faderift | Say Hello To Goodbye

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Say Hello To Goodbye | Openish

WHO: Sorrel and anyone who wants to say hello, or indeed goodbye, to him
WHAT: Sorrel leaving Kirkwall, spending some time in the forest, then coming back to Kirkwall like a week or two later, in disgrace
WHEN: The first few weeks of Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall, Clans Ashara/Dahlasanor
NOTES: The craziest of crazies. Kirkwall, girls, dancing, naked, Mom!? Argument, exile, fleeing the scene, hiding in a dumpster, crashing on your couch for a week because technically I’m ho~omeless!

No, I am lost
My wounded heart
Resides back home in
Pieces strewn about
The graveyard of my lost love
For only...

The Road between Kirkwall and anyplace at all is hard and muddy by turns, this time of year, melted by sun and unexpected balmy wind, frozen again each night into ruts and fissures, as is the nature of roads in winters. The road too, is fraught with danger, the sides of the path lined with opportunities for those with less scruples than most-- and the forests, known to beasts and magic and the Dalish themselves, are not safer, for the unwary traveler. Times are lean, in this stretch of the year, and what generosity there is has stretched with the weeks until it's leaner still.

That's the road Sorrel has to walk, there and back again.

But on the other end, whether to Kirkwall or away from it, there burns a warm fire, a hearth with friendly faces, and family, of one sort or another.

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Sorrel does laugh, ridiculous as the line is. His face must be a sight-- it feels blotchy and hot from the crying, and he can't decide whether he wants to smile or crumple up again. Still, he manages to breathe and find some semblance of composure, enough to reach farther, and cup Adasse's cheek in his hand.

"Maybe just... at least to the door?" He doesn't want to attack Beleth, put her on the defensive, but just the same-- Sorrel is terrified of approaching it all alone. And Adasse did just promise to stay with him, "If. If something happens that... If something happens, then, I'll stay with you?"

He'll feel that soft smile against his fingertips, and there you go, Sorrel. Dark eyes taking you in, blotchy face and all, and still thinking that you're the most beautiful thing ever. Adasse nods his head once before he sets his broad shoulders.

"To the door, then. And ... I'll wait down the hall while you talk with Coco. Moral support, all that." He leaned in to kiss Sorrel's forehead again. "You stay with me whenever, sweetheart. I've got your back."

Sorrel smiles for that, and sniffs; he opens his mouth but can't seem to decide what he wants to say. He closes his mouth again, shaking his head, and gently pulls Coco down from his shoulder, to where he's more secure.

"Okay. Okay, I can do this," He says, speaking almost more to Coco than to Adasse-- or is he? When he looks up again, he's certainly not giving Adasse a nug kind of look, "Ah. You know, this probably hasn't been... your idea of a perfect reunion."

There is very little, it seems, he can't deftly ruin, these days.

"...But, you could give me a 'welcome back' kiss. If you want."

Coco chitters happily, curling up on Sorrel's closer-to-the-ground shoulder. As for Adasse, he's nodding his head in agreement. "You can absolutely do this."

Of course. That look. Makes his mind momentarily seize. How does Sorrel do that with his eyes? Adasse is positive it's some kind of Dalish Keeper magic.

"I had some different ideas ... " He drawled, and that drawl turned into a bright smile, as he leaned forward, "But hey, got it in one. They all start the same way."

He cupped Sorrel's cheek again, but this time his lips brushed against Sorrel's. Gentle, tasting lightly and slowly.

And Sorrel found himself transfixed, simply standing there like a romantic heroine, one hand supporting Coco, the other pressed flat against Adasse's chest, but never to push him away. His eyes fluttered shut and as chaste and simple as it was, the kiss was sweet, love like a painful twist in his heart.

Things progressed happily from there, gentle, like the slow, silent opening of a flower. He couldn't forget the clan, nor Beleth, nor all his grief, but just for those few minutes Sorrel didn't let fear sit on his tongue, bitter and frightening. He simply leaned and lost himself a little, in mindless, comforting touch.

"...Oh, I love you," He whispered, when there was room for words again, "And I missed you so much."

Well, at least he'll feel the sudden rise of Adasse's heart while their mouths moved together. It was absolutely something sappy and stupid but he honestly doesn't care at all. Soft, warm, wet press of Sorrel's lips and the brush of his eyelashes against Adasse's cheek.

He exhaled, inhaled deep, when their mouths finally parted. "...I missed you so much it hurt." He paused, then cleared his throat. "And, ah, if you do stay with me I'll have to move. Some stuff."

Crooked smile, "I love you so much I sort of went off the deep end, y'see."

"What did you do," He says, though it could have been a question in any other circumstance. Sorrel damn well knows what Adasse is likely to have done, and he can't decide if the thought is exasperating or endearing. The latter is winning out, "Dasse, did you get in trouble?"

Both hands cupping his face now, concern displaced from himself onto his lover, Sorrel trusts Coco's balance without concern.

"What am I gonna do with you? I can't leave you alone for a week before something happens."

"Oh well you know ... I may have liberated a few things here and there." He cleared his throat, giving his lover a bright smile, "And you only get in trouble if you get caught. I did not get caught, Sorrel."

Coco is fine. In fact, he might decide to balance on Sorrel's head before this is all done.

"Oh it was just a little larceny, love. Nothing to get in a tizzy about." A pause, "...maybe a lot of larceny."

"Oh, so a lot of nothing to worry about, then?" He's smiling again, that loose, lopsided grin of his that only seems to crop up when he's tired, or distracted, "Now all my worries are put to rest."

As if that could ever be true. But Sorrel sobers again, smile fading, and for a moment he wavers and it looks as if the enormity of the situation will ambush him again. He takes a deep, deep breath and, as if by pure stubbornness, he pushes back into the joke.

"Let's ah-- Let's go see Bel. And then I'll be the judge of whether or not you're in trouble."

"Absolutely nothing." He smiled softly, but he knows Sorrel is lying to himself to make it easier on himself. He whistles for Coco to jump up on his shoulder, so he can wrap his arm around Sorrel's while they walk together. Easy, and easily translatable to anyone who might be watching.

"I've got you, Sorrel. Let's go."

He hesitated at that, the old insecurity layered over the new. It was a public, blatant declaration of intent, that arm; a claim. This one, this elf, is taken. But he didn't pull away, despite his surprise. Quite the opposite, and after that first moment, Sorrel found himself holding tight, for support, and for comfort.

And as distractions went, it was pretty good: it got him as far as Beleth's door without collapsing. There, he hesitates again, but only a moment, then pushes through both his own trepidation, and the intimidating door. And inside is... Dark. There's no one in the office, or the ensuite, or the bed.

"It's empty," He tells Adasse, opening the door again. This is all becoming a bit much, "She's... not here. I-- Should I use the crystal?"

He doesn't want to. What a miserable welcome, that way; this should be done in person, isn't that right? Sorrel sighs, running a worried hand through his hair, mussing it terribly. It ought to be illegal to be this tired and overwrought all at once.

Edited 2018-03-30 15:13 (UTC)

Adasse wasn't looking to claim, or be claimed. That was never something he really felt he had the right to do. However, he did believe in unified fronts, so here they were. Walking together, Adasse giving support and Sorrel giving them both comfort. Coco, of course, was a pillar of nugness.

He stood at the door, letting Sorrel look inside. He frowned for a moment, before he snapped his fingers, "She might have gone to go get the new rifters.... and ... " He gave Sorrel a long look.

"How about you get some rest first? You've got to be exhausted, and this can wait until tomorrow."

Sorrel looked back at the dark room, then at Adasse, who was regarding him with a steady, evaluating stare. Oh. He pulled the door shut, fumbled the latch closed and then turned-- and put his arms directly around Adasse in a crushing hug. He needed it.

"That's a perfect idea," He mumbled, then let up when he realized that their mutual pillar of nugness had inadvertently become their squashed-pancake of nugness. Watch where you're hugging, Sorrel, "Let's go see how much trouble you're supposedly not in."

Adasse wrapped his arms around Sorrelean, hugging as tight as he could, so that they were basically clutching one another. He kissed the top of Sorrel's head, smiling against that red hair.

"Just enough for you to fuss, I think." Fingers wrapped around him, as they moved away from Beleth's office, and to the stairs, towards Adasse's room.

Linked hands, fingers interwoven, and Sorrel finds that as content as he is to be led, it's even nicer to simply walk alongside. It's not a terribly long walk, all things considered, but though he might have gone the breadth of Kirkwall and miles more tonight, each step up the Gallows feels heavier than the last. He's tired, tiring further, and grateful as anyone might be when they finally come to Adasse's door. It swings open under Sorrel's hand to reveal...

"Holy...Creators beyond the Veil. Adasse, what happened?"

Adasse leaned back from Sorrel, but not far enough that they weren't touching. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat as innocently as he could.

"...A ...crime ... spree?" He stated, before adding quickly, "No one in the Inquisition."

"And no one left who isn't," Is his first impulse, incredulous and half-exasperated. As Sorrel steps away a little, one hand still trailing back to where it's joined with Adasse's, he marvels at the.... the scope of it.

There were silk cloaks and thick brocade ones piled in a corner next to a short stack of slim oak boxes, polished and shining. Velvet bedcurtains and oil-paper sacks of who-knows-what leaning against a set of copper kettles and-- a very fancy-looking chair. How had he stolen a nobleman's chair? And why? A few weeks without Sorrel, and Adasse had turned the little apartment into a dragon's hoard.

Marveling at the fact that even underneath what he can see is undoubtedly more, Sorrel makes a decision: that none of it matters.

"...You really are a Ferelden, you know that?" he turns back to Adasse and the grin is already sneaking in, love and hilarity shining in his eyes, "The minute I leave, you panic like a dog. And make a mess."

"Oh well. You know. People come off boats, people get on boats. Sometimes people don't pay attention to what's in their pockets, or valises, or ... you know, crates. Or what they tell an elf to carry when they are moving in. That sort of thing." He cleared his throat once more, before his dark eyes gleamed.

"Is that so? Well, you should be so lucky." He leaned in to whisper in Sorrel's ear, "Dogs are remarkably faithful to their beloved owners."

Sorrel shivered. What was Adasse saying? Something about dog, under the sudden warm press of him, coming up behind Sorrel, breath against his ear, voice very nearly a purr. Something extremely Ferelden. It was anyone's guess.

"I..." Sorrel trailed away, then simple leaned back against him, eyes closed, and feeling the weight return. He was safe and warm and suffused with simple wants. For touch, for Adasse's gentle reassurances, for the softness of a bed, and a place where he needn't startle at every sound. Where he could be, like some miracle made real, only himself. Unguarded.

"...I prefer nugs," He said finally, the joke weak and faltering. It was all he could manage, to lean his temple against Adasse's and simply breathe for a moment, "I'm so tired, ma'nehn."

See, this is why Adasse liked Sorrel. Well one of the reasons he liked Sorrel. Even when he was clearly intrigued and attracted -- he could still sass Adasse like there was no tomorrow. He wrapped his arms around Sorrel's middle, kissing the red-head's ear gently.

On his own shoulder, Coco chittered and nuzzled Sorrel. Adasse held him tight, before saying quietly, "Then how about we go to bed, love? I can't promise it'll be better in the morning -- but I'll still be here."

It will be better, some quiet, petulant interior voice insisted. Sorrel wouldn't call it a thought, which would imply that it was him thinking any such traitorous thing-- but the next thing after that was of course, the idea that it wasn't a disloyal thought because.... because he wasn't.... didn't owe loyalty to...

No, much easier indeed to sag slowly against Adasse, letting him take more of Sorrel's weight. He could bear up under it, Sorrel know, with those strong arms. Adasse kissed him and he shivered again, distracted, willingly pulled from his brooding.

"If there is there a bed, under all this," He managed a smile, an actual, honest smile, though it wasn't a strong one, "Or are we going to sleep on top like dragons?"

Adasse easily held onto Sorrel, wrapping his arms fully around his small powerhouse of a lover. A smile cracked over his lips, and he kissed Sorrel's ear once more.

"We could, but I promise you, tiaras are not as soft as they look." He snuck in one more kiss, before guiding Sorrel to a mostly clear corner of the bed, while he started to muck through the items he'd carelessly dropped on one half. There was an Adasse-sized space, covered in a velvet cloak and one of his old blankets, but the rest was indeed, covered in lucre.

Sorrel's smile had become indelible by the time that final kiss arrived. This man, wicked and gentle by turns. Sorrel stood there stupidly for a moment, just smiling, letting the fondness wash through him and then-- looked for somewhere to put his travel-coat, the outermost robes being caked with road-dirt and city dust.

He was too tired, even for himself. The robes, the dirty footwrappings, all of it, on the floor with his pack, and who cared what happened to the rest? Sorrel moved to help Adasse push aside the heaps of treasure and glittering tiaras as if they were no more important than junk. The moment there was enough space, he crawled into it and lay down, groaning as if the concept of rest caused him pain. In reality it was just... relief, pure relief to lay down, finally, to let go.

"Oh gods. I could sleep for a year," He opens his eyes again, finds Adasse despite the jeweled crust of ill-gotten wealth surrounding his little nest, "Join me?"

Adasse made a mental note that tomorrow, he and Sorrel were going to enjoy the hot baths together, before he stripped off his own shirt and coat, along with his boots and foot wrappings. He slipped out of his breeches, crawling into bed behind Sorrel, so he could spoon around the smaller man.

"I thought you would never ask." He stated simply, as he kissed Sorrel's shoulder. "Get some sleep love. I've got you."

Sorrel moves not at all, either to resist or help as Adasse tucks in behind him. It's like coming home, with their legs tangled together, and the warm, welcome weight of his arm slung across Sorrel's middle. Coco wriggles in, curling into a warm, soft little ball against Sorrel's chest, tucked in under his chin just as he'd been when Sorrel had been put in bed by poison.

"...I love you," He says, quietly, but without thought, as if the words had been impossible to hold back. Sorrel closed his eyes and simply evels in the warmth, and notices no change at all between waking and the easy sideways slide into the Fade.

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