Skyhold

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone & everyone
WHAT: Open post for business as usual around Skyhold
WHEN: The first couple weeks of Harvestmere, 9:41 (aka October)
WHERE: Skyhold
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Far from the glamorous adventurous world-saving people signed up for, most of the hustle and bustle in Skyhold at present is cleaning. The Great Hall is a disaster, and crews are assigned to haul out the cracked and rotting planks fallen from the wide-open roof, and tear down the vines covering the walls. Ivy encrusts the main staircase outside and many of the fortress walls and is cleared in section while other groups assess or begin shoring up the stonework as it's revealed. There are scaffolding to build, materials to sort, crates to unload, tents to stitch together or set-up, and on and on and on, endless mundane chores vital to the survival of the organization.

When not hard at work, people cluster around fires across the courtyards. Many mingle freely, going about their business, running errands and messages, planning scouting missions, tallying up supplies, distributing or playing with the sending crystals that were found in a basement vault and which a group of mages have just today finished preparing for use. Once a good number have been passed around and the first Inquisition-wide transmission made messages start being broadcast; maybe you can help someone out.

The rebel mages and renegade templars mainly keep to themselves at opposite sides of the complex given the choice. Mages assist with healing and research and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Templars help train recruits in swordforms and basic combat techniques or spar with the more advanced and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Despite having all pledged themselves to the Inquisition, they still feel like separate factions and tension between them is palpable wherever they cross paths.

Like at meals, or the communal message board in the courtyard, or at the Herald's Rest. The mess hall/tavern is so new it still smells of sawdust, and its stock has been limited to one type of strong ale until today, when a shipment of West Hill brandy has finally arrived. The mood in the place is convivial in celebration of that, but there's still plenty of muttering, especially as the night drags on and the discontented get further into their cups.

Comments

[samahl]

[Cyril had been near the stables delivering some supplies when he notices Taas. He stopped on his path away from the stables and let himself take in the sight of the dripping Qunari.

It was incredibly distracting and for a moment, Cyril just enjoyed the view.]

You know, if you need to cool down, it helps to undress as well.

[quietblade]

[This place had a surplus of really attractive elves, and Taas is a bit dumbstruck at the sight of Cyril. Definitely enjoying the view, himself.

Dalish weren't really his thing, they all seemed too innocent and and easily spooked. Not this one, from what he could read from those lips. That was almost saucy, and the qunari grins.]

If I took off any more, I'd cause a commotion.

[samahl]

[He comes a little closer then, openly checking Taas out.]

I can see why. I could always take you somewhere more private to let you cool down.

[quietblade]

[That has him laughing a bit; flexing his chest muscles while doing so. Just for Cyril.]

Forward, aren't you?

[samahl]

[He clearly enjoys the display and appreciates that Taashath is willing to put one on.]

When I see something I like, of course.

[quietblade]

[Oh, he doesn't mind the slightest. He knows by now that people are flocking towards him to admire, and what harm is there in showing off a bit? If anything, it seemed to relax people a little, and Taas was more than happy to assist with that.

Gave him a change to admire people in return, and damn if this one wasn't a looker.]

Looking for a taste or just a show? You are gorgeous, but I'm liable to break you in two.

[Tiny.]

[samahl]

Promise?

[Cyril doesn't seem worried about being broken at all, it seems to make him even more interested.]

Because I would definitely like a taste.

[quietblade]

[It was like every damn elf in this place wanted to be fucked by someone twice their size. Taas was starting to wonder if it meant that they all carried some kind of frustration that needed to be worked out.

Too many 'knife-ear' comments, maybe?

That, or there was an elven competition going on in how many could take a dick the size of their forearm.

...not that he was complaining.]

Alright, then. [A slight grin.] Got a place in mind?

[samahl]

[Cyril seems far too pleased that Taas agreed so easily. He thinks for a moment.]

There are a couple of rooms that haven't been fully renovated yet. If you don't mind using the wall for support.

[quietblade]

[That makes him chuckle a little. he could probably hold the elf up with one hand if he needed to.]

Oh, I have no problem with that. You look like you'd be damn pretty pushed up against the wall with your legs around my waist.

[samahl]

[Cyril really can't help how that makes him grin.]

I'm always pretty, but being spread open makes by a strong, handsome man feels much better.

[quietblade]

[Leaning down, he cups the elf's chin slightly and grins.]

Oh, I bet. Come on.

[samahl]

[Cyril happily leads them to an abandoned room and then turns to Taas again. He starts to take off his clothes then, smirking at him. He really doesn't want to waste time.]

[quietblade]

[Oh yes. Nothing like a little show, and damn if this elf was hot. Pretty pale skin all over, dark makeup around gorgeous eyes, the strange but elegant tattoos on his brow.

Waist little enough to put his hands around with plenty of space left. He could break the man in half with just a touch.]

[samahl]

[Cyril doesn't look intimidated at all by his size. He finishes tugging off his clothes, only taking his time to tease Taas a bit. That doesn't last very long though, Cy is much happier getting to the point.

When he's stripped he goes up to Taas and touches his chest.]

I'm Cyril, by the way. [He says with a smirk, more amused than anything. Usually you give a man your name before you strip naked in front of him.]

[quietblade]

[It he believed in gods, he'd be thanking them right now. It was one attractive little man, all fine lines and pale skin when he took off his clothes so prettily.

The hand touching his chest is soon engulfed in the thickness of his own, and he grins again.]

Taashath. [Hey, sometimes he didn't even get people's names. It was easier for some. Fuck the big brute and run off without a single tie.]

Some ground rules, handsome. Always look at me when you speak. I can't hear you - old war injury. If I can't see your face, I can't read your lips.

[The qunari shrugs.]

If you need me to stop or slow down, tap me twice. Just in case I cannot see your face at the time.

[Now he does put his hands around Cyril's waist to measure, large hands groping the hips with a heated look in his brown eyes.]

Lastly, you should open my breeches and see if you're okay with what I've got there. I don't always fit.

[samahl]

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