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WHO: Cyril and Taashath
WHAT: Taashath and Cyril both partake in some comfort.
WHEN: Post Crow Plot
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: None. This, shockingly, will likely not end in nsfw land.

Cyril knew that the rescue had been successful thanks to Korrin. Merrick had woken and was recovering. He should feel better. There is relief there, of course, but he still felt so tight and uncomfortable. It was as if his body hadn't quite caught up with the news.

He was pretty good at pretending everything was all right though, and someone who looked at him casually probably wouldn't see the exhaustion that was threatening to take over. It helped that he covered dark circles with expert skill.

He wanted to check on Taashath to make sure that he was all right but more than that he just wanted to be around a comforting presence. Taashath felt solid, like a foundation to relax against. Cyril wanted to make sure all of his friends pieces were intact after battle as well, but he still felt guilty for wanting something to rely on. Who knew what state Taas was in?

When he saw Taashath he slid into his line of sight and waved in a contained motion. It was a visual tentative hello.

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Taas looks a bit like a mess when Cyril finds him, hair loose from the normal bun and deep-set tiredness in his eyes. Unfortunately he didn't have the same makeup skills as the elf, so those dark circles were quite prominent and his skin was still raw in places from the acids of the flesh golem they had fought.

...so it's a relief to see something that makes him happy. Someone.

He smiles, standing up to meet the pale elf. "Hey, gorgeous..." He says softly. and there's a bit of hesitation in his voice, worry that it had been spread all over Skyhold how he had lost control during the battle.

Cyril comes over to him and gives him an encouraging smile. He's worried, but it has much more to do with how Taas looks than anything that he's heard.

"Hey," he responds. He reaches up then, opening his arms to welcome Taas into an embrace. He has to push up and Taas will have to bend down, but it's still comforting.

Instead of leaning down, the big warrior kneels a bit, wrapping big arms against the small elf and holding him close for a bit longer than just your average 'welcome home' hug.

Cyril smells nice, and it's soothing to Taashath. Familiar.

"How is your brother?" He doesn't want to break the spell, but he has to ask.

Cyril pulls back only enough for Taashath to see his mouth. He stays as close as possible otherwise. "He's well. He woke up after two days. He's spending time with his Tal-Vashoth, so I thought I'd come to check on m-you."

He started to say the word 'mine' as in Taas is his Tal-Vashoth in the same way Metaari is Merrick's but he managed to cut himself off. He feels a little stupid for the slip, it wouldn't have happened if he wasn't so tired, and he hopes it doesn't confuse the lip reading too much.

"You look exhausted. Have you been sleeping?"

"I'm glad to hear that," Taas says softly, and there's one little coil of tension less in his body. They didn't lose anyone. Cyril didn't lose his brother.

That he has a Tal-Vashoth lover is a but surprising, though.... and even more so are Cyril's slip of words. Unfortunately, the change of a word was even more noticeable on lips than it was in hearing. It makes him smile a little - and while he should probably set the elf straight on that before he was hurt... he doesn't have the energy right now.

"No much, to be honest. How about you?"

All he wants is to hold Cyril.

Cyril shook his head after a moment of thought, choosing, for once, to be honest about how he was feeling.

"It's been pretty difficult to relax," he admits.

"I can understand that," Taas says, and in a way he could. Brotherhood wasn't completely unknown to him, and the people he had served with might not be connected by blood, but his heart had torn nonetheless when the ground was littered with their bodies.

"It's been similar for me. There was a lot of fucked-up shit in that place." The warrior admits, his strong hands moving to gently cup the elf's face. "They paid damn well for that stunt, though. I promise."

Cyril feels his head turning towards that hand. He kisses Taashath's palm gently and then settles a bit into the touch.

"Thank you," he says because it's important to him that the lesson of not to hurt Merrick or Zevran is well learned.

"Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?" he asks because he's concerned about that.

Help him sleep. Cyril had himself to worry about, and shouldn't have to worry about a strange qunari warrior that couldn't control his anger. What if he ended up hurting Cyril?

He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did.

"No, I... don't think so."

"Are you sure? Not even a back rub?" he offers, and while he has a bit of a smirk when he offers to put his hands all over Taashath's body there's something sincere in his face too that shows he would like to help the man relax.

"No, I... don't want to hurt you, Cyril. I don't know if I'm safe to be around, alone." Behind closed doors, where he could wring that gorgeous neck in a second and then hate himself for the rest of his meaningless life.

"I tried to kill the Iron Bull. I lost my mind completely."

Cyril's brow narrows a bit but it's not fear. It's concern. He reaches up and strokes the side of Taashath's face.

Merrick will sometimes get lost in his own passions. When he does that, he's a danger to himself and to others. That temper had been something that had almost gotten him expelled from the Clan. While Cyril doesn't have the relationship with Taashath that he does with Merrick, he has experience with the idea of needing to calm someone.

"Then let's not do anything to work you up," he says. His fingers stroke the side of Taas's face and neck. "I'd still like to be with you, though. If you'll have me."

He's quiet for a moment, but then nods. "Yeah, I... could use some company, I suppose. Someone to talk to." Someone he could focus on for a while without his blood pumping for one reason or the other.

He leans a bit into that touch, oddly vulnerable for such a huge and seemingly ruthless warrior. "You're a good person, Cyril." He deserved better things than worrying about an broken soldier like him.

Cyril smiles a bit at the fact that Taas is taking him up on his offer but when Taas continues, he shakes his head. "No, I'm a terrible person but I'm pretty good at pretending to be good," he says this as a tease, with a smirk and his eyes shining a bit, but there's probably something there that says a bit of how he views himself.

He doesn't let the moment linger on it though. "Did you want to somewhere we can be alone?" he asks. If he wants company and to have someone to talk to, that might be an alone sort of thing. Though, if he really is worried about hurting him, Cyril could understand wanting to stay in public too.

His features soften at that, and he shakes his head. He's not going to get into an argument about it, but it was sad to hear that the elf thought so little of himself. Reaching up a big hand, he strokes Cyril's cheek a bit, pushing back pale hair from a long ear.

"I... guess," the big qunari starts hesitantly, but then nods. "I could use a bit of privacy with someone." As long as they didn't do anything to get his blood pumping. He just... has to be sure of himself first before he got back into sex.

Not that he didn't miss it, and not that Cyril wasn't damn irresistible.

At the hesitation Cyril pats Taas's arm very lightly. The gesture is much more friendly than anything. "I'll sit on my hands if you're worried," he teases a bit.

He knows self control. He won't try anything that Taas isn't uncomfortable with, but the offer is still there to make him feel better.

That makes the warrior chuckle a little, and the takes Cyril's hand to give it a little squeeze before he gets up. Rolling his shoulders a bit to get the stiffness out of them, Taas looks back at the elf. "Where to, then?"

The hayloft above the stable was nice, but he usually had sex there and not just calm moments of peace with someone he liked. Plus the hay tended to get uncomfortable when he wasn't busy doing other things.

A bedroll might have him fall asleep, and... he doesn't want to face his dreams right now. Not with Cyril so close.

Cyril shrugs. "Where would you be most comfortable?" he asks, because Taas is the he's most worried about.

"...one of the towers," Taas says softly, looking at the ramparts. "It can be private and not too cold." He just wants to relax, really. There's so much strain in him, both physically and mentally - yet he's afraid it will end up on Cyril's shoulders like this.

You didn't bother your lovers with your emotional issues like these, right? Cyril wasn't a tamassran.

Cyril finally pulls away to take his hand. "Let's go," he says. He offers Taashath a small, encouraging smile.

He takes that small hand in his own and lets Cyril lead him away. That smile is soothing and he decides to focus on that as they pass people on the way to one of the towers.

When they arrive, he has to take a deep breath to steady himself - and that alone is pathetic, isn't it?

Cyril doesn't seem to think anything about Taas is pathetic. Instead he keeps his hand with him for a moment and then pulls away to look at him.

"We should something together so we can lay down, alright Taashath?" he asks. Korrin has said to use Taas's full name when she can called him to let him know that Zevran had been saved. She explained it was better to encourage that word because of it's meaning.

Taashath. The word warms him, lessens a bit of the strain in his chest. It's strange how a word, the name he had chose could work magic in a tensed, exhausted body.

Lying down could be nice. Right?

"Good idea... there's some blankets in the corner, I think some of the soldiers use the tower to nap between shifts." The floor would be a bit hard, but he didn't care. Cyril could lie on top of him if he was uncomfortable.

Napping isn't what Cyril thinks of first, but he can see why someone might. The nights here feel so long, at times, and given what so many of the guards saw at Haven he can imagine the tension some of them feel.

He moves to lay out the blankets for them and then gestures for Taas to relax first. He does plan on laying on top of Taas as long as he can handle that.

The big qunari sinks down on the blanket and wads some cloth up under his head as support. Lying down like that, he could see the sky through a few cracks in the ceiling, and that was soothing. A piece of clear blue, unmarred by the Breach.

Taas breathes out a sigh and then smiles up at Cyril, reaching up a hand for the elf. "Sorry that I'm a mess. I'm not used to being the one fussed over."