming on shins and elbows. He whirled, a sharp crack sounding as shin met wood. He dropped back, wincing and rubbing his legs, leaning over and panting hard. ]}

Damn it, don't tell me I'm losing my edge...

Tavern
_{[ Quite often Kirk could be found at one of the lower end taverns, sitting in the back with a mug of something at least left a warmth in his belly if not a good taste in his mouth. He watched the crowd, sometimes listening to the bards that came in. Now and then he might be drawn into a game of tales, his own usually winning because of their sheer outlandishness (even though they were entirely true, but who is actually going to believe that someone can truly sail among the stars?).

His main point of fun seems to be teaching the people in the bar the fine art of poker. He held court at a singular table, grinning at the men and women around him with cards in hand and a pile of coin on the table. ]}

All right boys, time to show your hands.

Sleepless Nights
_{[ Meditation. He needed meditation and to clear his mind. Spock would have told him so - hell, Spock wouldn't have let him get this bad, able to read his moods and it seemed even his thoughts better than Kirk himself. Which had always been infuriating, given Spock's nature, but he supposed someone so logical could more easily assess the illogical too.

His way to meditate, though, had never involved sitting down and crossing one's legs to achieve peace. He had always found it in physical activity - in this case, running. It soothed him, let his mind float. So in the wee hours he slipped out of his home and began to run along the outskirts of town.

Which was totally not suspicious at all, right? ]}

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"Don't worry yourself over that," he said, a lilt to his voice and patting Sam's arm. He would tell you the stories later, when they were not supposedly about to be around polite company. Which he hoped did not make this day tiresome. Thedas' upper crust politics gave him a headache at the best of times.

"Maybe something from the scales? Depends on how many you have, but it could be interesting," he mused as the streets grew cleaner beneath their feet and more color seemed to melt into their surroundings. "Oh, we should find a rug, to be in front of the fire place. Maybe a few chairs as well. And a little table."

Look, if he was going to live in a medieval home in a medieval town he would have at least one little picturesque scene from the stories in there. That, and he liked the idea of reading with Sam by firelight and enjoying cocoa or tea together.

Stars, he really was becoming domesticated wasn't he?

That only earns Kirk a longer stare and a brow arching just a tad higher. Something Jim wouldn't tell him right now, and sounding amused - perhaps even proud - about it only brought more questions to mind. Course knowing his boyfriend he wouldn't spill until later.

Sam of course didn't know about these 'picturesque scenes', but by the thoughtful look and small nod, he agreed to the idea. "We could get more then one rug, we have the space. Get one for each of the rooms. Also a table to dine at, as well as this little table you're talking about?"

There's another pause as Sam's eyes seem to catch something as they walk. "We should probably get some things for the kitchen as well, now that we have one. Including food."

No, not until later. He couldn't just give away all his secrets so early, now could he? And they would need dinner conversation - hopefully with a real table and chairs, given their current quest. And yes, it was a quest. Shopping for anything felt like a quest in Thedas, he had found.

"Do you think that's rug overkill?" he mused as they walked, hardly able to believe he was having this actual conversation. Over a year away from the Enterprise and in a strange land was certainly changing him on some fundamental levels, wasn't it?

"What do you want to see in the house?" he pressed. "I can't be the one making all the decisions."

Overkill? Sam tilts his head slightly, brows furrowed as he looks to Jim, running his words over in his head. Oh- His eyes widen in realization before giving a sigh. "Bedrooms. I meant to say bedrooms to get the rugs for, besides the fireplace. Yes, a rug in each room of the house would be overkill."

A moment later he gives Jim's arm a light shove, rolling his eyes amusingly. "You aren't. I believe I mentioned bookshelves, needing stuff for the kitchen, and the dining table first." But that was a good question, what did he want in the house. "I honestly don't know, Jim. My family had a small house with only essentials when I was growing up. In the Circle... the only possessions I owned were my clothes, and could call a certain bed mine because it was where I slept. Even in Skyhold I didn't have much. I could call the loft my own, but as you saw the space didn't allow for much."

He wasn't even going to mention the room they had in the Gallows. It had just as much stuff as they had in Skyhold. "I suppose I'll know what I want when I see it?"

"Oh, well the bedrooms of course. Waking up and putting your feet down on a cold floor is the worst," he agreed, chuckling as he side-stepped from the shove. He returned to his place beside Sam, comfortable in the closeness as they wandered through the clean streets and looked at the shop windows promising fine wares.

"That's fair enough." He was no expert himself on interior decorating. His apartment had a certain style, sure, but it come partially decorated already, and his cabin aboard his ship was to small to do much with. He had never been one for things anyways, so buying purely for decoration had never been a skill he'd acquired.

"What do you think about trying to keep a few plants in the house?" he said when his eye was caught by the bright burst of color from such a shop.

"The worst," he agrees. "Don't need to give you reason to put them back in the bed onto me." He's teasing. Kirk mostly suffered through the cold stone - obviously spoiled from the warm boards back in their loft over the armory - but there were a few nights Sam found himself as a makeshift heater for cold feet.

"So long as Nikita and Leonard don't try to destroy them... I think having some plants would be good. Put some color in the place, or at least have some in hand in case we need something for ointments or potions. We should probably get some things for the cats to climb on and count as their own cubbyhole or something."

Kirk took the teasing with good form, laughing mostly because it was true. He did have a habit of putting his feet out and then suddenly tugging them back in to cuddle against Sam's heat. But that was one of the bonuses of having a mage lover who could warm his hands and body, wasn't it?

"Oh, like a cat tree," Kirk nodded, his eyes scanning the different shops as they walked to see if he could spot what they were looking for. "It would probably help to keep them out of the way. Maybe we could put up a series of shelves for them to climb and recline on." He hummed in the way that said he was building something in his head, coming out of it quickly enough.

"Let's just focus on what we can find for today, though the shelves should be easy enough if we can just find some planks of wood and you can craft some anchors."

He's not sure if he wants an actual tree in the house, but they could get to that when the time came. The cats had enough room for the moment that getting stuff to climb on wasn't a huge priority at the moment.

"How about we start over there?" he asks, pointing over to a shop off to their right, which had a couple dressers, a tea set upon a table, and a rocking horse displayed in the window. Above the window was a sign that read 'Gram's Shoppe'. "Looks like a good place to start as any."

Kirk followed Sam's finger and nodded when he saw the shop. It would probably have some things they needed, and hopefully not be to expensive. He meandered over with his lover, opening the door to let Sam walk in ahead of him before following behind. He breathed in, smiling faintly at the warmth of the wood. He had always liked that particular smell, the earthiness of it.

"I think I see some chairs and tables," Kirk nodded over to the side. They would need something sturdy for the chairs to accommodate Iskandar's weight when he came over, or they could adopt a more Eastern style of sitting on the floor. Which would require rugs, otherwise it would be murder on their backs and rears.

"See anything you like?" Kirk asked. He much preferred smooth lines and curves when it came to furniture, but he knew that was probably asking for to much here, so he would settle for simplicity and minimalism. It drew him to a particular table that lacked very much ornamentation, but looked strong and sturdy in a light wood.

While Kirk narrowed in on the chairs and table, Sam went about a more broad approach to the shop; starting at one wall and making his way down, taking each object into consideration. "Not yet," he calls over his shoulder, examining a small box with a hinged lid.

There is one point that Sam seems to do a double take, passing by an item and then taking a step back so that it was in front of him. It was a wooden chest, slightly altered into an ottoman. It had a certain rustic elegance to it, the wood and metal work catching his eye.

"What about this?"

Kirk perked up when Sam called, pulling away from his own inspection of the tables to join him. His eyes lit up when he saw Sam's find, intrigued with the design and ingenuity of the piece. That it had an aesthetic appeal and could provide function was a definite plus for Kirk.

"I like it," he nodded, looking to Sam and letting out a little laugh. "So, this is going to be our first furniture purchase together?"

"First?" Sam raises a brow at Kirk at that, placing his hands on his hips. "You mean besides the bed? ... beds?" They had immediately bought one when they moved to the Gallows, and then another for the guest room that Cyril was currently staying.

"I suppose it's the first piece that you don't technically sit or lay on," he adds with his own chuckle.

"Well, all right, the first non-necessary, purely aesthetic furniture piece we've bought together," he corrected with a soft laugh, rolling his eyes indulgently at his lover. It felt like a big step for some reason. Like this was somehow truly cementing that they were more than just bedmates. Not that he had thought that for awhile, but even so - it felt like the areas around them were beginning to align to the internal reality.

"Let's put it down on our list," he nodded. He wanted to keep a mental tally and keep inside their budget, but that piece he could see them definitely having. "One down and... a lot to go."

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