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WHO: Gavin and OPEN
WHAT: After returning to the Mire, Gavin goes around delivering any mail that had arrived at Skyhold for people.
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Fallow Mire
NOTES: There's probably going to be some shippy shit with him and Maxwell sorry not sorry

Open.

Gavin has two satchels slung over his shoulder, full of mail, humming as he walked through the camp. For the letters whose recipients he knew by name, he simply went directly to them with a smile and a wave, to hand them their post. It wasn't until they'd all gotten their letters that Gavin started looking through the ones with unfamiliar names.

He frowned - because reading was hard - and had to spend several minutes mouthing out each name, or asking someone else to read it for him, before calling out for the person in question and just sort of hoping they, or someone that knew them, would hear him.

For Maxwell.

"Maxwell! Got something for you," Gavin called as he jogged up to the man, grinning from ear to ear as he pulled out the scroll. The seal had already been broken - by Leliana's spies, of course - but they'd done a pretty good job of putting it back together.

"Letter came for you, at Skyhold."

For Varric.

Of the two satchels, one, in its entirety, was for Varric. So he left the dwarf for last, and went to find him once the rest of the deliveries were finished, before holding the entire bag out to him.

"Here, you ah - you got a lot of mail. They asked me to bring it back for you, from Skyhold."

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He shook his head as he put the rest of the letters back into place, leaning over curiously, as if half expecting for her to open and read the letter to him where he stood.

"No, but I never do. And if I did, it's not like I would be able to read them very well anyway." He did write to Peter, sometimes, but those letters were more elaborate drawings, than anything else.

Korrin isn't bothered by his curiosity, moving aside to let him sit if he wants to take a break. "I thought Peter was teaching you? I can try to help when we're not on assignment, if you want."

She won't push it, though, then opens the seal to scan the message. "Ah, good, my company's in Ferelden again. Not anywhere close, but still. At least for a while, they're not that far away if we need them."

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"He's off on assignment somewhere," He said with a shrug and a sigh, taking the seat gratefully, if not gracefully. "I'm kind of tired of trying to learn, to be honest."

He leaned over far enough that eventually his head just kind of ended up on her shoulder, staring at the letter.

"Oh really? Does that mean you could go visit, if you want?"

"Not unless the Inquisition has business in Gwaren, and that's a fair distance away. I wouldn't be any good to either them or the Inquisition if I ran off now to see them all. So no, I'm not expecting that. But that they're not all the way over in the Anderfels or Rivain is some comfort."

Korrin smiles slightly, missing them but not about to let such feelings override what needs to be done.

"What about the rest of your clan, are they nearby?"

"Yeah," He agreed to the comment about comfort, offering a warm smile.

To her question, he shook his head.

"Not really, no. To be honest the fact that any of them are here at all is... weird. The rest are all up in the Free Marches, somewhere. We move around but tend not to go too far - they certainly never cross down into Ferelden, at any rate."

"That's probably for the best, it's still far too chaotic down here. Still, I know what it's like to be separated from those you've traveled with for so long. If you need any help with sending letters back, just ask."

Korrin doesn't doubt that the other Ashara folk would help, but it can't hurt to offer help from outside the clan, too.

"Thanks," Gavin says, though there's something off in the way he smiles. He's grateful, sure. And it isn't her fault, that he isn't sure how he feels about sending letters back. Or being separated from them.

Or that he doesn't know if he ever wants to go back at all.

"I'd offer the same back, but ah, pretty sure you don't need scribbled doodles all over your letters."

Korrin smiles back and though his slightly-off smile doesn't go unnoticed, she's reluctant to prod overmuch. People need their space, and she isn't sure her questioning would be welcome.

"Oh, I don't know. That would make them far more entertaining than what I usually put in them. Think you can do a masterpiece about that rift with people pouring out of it?"

"I don't know about masterpiece, but I could definitely get something down that would have your folks chattering about it for months," he quipped in reply, grinning. "And then demanding to know what you were doing in a magic circle filled with dancing, naked elves."

Thanks, Gavin, that gets a snort out of her. "Enjoying the view, naturally. Can you blame me? As it is, I've already mentioned you before, though not your artistic merit. That can always be a surprise addition."

"Really?" That got a surprised look out of him. Despite all the teasing, he hadn't thought himself worth mentioning to anyone. "Me or - we as in all the elves?"

The very tips of his ears may have been a little red, maybe.

She grins in response, nodding. "Oh, I mentioned other elves, but I couldn't help but point out the one who I met by him falling on me. That was too good to keep to myself, you know."

Gavin chuckled, but he was really blushing now - the redness having spread down from his ears across his cheeks, and he didn't quite look at her.

"Well, I guess my reputation precedes me... I'm going to have to do something gallant for you to write about, next time."

Aw, Gavin. Korrin grins and nudges him at that, not purposely trying to get him to blush but not minding the view, either. "You do that, and I'll relay it in its full, glorious detail. Promise."

He laughed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if he could will the flush away.

"Watch me go get myself killed just to look dashing in a Vashoth's letter home," He teased, still chuckling, and then let out a wistful sigh. "Actually what am I saying, that sounds just like me."

Korrin pokes his side, not very gently. "Don't you dare. If I have to revive you by shoving a potion down your throat because you did something stupid, you'll hear about it forever afterward. Love yourself, Gavin."

Gavin couldn't help it and started to laugh, even as he winced and rubbed his kidney. "Ow ow ow - okay, okay. It's not like I do it on purpose."

An utter lie, but it was a little white one.

"I will try not to have a Vashoth shove a potion down my throat," he solemnly swore, but raising his right hand, "Not when I can think of much more fun things to do with one."

That gets a snicker out of Korrin, who fortunately for Gavin refrains from poking him again. "This is one of those things I'm going to regret asking about, isn't it? And yet...."

The grin only spread wickedly. "Don't tease me, Korrin," He said, with a plaintive sigh, which was obviously completely done for her benefit. "I can only sigh after those horns for too long. I've been hearing stories..."

"Oh? Do share." Korrin smirks and leans in, ready to be just as much of a tease in return. Moments like this definitely make the rest easier to put up with, so she'll take what she can get.

"Well," Gavin said, leaning an elbow on her shoulder. "Word has it that one of the Vashoth - or is he Tal Vashoth? - has been ruining many, many people. And by ruining, I mean - ah - well you get the idea." With his penis, Korrin. That's what he means. "I've also heard stories that he can pleasure two women at once, with his horns!" He reached up and touched Korrin's, running his finger over the tip, and was happy to find that they weren't sharp. "Though I don't know, it sounds like it would be an awkward position to me--"

"You mean Gorse, right?" Korrin can't help that trollish grin, well aware of Taas' reputation by now. It makes her a little curious, but there are reasons she's holding back from finding out just how he'd ruin her. That bit about the horns has her burst out laughing, the image likewise ludicrous to her. "Awkward and painful. Andraste's tits...." She makes a valiant effort to control her fits of laughter, though isn't sure if Gavin turning attention to her own horns makes that better or worse.

"I think I'll pass on being that ambitious. I already worry about goring people enough as it is, and it doesn't help when they fall from the rookery. I'm not doing it on purpose." That isn't to say she doesn't like the attention, though, far from it.

Edited 2016-01-09 18:18 (UTC)

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