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[samahl]

WHO: Cyril & Sam. Cyril & Sorrel. Cyril & James. (and if anyone else wants a thread, let me know!
WHAT: Cyril wants to hang out with some people he likes.
WHEN: After Island Adventures
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall
NOTES: None yet!

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For Sam

[samahl]

When Cyril returns from the island he has had a lot of time to consider his emotions and thoughts on things that are happening now. He needs to talk to someone and thankfully he still has Sam around. He finds his lover and moves to wrap an arm around him.

"How do you feel about going to a tavern tonight? I feel like I could use a drink." It was very rare for him to be interested in drinking, but he would need a bit of courage to talk about what he needed to.

[el_tybs]

Sam hums lightly from his spot on the couch when Cyril wraps his arm around his shoulders from behind. Marking his spot in his book, he tilts his head back to regard his lover, smiling lightly as he waits to hear what Cyril has to say - or perhaps see as sometimes Cyril is a man of action.

There are a number of things he expects to happen, but hearing Cyril wanting to go out to drink? Definitely not one of them. His smile drops, instead replaced with a look of confusion with edging concern. Cyril did not drink, so the fact that he wanted to was something to take note of.

"Ah... sure? Everything alright?"

[samahl]

"Hm-mm," Cyril hummed in the affirmative, but it was done in such a coy way that it was difficult to tell if he was serious. Instead of offering anymore information though, he pulled up so they could get ready to leave.

"Where is a good place to have a drink here?"

[el_tybs]

Cyril might have tricked him if he had done that with anything else, but after talking about drinking? Sam wasn't fully convinced, but knew well enough that Cyril wouldn't offer any more until he was more comfortable with his thoughts.

A good place to drink? "We could go to the Blooming Rose," he says without missing a beat as he stands up, putting his book away on the table.

[samahl]

"The pleasure house?" Cyril asks. He hasn't had a chance to check that out fully yet, so of course he seems interested. He waits for Sam to get ready and then moves to hook their arms together.

"You do know just what to say to woo me."

[el_tybs]

"Ye-eeeesss?" he answers/asks uncertainly, not sure if there was another place also called the Blooming Rose, or if Cyril was perhaps surprised that he was suggesting such a place? To be fair he had been rather surprised when others had taken him there coughJamescough as if it was any other tavern.

Course now it was pretty much his regular drinking - or even dining - spot here in Kirkwall; he found it more uplifting then the other spots. Probably didn't hurt that the attention he got there was better too.

Hearing Cyril say he was 'woo'ing him, Sam gives an amused huff. "I aim to please."

[samahl]

"And you always hit your mark too. It's remarkable," Cyril teased. It was amazing how even being near Sam and watching him smile seemed to lift up everything in inside of him.

"So, are drinks all you partake in at The Rose?" he asked. He didn't seem to be judging the idea, just interested. He might also like the mental image of Sam doing such a thing. He'd love to make believe some day and be the one who Sam spends gold to be with.

[el_tybs]

Sam hums lightly at Cyril's flattery, leading them out the door - taking a moment to lock up - and out in the direction that the establishment was in.

"The food is surprisingly decent as well," he responds easily to the next question, his mind clearly not on the same page. It eventually catches up though, a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks when he realizes what Cyril was actually asking him.

"Yes, drinks and food are all I partake in. No, I don't go there for their other activities," he clarifies. He knows Cyril isn't one to judge when it comes to these sorts of things, but that wasn't why he went there. "Well... I did rent a room a couple times with Jim back when we were living in the Gallows. I just couldn't sleep behind those stone walls all the time." Not that they got much sleep though.

"Besides... it's not like I don't get enough of it at home." Between Cyril and Jim there was hardly any reason for him to go seeking it elsewhere.

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles softly. "It's true. We are an insatiable bunch." He pats Sam's arm lightly.

"Have you ever wanted to purchase those types of services? I'd be happy to play with you at that. It'd be a fantasy, of course." He might as well offer that while he was thinking about it.

For Sorrel

[samahl]

Given, well, everything, Cyril assumes that Sorrel is probably more than a little stressed out. He wants to do something to help Sorrel relax, but he's not sure what to offer that would be useful to him. Finally, he realized the only way he would come up with any ideas was to just ask Sorrel up front.

He ended up at Sorrel's room and knocks lightly to see if he's there.

[writteninblood]

Sorrel is, in fact, in hiw room-- or rather, in the suite that is techically Beleth's. When he opens the door, he looks tired, worn down, but for the moment he's in a clean shirt and his hair's been washed. Even on her sickbed, Sina has the ability to convince him to leave and go look after himself, even if no one else can.

"Aneth ara, lethallin," His smile for Cyril is warm and genuine. There you are, it's been too long, "Is everything alright?"

Please say it is. Sorrel doesn't know that he can do much more than he is.

[samahl]

"Yes of course," Cyril replies and offers a smile in return. "I came to check on you." Sorrel had been dealing with so much since he arrived, it was important to make sure he was doing well.

"That and I came to see if I could convince you to take a moment to relax."

[writteninblood]

"Why is everyone so concerned with my health?" Sorrel retorts, bemused by the occasion, "I'm not the one who's sick."

Although, at this rate, that might not be so true, soon enough. But Sorrel either didn't care, or didn't see it that way; but even he can't deny the way it looks.

"C'mon, now. Really."

[samahl]

Cyril doesn't respond verbally. Instead, he crosses some of the distance between them and reaches out to put his hand on Sorrel's arm. His head tilted a bit to the side and he looked up at Sorrel's face.

[writteninblood]

"Don't."

Sorrel says it almost as soon as Cyril steps in, but it's too late. He's doing it. Compassionate touch and the soft, unrelenting concern in his eyes.

"I'm serious, Cyril don't do the face. I'm telling you, I'm fine."

Creators in a bucket beyond the veil, he's doing the face. It's so fucking sincere too, how does he-- this is how he gts people to do his bidding, Sorrel just knows it! So, after a moment he sighs, and rolls his eyes, and gives over.

"Alright, enough! Fine! What do you want me to do anyways?"

[samahl]

"I want you to tell me what I can do to help you have a moment of sanity," Cyril offers. He keeps his hand where it is for now.

"Let me do something for you. Even if it's as simple as giving you a distraction or going for a walk?"

[writteninblood]

"I don't think--" But he stops, frustrated. It won't do any good to snap at Cyril. It isn't his fault. It isn't anyone's fault, this situation, except perhaps Sorrel's for not seeing the signs of sickness worsening in Sina. For not acting sooner.

Sorrel pushes a hand through his hair, and heaves a heavy sigh. He doesn't get to be mad, about this.

"I don't even know what to ask for. I'm just... tired," He's slept, but not well, only the unkind sleep that somehow wakes you more tired than when you began, "What kind of distaction did you have in mind?"

For James

[samahl]

Cyril had been trying to track down some metals but the merchants were beginning to turn him away. He probably could hire someone to shop for him - an offer that had actually be made on the crystals none too recently - but that felt a bit like letting the merchants glares win.

Instead, he remembered that James had offered to help him track down materials. That seemed like as good an excuse as any to spend time with the templar. So he sought out James, planning to suggest they go attempt to find a way to get the materials on their own.

Re: For James

[judgemewhole]

James, for once, had very little to do on his hands. After finishing up his report post the Island, he had been spending most of his time ... well. Brooding. About a great many things, and most of them that had happened on the island.

So when Cyril knocked on the office door to the advisor's offices in Forces, James looked away from the window with something close to relief on his face.

"Cyril! What brings you up to this neck of the proverbial political woods?"

[samahl]

"I thought I would take you up on the offer you made at my stall. Before we left for the island. I'm out of some metals I need to make springs."

[judgemewhole]

“Well ...I could use some manual labor.” He went to grab his sword, and just chainmail. “Where are we off to?”

[samahl]

Cyril smiled at how easily James agreed to come along. "There are some caves outside the city I'm told have a supply? We might encounter something interesting."

[judgemewhole]

James paused for a moment from belting his sword on, a smirk coming over his face. He walked over to Cyril, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked down into his friend's eyes.

"You are blessed, and sent from Andraste herself to distract me with large spiders and danger. Bless you, by your Ancestors and my Lady."

[samahl]

Cyril laughed a bit at that response, a soft, amused chuckle. "Paperwork that boring, hm?"

[judgemewhole]

"Cyril, you have no idea." He sighed, as he gestured for Cyril to walk out first. "Beyond that? I am tired of running about in my own thoughts. I prefer to go about and let my thoughts take a backseat for a while."