Cannot Find The Words

[el_tybs]

WHO: Samouel Gareth and ANYONE
WHAT: A lots happened since the Fallow Mire. Sam reflects and keeps busy before getting shipped out again.
WHEN: Between returning from Fallow Mire and leaving for War Table operations
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Just the usual.

{Magic Lessons - Before/During/After}
Even though Fallow Mire had been trying, it doesn't mean that he can just take a break from his lessons. Sam is progressing with his Spirit magic with the help of Lady LeBlanc, as well as learning to control Ice spells to a point, though having difficulty. He's also trying to get the grasp on Storm magic with the help of Roul.


{The Armory}
With the new shipment of ores from the Fallow Mire there have been numerous orders for armor and weapons. Seeing as his sparring lessons with Krem have been put on hold for now for... reaons, he spends most late afternoons/early evenings helping with the forges.


{The Library}
He's still having issues falling asleep since the bog so Sam spends a good amount of time in the library in the evenings. That's not the only thing keeping him up. There are a number of crumpled up papers on the floor as he tries to figure out what to say in a letter.


{Wildcard}

Comments

[el_tybs]

"Ah. Huh." Duly noted; do not mention bears around Gavin. "Generally kill means- Never mind."

Giving a bit of a huff, Sam gets back onto his feet, patting off the back of his legs of dirt. "Just see what they have to say. Otherwise... maybe getting some advice from another noble might help, which I am not."

[slipshot]

"Nobles are surprisingly squirrely about these things," Gavin says with a sigh. "But I'll ask Alistair - he's a Warden, he might know." And technically noble but it wasn't like Gavin knew that.

"Thanks, Sam. Sorry. I do appreciate the help."

[el_tybs]

"You're welcome, Gavin. I don't know how much help that was though. I'm not keen on noble affairs."

Well asking wouldn't hurt would it? Course he doesn't personally know Alistair that much or much about Wardens save for the stories.

"So how do you know this noble?"

[slipshot]

"Ah--" There was a slight pause, there, a slight hesitation, and the very barest hint of a blush at the tips of his ears.

"We met a long time ago, actually. Years ago. But then he showed up in the Inquisition, so we've - become friends again. It's kind of nice," He admitted, looking over at Sam. "Having someone that knows me from before, that isn't part of the clan, if that makes sense. So - in that way - you could say he's an old friend."

[el_tybs]

Wait, stop everything. Gavin was blushing. It's small, but Sam can see the bit of red on the tips of the Elf's ears even from where he's sitting. He has to stop himself from yelling a quick 'oh!' and pointing his finger. Sam still remembers their little challenge going on and how Gavin had prodded at him during that one time.

When Gavin looks at him, Sam is smirking, not bothering to cover it up. "And old 'friend' that's in the Inquisition now?" He doesn't think he knows any nobles though. "Do I know him?"

[slipshot]

That smirk only makes the blush worse, and Gavin quickly looks away.

"I have no idea if you know him. Don't - If I tell you who it is, don't mention the marriage thing to him, alright? He's depressed about it enough already, without needing to think that everyone knows--"

[el_tybs]

That bit of information lessens the smirk on his face to more of a grin. "Do I look like I go around poking at people on serous matters? But I promise I won't bother him on the matter."

[slipshot]

"I don't know, I poke you all the time," He replied with a quiet chuckle. "But - thanks. I appreciate it, in this instance. I wouldn't have mentioned it, normally, but I - I just really needed the advice."

[el_tybs]

"Yes, you poke me about it, you don't bother Krem about our relationship." He's pretty sure about it as well considering he's sure Krem would've punched him for anything Gavin suggested, or Gavin would've been overly suggesting something to him about Krem's reactions.

Course with the recent news, Gavin would've been too busy worrying about Maxwell to even notice anything going on with anyone else.

"I don't know how good my advice is, but... any time, Gavin. You can come talk to me about anything if you need to." Sam pauses a moment and gives Gavin a look. "Well... maybe not anything." He could do without knowing somethings Gavin might be open to talking about.

[slipshot]

That makes Gavin laugh, and he leans over to sling an arm around Sam's shoulder, hugging him sideways, and then press a warm, friendly kiss to his cheek.

"I'll try to keep your mind free from corruption," He teased fondly. "Thanks, Sam."

[el_tybs]

At the show of affection Sam shakes his head before reaching up and ruffling Gavin's hair.

"Now I really don't want to know if you consider anything you do to be 'corruption'," he teases back.