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}

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[el_tybs]

He should have seen that one coming. Giving a Cyril a look, though playful, Sam shakes his head and goes about cleaning up his work area. Thankfully it isn't much, especially since Cyril is dealing with the tools.

"Looks like you handled them pretty well."

[samahl]

"I have been told I'm skilled with my hands," Cyril replied easily and then came over to Sam again. "Shall we leave then?" He offers his arm to Sam.

[el_tybs]

"That's why you do massages, right?" he quips back, undoing his apron and tossing it onto the table. At the offered arm he raises a brow, but still hooks his own to it. "And pray tell are you taking me?"

[samahl]

"Of course. All the better to help others relax." He leans a bit into the touch of Sam's arm against him. "Just to the tavern. For a drink."

[el_tybs]

His steps do not falter, but the mention of the tavern does have Sam tilting his head a bit in thought. Only for a moment though, quickly dismissing it and giving Cyril a nudge with his arm. "As long as it's not the stuff Korrin got in."

[samahl]

Cyril notices the pause chuckles. "Were you hoping for something else? We could see what the kitchen has to spare and try for the garden? I was hoping to treat you for your hard work." With anyone else, that 'treat you' would have been rather naughty sounding, but with Sam it's clear that he really does mean food and drink.

[el_tybs]

Sam shakes his head. "Food does sound good, but it's starting to get cooler out. Staying inside would be better. There's nothing wrong about the tavern. Just had me think of something is all."

Considering that Cyril had made everything else naughty sounding, it wouldn't have too much of a stretch if he had done the same with this offer. Still it's nice to hear. "For my hard work, huh?"

[samahl]

"That's right. I don't think that I'd be able to swing a hammer like that, all joking aside," he smiles a bit at Sam, trying to tell him that he does good work.

"Think of something? Anything that needs tending to?"

[el_tybs]

"What? Sure you could. Weren't you just saying how good you were with 'tools'?" Even though he doesn't necessarily expect a 'job well done' or a 'thanks' for his work, it was honestly nice to hear it.

"At the moment, no. Just keeping mindful of it is all."

[samahl]

Cyril nods and leaves the thing that Sam thought of at that. If Sam needs to talk about it, he will.

For now, he focuses on Sam's work. "Oh yes. I'm highly talented, but not like that. I was watching your arms." He reaches up and squeezes the muscle on Sam's forearm a bit. "This is not something I can match. It's too beautiful."

[el_tybs]

He's not uncomfortable by the touch, but it does spread the red on his face a bit. There's been a lot more mention of people 'watching' him and pointing out different parts of his body. He's still getting used to that since being watched in the past had never been that appreciative.

"You're good looking the way you are, Cyril. And there's plenty you can do that I can't."

[samahl]

"Only because I'm bendy," Cyril replies, teasing.

[el_tybs]

"Aaah... yeah. I'm pretty sure you're a lot more flexible then me. Probably helps in getting out of tight situations."

[samahl]

"And into them," Cyril replies, perhaps a little too suggestively.

[el_tybs]

Very suggestively. Sam clears his throat lightly, giving Cyril a look, accusing but amused before giving him a bit of a nudge with his arm. "Well you already offered to buy me a drink. Can't get out of that."

[samahl]

He chuckles a bit. "I wouldn't dream of it," he says softly. He then focuses on getting Sam to get the drink.

[el_tybs]

"That would be a weird dream," Sam teases as they cross the last few feet to the tavern. Unhooking his arm, Sam steps forward to open the door, motioning for Cyril to go first. "After you."

[samahl]

Cyril comes in and heads to the bar to order. "I've have stranger dreams."

[el_tybs]

Sam pauses a moment, looking off to a corner before following shortly after and taking a seat. "Do I even want to ask?" he asks with a grin.

[samahl]

"Well there was one where I as dancing naked in pudding," Cyril offers with a grin. He notices that Sam is checking for what he assumes is Krem, but he doesn't comment on it for now. Instead, he focuses on ordering them drinks.

[el_tybs]

"Pudding," he repeats, not a question, but it's obvious that he is somewhat asking. Sam's not sure if Cyril is pulling his leg or if he was telling the truth with that, looking at the other man with a blank face save for the raised eyebrows.

[samahl]

"Oh sure. Could you imagine what that would feel like all over your body?" he replies, smiling a bit. "A little sticky though."

[el_tybs]

Obviously Sam is trying to imagine it. "I can't imagine it feels that great. It's an interesting texture... I don't know if I would want it all over my body."

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit. "I supposed that squishy, sticky feeling is an aquired taste."

[el_tybs]

"You saying you acquired it?" he asks, raising a brow. "I can't imagine that it would be easy to get a hold of that much pudding in the first place."