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We Were Born To Make History

WHO: Adasse Agassi, Teren The Scary Mom Warden, and You.
WHAT: Entering Stage Darktown, A Thief
WHEN: Last week of Kingsway
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: The fight between Teren and Adasse has already been scripted, but feel free to have your character have 'been there'. There will be an open under that.

Teren and the No Good Very Bad Assassin - (The Letter Thief) - Closed

Getting on the wrong side of one of Kirkwall's many gangs was not something that Adasse had a habit of getting into - but he'd been distracted with the disappearance of Haelan and the worry that his best friend had finally hit the wrong side of a fellow but way older pocket by the name of Prickles. To that end, his head wasn't in the game when he took the job for the Dockside Harlots (seriously, what was up with these names? They just kept getting worse every year) - and so he dropped the parcel when on the run from the Kirkwall guard.

The Harlots were not exactly the forgiving types, and Adasse had to promise to take on a high-risk job. The Harlots wanted in on some Inquisition shipments that were going across the water to the Gallows, and so they needed to know the schedule for the next big shipment. Adasse was tasked to grabbing correspondence from an important Inquisition 'nob', because no-one really knew how the Inquisition managed to talk to one another over such long distances unless they had the fastest crows in the business.

So there he was, having snuck over with the rest of a smaller crew bringing over supplies, picking up a bale of something as he scanned the Gallows courtyard. He spotted an older woman, stern face and grey in her hair, holding onto a tight bundle with some sort of important seal on it, and he shifted his direction to run directly into her, and snag a few of the letters, muttering apologies all the way, "So sorry, serrah, so sorry, please pardon me..."

Typical down-trodden city elf, pay him no mind while he slips away with the letters in his shirt.

Or, at least, that was how it was supposed to go.

The Letter Thief - Scouting For Trouble (get it?) - Open

Well, here he was.

Adasse dropped his sack down on the stone of the Gallows, looking around the area with his mouth pressing in a fine line. Here he was. Inquisition promised, scout for ... whatever this thing was. Political movement? Army? Religious Cult? Did they even know?

He sighed, and that caused a chittering inside of his shirt, where an oddly shaped lump rested. He grinned, peering inside of his shirt itself to the chocolate nug nestled inside. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Could be worse. We could be having the Harlots remove all our favorite bits. Still ..."

Another sigh. "Wish we knew what we were getting into. C'mon, let's go find a corner to crash in, some trouble to find." Picking up his sack again, he started moving across the Gallows. Old habits die hard though, and he was already practicing bumping into people with a cheeky smile and a "So Sorry."

Nothing was grabbed. Yet. But it wouldn't do to lose the edge, now would it?

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"You are a marvelous host." Adasse stated, dropping off his bag and going to follow Cyril to the kitchen, taking Coco off his shoulder and putting him in his arms so he can pet him. His eyes light up at the cats, and he murmured to Coco, "See look, new friends."

He put Coco down, so the cats could sniff Coco, and likewise, while he put his palm out flat for the cats to sniff."

Cyril kept an eye on the animals, and on Adasse, but he sought out the mushroom to give to Coco. He probably should have considered bringing a near stranger into the home of his lover but Sam understood a lot about the type of man that Cyril was. That was one of the reasons their relationship worked so well.

"Ah-ha, here's one," he offered the mushroom to Adasse. "This should help Coco feel at home while I steal your attention, hm?"

Cyril, and Sam for that matter, would have very little to fear. By the time Cyril turned around with the mushroom, Adasse was seated on the floor and waggling a piece of string for all three animals to follow. He perked at the mushroom, then went to crumble it up, taking out a small bowl from his satchel to put it aside for Coco.

"There you are, m'lad. Eat up, play with your friends. Da'll be right around the corner for you." He rose to his full height, brushing himself off, "Going to steal a thief's attention -- my, that sounds dangerous. However will you distract me?

Cyril couldn't help but find that scene extremely endearing. Adasse playing with the cats and talking to Coco so sweetly just made him even more adorable. And it made Cyril want to pin Adasse to the wall, strip him of his clothes, and kiss along his collarbone and neck.

Luckily, he wouldn't have to wait to do that for long. "Interesting that you admit to being a thief while being surrounded by my and my loved one's belongings," he teased a bit but didn't seem too worried. "And that I want to taste you badly enough to take you to my room, where even more of my valuables are stored."

Rather than second guess how smart that was, he instead gestured for Adasse to follow him. He guided the way to his room, which had started out as the guest room of this house. In the time he had lived here with Sam and Kirk he had managed to make the room his own. There was a work desk that had bits of pieces of all kinds of devices he was building or fixing along the top of it, selves lined with beauty products and oils, dark green pillows on the bed, books shoved on any surface that would hold them, a few painted trees on the walls. Despite the variety of items everything seemed organized and tended to, all within places that had been assigned to them.

"Ah ... but." He held up one finger, the corner of his mouth lifting up, brown eyes merry with laughter. "Beleth was very clear in our contract -- I'm only allowed to steal for the good of the Inquisition -- and stealing from members OF the Inquisition sort of seems like that would be a ... bad idea."

He tips his head to the side, "Also I very badly want to be tasted so - y'know. Incentive for good behaviour."

He followed after Cyril, rather like a bee after honey, and his attention was only distracted from Cyril's mouth and the slope of his shoulders and the dip of his waist to a very nice - oh wow. This room was amazing. Interest sparked as he wandered into the room, his smile looking slightly amazed.

"Never had a place like this before ... it's so fancy." He murmured, fingers tracing along the tree on the wall, then along the spine of the books where he looked at the titles with interest. "Well, it's settled, I'm now utterly beguiled by you. Smart, talented and beautiful."

Cyril chuckled a bit. "You say fancy, I say cluttered," he replied, amused by how impressed Adasse was with his room.

He let Adasse look around for a moment longer before he came closer and reached out. He put arm around Adasse and pressed up against him.

"I was promised a taste," he pointed out.

"Hey, it can only be cluttered if you have fancy things to clutter it with." Adasse pointed out easily, reading more of the spines of the books. Then there's an arm around him and a very very lovely Cyril asking for a taste, so he tips his chin down to catch that very very lovely mouth and kiss it quite as thoroughly as he went through the book titles.

After all, a taste should give you an idea of the body of the wine, all that.

Cyril hummed into the kiss and took his time relishing it before he pulled away and considered Adasse's face.

"Did you have any preferences about how this goes?" he asks, his voice low. There are many things that Adasse could want from him now, so he wants to double check for ideas and consent.

Adasse was going to be perfectly happy just plundering Cyril's mouth for a few minutes, but he stopped himself so he could truly consider the question. "... Well as long as I don't end up chained up and whipped? I am fairly open to most things."

He paused, then smirked, "Oh, and let's avoid pissing on one another? Never been into that one, although I hear they charge you 50 gold for that at the Blooming Rose."

Cyril chuckled softly and kissed Adasse once more just because he could. "If anyone here was being tied up, I'd hope it would be me. But that's honestly more of a third or fourth time sort of thing. After trust is built."

He moved his hands over Adasse's hips. "The question then is how far do you want to go? Is one of us going to fuck the other, or are was going to limit ourselves to mouths and hands? Or some other equally enjoyable friction?"

"Well if you're into that sort of thing ... I'll oblige you when you trust me." He cupped the other man's face to kiss him once more himself, before he hummed softly.

"I have always been a play-it-by-ear sort of fellow - and I frankly would have no problem going all the way with you - so why don't we start and see what develops?"

"As long as we both know we have equal control of the situation," Cyril commented. Now that consent was established though, he really wanted to give into the desire to pin Adasse against something and taste his neck.

He settled his hands on Adasse's arms and guides him carefully against a clear spot on the wall. There were kisses first, lips pressed against lips. Cyril let the heat he was feeling come through on the way that he partook in the connect between their mouths. Once they were both breathless, he titled his head so he could kiss along Adasse's jaw and neck. He settled there for a while, nipping and sucking at the long form of Adasse's neck.

"We absolutely do." Because Adasse was very, very much into giving consent before he did anything. So he was very, very glad that Cyril was into that as much as he was. His dark eyes sparked, deep heat as Cyril guided back against the wall.

Then his mouth was locked against Cyril's, and he could feel the warmth of Cyril's lips rising his own temperature, felt his body warm and melt. So when Cyril's lips moved along his jaw, then down his neck, he let out a noise that had to be a gasp, as he tipped his head up to give Cyril more access, trying to free one of his hands so he could put it in those silver-blonde locks of Cyril's.

Cyril let Adasse's hands touch him, because it was very nice to have a man's hands in his hair. He explored Adasse's neck until he felt the need to see and taste even more. Then his own hands started to work to unfasten or remove the clothes that Adasse was wearing over his chest.

Adasse slid his hands through Cyril's hair, and down to his shoulders. As Cyril's hands started to remove his clothes, he worked on Cyril's shirt, shifting his mouth to kiss his way up Cyril's jaw. Lips going over his ear, to bit down gently.

A noise of pleasure escaped Cyril's throat as Adasse teased at his ear. He even had to pause for a moment as he recovered from that nip.

"You keep doing that and we might have to skip a few steps right to tossing you into my bed."

Adasse smiled against the other man's skin, before he leaned back to nip at the other man's jaw, then over to his mouth once more. He kissed him again, murmuring quietly, "As much as I would love to see that happen ... I want the full treatment, thank you."

Oh excellent, no shirt meant his mouth could move down Cyril's throat to his shoulder.

Cyril's head tilts a bit to give Adasse more space. "I'm in no mood to rush either. Perhaps some other time..."

"Yes, some other time I look forward to you throwing me down on the bed and having your way with me." He murmured, as he leaned back enough to get his shirt free and tossed aside, before he kissed his way down Cyril's throat, starting to bend as he traced his mouth down his chest a little further.

Under his own shirt, Cyril wears a necklace that goes down to the middle of his chest. It has a small piece of dragon tooth and an old silver ring. When Adasse starts to kiss at his neck, Cyril hums softly and then moves to slide that off of his head. He doesn't want it to get in the way. When he sets it aside he does so gently, carefully.

"I think having my way with you sounds like something I could do over and over."

Adasse pauses, his fingers touching the necklace and the ring. He pulls his hand back, lets his mouth pause, so Cyril can put it aside. Carefully and gently.

Aaaaah...

"Well good thing you've got that option then, eh?" Adasse gave him a soft smile, before he kissed Cyril's mouth again hungrily. He knew he couldn't make Cyril forget that ring and that tooth - and whomever those belonged to - but he could at least warm him up and make him laugh.

Cyril didn't want to forget, but he with the necklace off he could focus entirely on here and now. The now with Adasse in it seemed like a lot of fun.

"So we'll see if we have repeat performances. For now, I want you against the wall, and me on my knees in front of you."

Adasse bit his lip for a moment, before his dark eyes flashed with more than just a little heat as he muttered nice and low. "Well - here's me and the wall. What's your next move?"

Cyril chuckles and kisses Adasse once more before he lowers to his knees. He's careful to make sure Adasse can comfortably brace himself against the wall before he starts begins to tease Adasse by exploring and kissing along his stomach.

Adasse huffed out, before he leaned back into the wall. Putting his hands into that perfect silver hair. Arching his hips a little bit, before he let out a low laugh of pleasure.

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