faderift | Say Hello To Goodbye

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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"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.

Adasse breathed in the sweet grass smell of Sorrel's hair, felt Coco nuzzle his fingers briefly before tucking under Sorrel's chin. Smiled to himself, before whispering quietly.

"I love you, too."

He was a thief, and honestly, he couldn't believe he had still managed to steal this man.

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