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You know I said it in a prayer like a war cry

WHO: KREM and basically THE ENTIRETY OF SKYHOLD
WHAT: Krem is coming back from his private mission in Antiva and fulfilling some promises.
WHEN: 18 Wintermarch and onward
WHERE: Various places about Skyhold
NOTES: Attractive shirtless men?

He was stiff, sore, not exactly moving well, but when he finally mounted the stone bridge leading into Skyhold, damned if the smile on Krem's face wasn't as brilliant as the glare of sunlight on the snow. It was damned good to be home. He'd held up a hand when one of the front gate guards offered to run inside and inform the Iron Bull of his return, letting them know that he would be seeing Bull himself, as well as most anyone else that needed to know he was home.

As soon as all was said and done and the appropriate parties warned (Except for Cullen, Cullen could be just as surprised as everyone else) the toys would be collected, loaded en mass into the catapult, and seconds later, there would be stuffed toy nugs in a large variety of different fabrics hitting the ground with squeaks bordering on deafening in volume from the sheer amount of them. There would be enough for every child in the hold, plus a good portion of the adults that might come along and pick them up.

-Training Ring-

It was time for drills now. He had the ring to himself, most people were off and occupied elsewhere, and someone had set up a practice dummy at the edge of the ring that would make the perfect partner for a bout of shadow boxing.

Anyone that had ever witnessed Krem's drills before knew that sound: the maul swinging through the air fast enough for it to be faintly whistling, occasionally thudding down into the dirt. But if they approached, they'd immediately notice a difference. Where was Krem's armor?

Bracers on, boots grinding into the dirt, gauntlets on, but other than a pair of comfortable breeches, Krem wasn't actually wearing his armor. In the late afternoon light, the muscles of his arms, back, shoulders, and chest were gleaming faintly with sweat. He'd been at this for a little bit now, and it had warmed up just enough that he actually could break into a sweat as he trained. He was still trying to get used to his center of gravity changing, and as such was moving more carefully than usual. It lent a sort of grace to his movements that wasn't usually present.

If anyone wanted to come and spar with him now, they would have to get his attention first. He's entirely focused on the mild ache of his muscles, and moving to compensate.

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He had only planned on getting something from his room, but at the sound of someone clearing their throat, the kind that was clearly made to get ones attention, Sam turns around, brows raised in curiosity.

Sam is clearly surprised when he turns around to see Krem leaning there, his eyes widening just a bit. It takes a long moment for everything to catch up to him, the fact that Krem standing there very much a shock. A pleasant one by how his face brightens and he walks up to get closer.

"Krem! You're back!" he says with some excitement, hands reaching up to touch him.

"Are you sure I'm not just a figment of your imagination?" Krem grinned and intercepted Sam's hands, his own curling around them as he stepped closer before Sam had even stopped moving, leaning up and pecking his lips before standing back again. "Told you I'd be back soon."

"Maker I hope not. If I was dreaming and didn't know it I'd be in trouble," he chuckles, grinning stupidly after getting a kiss. The past several days had found him in a rather down mood, but that all seemed rather distant now that Krem was back.

"You said soon. I didn't know that meant that soon."

"I was maybe two days out when I called you here. Thought I might surprise you, if you didn't see me first."

When Krem leaned back, though, his smile had softened, his hands resting against Sam's forearms. "Happy birthday, by the way. Sorry I missed it."

"Well consider me pleasantly surprised."

Sam is further surprised when Krem wishes him a 'happy birthday', his smile dropping a moment at that and his eyes widening. "How did you-" he starts to ask as a small goofy smile starts to curl one side of his lips upward. "Thank you, and don't be. It's not like I brought it up, and you had something important to do, right? How did the mission go?"

"You weren't the only one I talked to when I called," Krem points out with a soft smirk, then reached up and dragged his hands through Sam's hair, making it stick up in all directions. "It went fine, Sam. I'm back in one piece, aren't I?"

He gives a small snort at that. "Didn't think I was that special," referring to conversations on the crystals, "but I guess I didn't realize just how quickly or far that information went." Still he doesn't seem upset that Krem knew, just... surprised.

Perhaps another time he would playfully huff at having his hair messed up, but with Krem having been gone for so long, Sam honestly enjoys the attention, even leaning in a bit so he can reach better. Even so he does run a hand through his hair to fix it slightly when Krem is done.

"One piece that I can see," he retorts, knocking a knuckle against his armor. "Still having trouble sleeping?"

Krem's hand automatically comes up and bats Sam's away when he knocks on his armor, but other than that, he still looks perfectly at-ease. "A bit, but that'll pass soon enough," he assures Sam, then steps back some and shoos him off toward his room. He had been on his way up there to begin with, after all, and Krem couldn't actually recall having seen the space, himself.

Sam snorts lightly at the batting, mentally noting the action along with the other times. Regardless the seriousness or playfulness of a poke, prod or knock, Krem didn't seem to like it one bit.

At the shooing motion Sam pouts lightly, brows furrowing just a bit. "Just saying 'hello' huh?" Well that was kind of disappointing.

"You are terrible at reading intent in people, you know," Krem sighs, stepping past Sam and snagging his hand in passing, pulling Sam along behind him. Maybe he would explain why he didn't like to be prodded in such a way, if asked. But for now, he just walked slowly enough for Sam to actually get the hint.

That has comment certainly has Sam canting his head to one side a bit. "Really? Normally I'm pretty good at noticing it." Not that he was bragging, but generally he was decent at reading other people. Krem was just... a bit harder to get sometimes.

Having his hand grabbed and dragged towards the armory certainly was easier to get, a small smile pulling at his lips as he quickened his steps to walk evenly with Krem. "Guess I kind of got used to intent being expressed a bit more verbally with our talks." There had been no visuals to react to during those times, so he might have been a bit rusty.

When Sam drew level with him, Krem let his hand relax, leaving his fingers hooked around Sam's.

"But you can't see the face I'm making like that. Shouldn't it be easier face to face?" he asked as he mounted the steps leading up to Sam's quarters.

"I've got a decent imagination. It wasn't hard to tell when you were practically frowning at the crystal, or when you had that certain smug smile on your face," he says with a chuckle, letting Krem lead the way. "But it should be. Just... think I'm still in a bit of shock that you're actually here and not just talking to me over a stone."

When they reached the top of the stairs and Krem started to slow, Sam grins just letting him look around for a bit. Eventually Sam gives Krem's hand a tug and tilts his head to the other set of stairs. "I'm up at the top."

He wasn't exactly nervous in bringing Krem to his room, but something about it all had his pulse increasing. The space wasn't very large, mostly rail that walkway to look over the forges, a large window surrounded by plants facing the courtyard, and a sectioned off area that pretty much just fit his bed and a dresser.

Edited 2016-01-26 02:27 (UTC)

Krem lets go of his hand at the top of the stairs and moves around the open space with his arms crossed, scanning around it and glancing toward the partitioned area hiding Sam's bed. He takes up a lean at the railing overlooking the forges, looking up at Sam then smiling faintly, keeping an eye on the shadows that the low-burning fires in the forges threw on the walls. Best to be aware of whoever might decide to come in and occupy the smithee for a while.

"Warm up here," he comments thoughtfully. "'s nice. Easy to sleep up here even with the through-traffic downstairs, I imagine." He turns to lean over the rail with his weight supported on his elbows.

Quiet as he tended to be, most people would be hard-pressed to figure out what was going on behind that mostly neutral little smile on his face. Right now, for instance, he's trying to figure out when would be a good time to make good on his promise to tell Sam what the endearment he'd given him meant. Provided, of course, that Sam hadn't already gone around to the very small Tevinter population here and asked them what 'amatus' meant.

Sam hums in agreement to some of what Krem says. "Bit too warm at times honestly. I can get away without wearing a shirt sometimes when it's particularly sweltering, which usually happens when we're working all of the forges at once and for long hours. The noise isn't terrible though. I wouldn't recommend trying to sleep while work is being done unless you like the sound of hammers, hissing and whatnot."

Taking to leaning on the rail himself, Sam cants his head a bit, a small smile forming. "I bet the temperature in here is a lot more to your liking." Krem wasn't the biggest fan of the cold though he dealt with it in a sort of silent suffering kind of way. Course in Emprise he hadn't been completely silent, but then again it was freezing there. "You're always welcome to come up here and crash if you need a place to warm up. Just... mind the plants. Sina would have your head if something happened."

"If it does get too loud while you're trying to sleep in here, you've got permission to take over the bed in my quarters," Krem offers in turn, taking it upon himself to lean his shoulder against Sam's arm. He muses, not for the first time, over how the hell he'd even found someone so very...very Sam. From his face to the amount of shit he could put up with, there is a hell of a lot to admire about the mage at his side. And all of this stemming from one rather silly conversation involving flexing.

"You really are something else, amatus," he says quietly, mostly to himself as he looks out over the forges, turned with his elbows up on the rail, fingers laced together in front of him. "I won't even look sideways at the plants. She'll have no reason to take my head, or any other part of me."

"Does that include or exclude when you're using the bed?" Sam's trying his best not to let the smile on his face turn into a wide grin as he asks that, leaning back some against Krem as he ducked his head a bit closer to look at the Charger better. He's very aware that could earn him a punch in the arm, but it would be well earned regardless if that was Krem's only response.

Perhaps another day when there was noise he would have missed the comment with how quietly Krem says it, but with just the sounds of forges burning below the words come out quite clear. For a moment he doesn't say anything, rolling one particular word in his head and wondering about it, much like the last time it had been said. "What does that mean?" He asks, but doesn't press. So far he's figured it is a nickname or something similar that he's being referred to as.

Sam is right in his prediction, and the punch is just hard enough to ache but otherwise won't leave a mark. The question makes Krem's head fall forward, ears turn pink, but he clears his throat and straightens up, then reaches a hand over to curl his fingers almost shyly around the other's.

"Closest translation I can think of in common's uh. Beloved. Or something like that."

Edited (stupid phone and its picky not even amusing autocorrect ) 2016-02-18 01:19 (UTC)

While he does expect it, it has been some time since Krem's been around to do that so the pain is a bit sharper then he remembers. "Ow," he says lightly in the midst of laughing, pulling back a bit so he has room to rub at the sore spot.

Shoulders still shaking a bit with silent laughter at the reaction, Sam goes to say something else, but stops at the feel of Krem grabbing his own hand. Looking at the Charger, Sam's laughter is quick to die down at the way the other is now standing. It's hard to tell in the light but did Krem's ears look a tad darker?

Beloved.

It's Sam's turn to blush and for a moment all the mage can do is stare a bit wide-eyed at his boyfriend. Right? That's what they definitely were if Krem was calling him that? After a bit more silence Sam works on turning his hand over so that they're more holding hands.

"Or something like that," he repeats leaning over and lightly bumping his head against the side of Krem's affectionately.

Krem nudges right back at that, and he lets his hand rest in Sam's, the corner of his mouth twitching up at the mage's larger hand around his darker one.

So close together, it's easy enough for him to turn and nudge his nose against Sam's cheek, letting out a gentle huff of a laugh as he wrinkles it. "You need to shave."

At being told that Sam huffs in amused surprise before breaking out into a fit of soft laughter. Shoulders shaking with mirth, Sam turns his head so that their foreheads are pressed together instead. "If you say so... amatus," he says, testing out the word, a bit curious to see how Krem would react to hearing it said back to him.

Krem's head falls again and he can't help but laugh, himself. It sounds ridiculous coming from Sam, but he'll take it in stride.

"You really haven't got the right accent for Tevene," he points out, then cants his head just enough to be able to press his lips to Sam's. It's mostly chaste, but it lingers when Krem starts to pull back. "Might have to teach you later."

Sam pouts playfully at being told that. "I suppose I don't-" he starts to say, but he quickly trails off when Krem leans up to kiss him. It's simple and short, but nonetheless pleasant judging by the wide grin returning to Sam's face.

He might have leaned in to give Krem one, but stops short, instead blinking at the suggestion. "You're going to teach me Tevene?" He's a bit skeptical on that, but also a bit eager.

"I could. Imagine how many nationals it would offend to hear it coming from some uncultured Southern mage." He chuckles some at that, clearly not serious. He leans up to offer another kiss, quicker and lighter this time around, then nods toward the partitioned area that was Sam's bedroom. "Come on, I wanted to show you something. And it's getting warm."

Uncultured Southern mage. That has Sam raising a brow, but by the smile it is clear that he gets that Krem is only playing and making fun of what the higher ups in Tevinter probably do say about the south. "Oh, well, then you certainly should teach me then."

At the offered kiss Sam eagerly accepts, a bit giddy at the amount of kisses Krem has been giving him. It's curbed slightly when Krem motions towards his bed and mentioning that he had something. It was getting... warm? It probably being the thing Krem wanted to show him. "What is it?" he asks, following behind Krem as they go.

Surprised you didn't moan this time to get his attention

That can happen in a place more appropriate to popping sudden boners B)

His rooms upstairs ;)

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