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WHO: Anders and You*! (*unless you are someone who will turn him in. ONE DAY THERE WILL BE CR. /reaches sadly)
WHAT: Detlef going about his days, helping out, being argumentative, everything
WHEN: Mid-Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Probably nothing? I'll edit if that changes

Healing tents

Anders is found in these most often during the day. Everything's easier when he works, really, when he and Justice can both be on the same page. They're doing good. They're furthering the cause of mage freedom. And more importantly, no one is being hurt. Are you a patient? He's probably checking you over before getting to work. Co-worker? Hand him the elfroot salve, please? Or just drop by and find him where he's most willing to be chatty as he works.

Garden

There's nothing like seeing a mage seemingly talking to a tree. Considering previous events, it's probably a little worrying. But upon closer approach one can see that there's a terrified cat clinging to a very small branch that's just barely supporting its weight, and they can hear the mage trying to talk the cat down as if the cat can understand anything that's being said.

"You can do it. Just step... Come on. A little lower. Please?"

Just outside Skyhold

There's a garden inside the walls. It has plenty of things growing in it, including basically everything Anders is looking for. It's hard for him to stay inside the walls for too long, though. He needs to be outside, to wander some, to remind himself that the walls aren't keeping him in. While it isn't the healthiest method of coping, there are certainly worse ways to go about it.

Anyone running into him out here gets a look that's a mix of surprised and bashful - the latter due to him not really having any way to explain why he's out here with a handful of easy-to-get herbs in hand.

Library

He's seated in the Library, head buried in a book the way it never was when he was at the Circle, with a pair of large tomes next to him. They're probably not that surprising for a spirit healer, treatises on spirits and their nature, but he doesn't look pleased. And he isn't. He's not finding anything that will help with his situation, and Anders is aware that he might not have a lot of time left for the looking.

Approaches from strangers get a glance up and a nod, before he'll ask if they need to get to something past him. Known people get asked a little absently how their day is going before he turns another page.

[Or] Alternately, he's curled up off to the side, on the ground, paging through a book on obscure magic that talks about various rumored spells that the author doubts really exist. His attention is primarily on the shapeshifting portion, and he looks a little wistful. Anyone approaching who glances at the book get a half-smile and asked if it wouldn't be fun, being able to transform into animals.

Wildcard

[Hit him up wherever? He grabs food in the kitchens on the go, sometimes is at the tavern in a corner near the back, sits on the walls and looks out sometimes, surreptitiously feeds the stray cats around skyhold (and scolds any dogs that try to take the food,) and may, every now and then, see if he can zap armor in just the right way so straw and fabric and all sorts of things stick to it.]

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His eyes trail over Cyril. The elf is temptation incarnate, pretty, clearly flirting and interested, and sometimes Anders hated trying to not hurt more people.

"You've no idea how tempted I am to put that to the test," Anders says with a shake of his head. "Call me Detlef. What is it you do with the Inquisition, Cyril?"

Time to try for a far safer topic of conversation.

'Tempted' meant that he was being turned down. The fact that Detlef was changing the subject also meant that he didn't want to discuss the reason why he was being turned down. Cyril could handle that and go with it. He wasn't about to pressure someone to play along if they would rather not.

"I'm a scout," he explained. "And a hunter. What about you, Detlef? What do you do?"

"A scout and a hunter. That makes sense." Cyril definitely has the build for a scout, and if he's to be honest, the Dalish made the best scouts anyway. "I take care of the cats. A cat wrangler, if you will. ...but I'm a spirit healer on the side. When the cats are all right."

He nods toward the cat, inviting Cyril to join in petting her if he'd like. Anders can't fully indulge anything right now, but that didn't mean a little contact would be an entirely bad idea.

Cyril does come closer and strokes the cat carefully. He uses that as an excuse to be close to Anders as well.

"Oh, well, I'm glad the cats are well tended to, then. And at least they have handsome company to look after them."

Anders can't help but look Cyril over again at the compliment. He's beautiful. Beautiful, and clearly flirting, and Anders wishes he could throw his issues to the side but it wouldn't be right to Cyril.

"I'm sure they'd appreciate your company as well. They might be jealous of your beauty, but I think it would be complementary. And who, or what, could object to the touch of your hand?"

"Apparently some prefer a bit of distance," Cyril replies, speaking of the man in front of him. "But that's well within their right. Beauty and friendliness shouldn't force anything that makes people uncomfortable."

They're definitely talking about him. Anders can't fully explain right now, but a little clarification when it came to his early comments can't hurt.

"I'd say some of those definitely don't prefer the distance, but find themselves in temporary circumstances where it's needed." A beat. "I'd come up with a cat metaphor for that but I seem to be lacking here, so I'll drop that pretense."

Cyril gets a smile and a shake of Anders' head. "You don't make me uncomfortable. If I didn't have a few complication going on, I'd gladly make you purr. And if you're still interested when they're wrapped up," which probably involves his death so that's not likely to happen, but a man can fantasize a little, "I'll gladly close that distance."

Cyril smiles a bit. "I'm sure I will be." Then, after a moment, with a bit of concern. "Are you safe?" The type of complications that come to mind put Anders in a possibly abusive situation.

That's not a question he's used to hearing, and he tilts his head. "Is anyone truly safe? I don't mean to dismiss the question. I simply can't recall being safe since the time my family discovered I was a mage."

And Cyril is tiny. Anders doesn't know how safe he's been either, though he's willing to bet more than a few have underestimated the elf and wound up missing both kidneys when trying to harm him.

"Hopefully that issue is better now, isn't it? Has the Inquisition been treating you well?" he seems genuinely concerned. He wants to know if this man standing before him has had any troubles because he is a mage. "I know there have been some tensions because of the templars being here too."

"It's better, yes. There will be Templars who resent having to treat mages like people for some time yet, but I've found it far easier to walk across Skyhold's entire courtyard than through a single hallway back in the Circle."

The cat reaches up, batting at hands, as if trying to remind the both of them that she exists too, and Anders gives her a small smile before indulging her with more of a chin rub.

"And there are... friendly faces." His gaze goes back to Cyril.

Cyril moves closer and rub the cat as well, playing a bit with her paws. It puts him close to Anders again and he offers him a smile that's a little suggestive. "Well, I am around if you need a friendly face near." He meant that in more than one way but he didn't push it. For now, he was worried about overstaying his welcome.

"Well, I should let you figure out where this little lady can stay. If you need anything from me, I mean it when I say you only have to find me."

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