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

[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."

[samahl]

"Hm. Well, I was more thinking that I acquired it from something else sticky..." He pauses for a moment before laughing a bit more. "No, I can't keep this up. I'm only pulling your leg, my friend."

[el_tybs]

It takes Sam a moment to get where Cyril is going with that, which has him sighing and hiding his face in a hand to hid the warmth coming to his cheeks. "Oh, good. Cause I was probably going to have to act dumb and purposely say 'tree sap'."

[samahl]

Cyril laughs softly. "Now I wish I had said it, if only to listen to you respond with that." Sam yet again proves himself to be so endearing.

[el_tybs]

"Such are regrets," he chuckles, bringing his hand away from his face. "You do know I'm not going to be able to look at pudding the same way again."

[samahl]

"I'm not sure if I should apologize or be proud," Cyril responded, smiling at the idea.

[el_tybs]

"You aren't sure? You're smiling about it right now. I'd say you're very proud of that fact and will bring it up at some random time in the future." Whenever it came to making him sputter or blush Cyril was never sorry.

closing this one up to give us some space?

[samahl]

Cyril's grin widened a bit. "I just might, yeah," he admitted.

Then he focused on getting something for them to eat and to relax. He had suggested doing this to give Sam a break, after all. There would be more time to make him blush later.

Probably. Filling them right back up more than likely. :P

[el_tybs]

"I honestly need to stop giving you ideas," he huffs playfully, giving Cyril a bit of a nudge in the side as he tested out the contents of his drink. Getting used to it, but still not that big of a drinker.

"Thanks for inviting me." It was a good distraction.