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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 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)