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[samahl]

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.

Comments

[samahl]

Cyril copies those signs carefully and then grins a bit. "Okay," he says. He signs his name again and then Taas's name. "Right?" he asks. At least he remembered all of the right letters.

[quietblade]

The warrior looks at the signs fondly and nods. "That's good!" With time, the elf could be doing those movements quicker and quicker until it flowed as swift as words.

It was a nice thought, to have Cyril speak to him in sign. The people he knew that spoke sign in Skyhold were less than he could count on one hand, after all.

"Try this one..." he makes another few movements, including putting his index finger on the back of one hand and lifting that hand's index finger up.

[samahl]

Cyril watches Taas's hands closely and the copies the movement. He's getting more used to using his hands this way so he copies it easier but it's still awkward. "What does it mean?"

[quietblade]

"It means 'you have a hot dick," he says with a laugh, giving Cyril an amused look. Learning should be fun, right?

[samahl]

Cyril laughs too. "I'll have to remember that one for later," he says. Any other time he would have signed it again and used it to try to get things more heated between them, but that negates the point of today.

"How do you say 'you have a nice smile?'" he asks, because that seems much safer.

[quietblade]

Taas shows Cyril how to sign that, and adds simpler signs such as 'hi' and 'yes' and little things like that. Easy but important.

"Now try 'My name is Cyril'," the warrior instructs, letting the elf figure out of to put that together.

[samahl]

Cyril has to think about that from the signs that he's learned in this short time. He manages my and name but then stops. "Is there a sign for 'is?'" he asks.

He hasn't fully grasped the overall concept of a gesture based language. He will be able to get how the language works quickly. He already has a nice background for that considering how he understands the difference between the scattering of ancient language phrases the Dalish know and the phrases that are spoken when you translate to Trade, but right now he's thinking of sign as a word-for-word translation.

[quietblade]

He smiles at that and shakes his head gently. "No, not really. Sign isn't the same as a direct translation of words. Fingerspelling is more direct Trade, but it would be too time-wasting for anything but smaller things like names."

Taas takes a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to remember how it had been described to him, long ago. "It's communicating by imagery, almost. Sometimes you even bring words together to mean other things, and absolute direct translation can sound crude and odd. The signs are 'I name C-y-r-i-l', but I read it as 'My name is Cyril'."

[samahl]

Cyril isn't 100% sure he understands that completely, but he will the more he uses the language. Still, it gives him the right combination of signs to do what Taas had asked.

My name is Cyril, he signs. "Like that?"

[quietblade]

"Perfect," Taas replies fondly, feeling that strange warmth inside again. It makes him happy to see Cyril interested in a thing like this. Communicating on another level seemed... intimate, really.

"This is 'elf'", he continues, tracing his ear to a point. "Dalish isn't really a word by itself, but I've seen people use 'elf' 'tattoo' to describe your people."

[samahl]

"What does that look like?" he asks, more than a little curious at how a visual language described his people. Right now, he's more consumed with the idea of learning more knowledge. It's even enough to make him forget that he's exhausted. He seems very lit up as he focuses on Taas's hands.

Despite that focus, there is a part of him that really likes the idea of doing it just to give Taas a place to talk about his own language and to communicate in a slightly easier way. They'd have to make a habit of signing when they were alone so it would be easier for Cyril to learn. "Oh, and what about 'clan' is there a sign for 'clan?'"

[quietblade]

He signs 'elf' and 'tattoo' together with a smile. 'Tattoo' was a long sign with three parts, so he goes slow for Cyril's sake. "Even more literally, it's 'body art'," the warrior adds with a little shrug. "That's why it's in parts."

Then he has to think for a moment about the last question. While he was fluent, there tended to be cultural differences. "I don't think there's one specifically for 'clan'. I'd use 'family' instead. It still works for a Dalish clan." He signs 'family' for Cyril, and then 'elf' 'tattoo' 'family' together.

[samahl]

Cyril repeats those signs several times to make sure he gets them right. The idea that tattoo is body art makes him think of something then.

"If this," he makes the tattoo sign to show what he's talking about. "Is 'body art' then wouldn't it work for your vitaar as well?"

[quietblade]

That makes the warrior grin and he nods. "That's right! Sometimes you put 'qunari' with it to explain what kind of body art you're talking about." He adds the sign for 'qunari' - sweeping horns done with woven fingers like symbol of the Qun.

"...I guess Vashoth would use 'poison' rather than 'qunari'."

[samahl]

That makes him frown. "Poison? Why poison?" He thinks that has to have too much of a negative connotation to be correct. The issue is that the Vashoth he's met are wonderful people. Korrin is thoughtful and believes in freedom strongly. He adores her and is grateful for the way she looked after Merrick in the Mire. And Taas is... Well, Cyril doesn't really have words for all of the things he thinks about Taas.

Poison doesn't seem to fit either of them.

[quietblade]

"Because vitaar is highly poisonous to anyone not qunari, and it's a way to say it without involving the Qun," he explains. "'Qunari' is a sign directly referencing the Qun."

Taas gives a little shrug at that. "There are signs for Tal-Vashoth and Vashoth as well, but it would be even more confusing to use that together with tattoo."

[samahl]

"Well, then what's the one for Tal-Vashoth?" he asks. "What would I call you and Korrin?"

[quietblade]

Amused, he crosses his fingers in an x-shape and repeats the sweeping horn gesture. "That's Tal-Vashoth, for me." The warrior then keeps his fingers even, makes a shorter horn motion with v-shaped fingers this time. "Vashoth, for Korrin."

For good measure, he makes a repeat of the large sweeping horns with his fingers even and not curved in any way, ending in a curve down and then arms held out with splayed fingers. Almost like wings. "Dragon."

[samahl]

Cyril repeats those signs too and then repeats the words associated with them so he can remember the differences. "Dragon is beautiful," he says thoughtfully. "I mean, the shape of it. It's pretty." He repeats that one and does it in a way that much smoother and more graceful that he had been with other signs. "I guess like dragons are." It's starting to get easier to grasp how this is a visual language.

[quietblade]

"Mmm... like dragons." He sounds almost longing, and then smiles at the elf. "Did you know some qunari theorize that we might have dragon blood? Hence the horns... and probably the related signs, just because we enjoy taht kind of hubris."

There's another repeat of the sign for qunari for Cyril. "We always seem to like dragons, too. Fighting them, at least. Korrin got to fight one in Emprise and I have to admit I was very jealous." Taas laughs, but really. He missed that!?

[samahl]

Cyril's face also had a bit of jealousy in it. "I'd love to be able to see one and fight it. Can you imagine all of that power and beauty? It's almost a shame to take one out."

He chuckles a bit. "Though now I'm worried about taking out one of your ancestors."

[quietblade]

"Power, and the force... the way the spit fire or ice or lightning like a force of nature." Taas smiles almost dreamily at the thought of them going to kill a high dragon like the ones in Emprise. He, Korrin and Cyril would make a good team, he's pretty sure of it.

That little chuckle is mirrored with one of his own when Cyril mentions the ancestor thing, and he traces a line of the vallaslin absently when he speaks. "I could always try talking to it. Say we're related, and see if that helps."

[samahl]

Cyril's head tilts into the touch and he hums in a pleased sort of way. "You can call her 'auntie' and hope that means she won't eat you," he suggests, because joking about dragons is much easier than examining how warm he feels having Taas touch his face like that. It wasn't a warmth that made him want Taas to pin him down, but one that made his heart feel a strange kind of ache.

[quietblade]

That has the qunari laughing softly, hugging Cyril a bit closer with amusement on his broad features. "That would be quite amazing. maybe I'll grow spikes and join her, hmm?" Joking around with someone in a situation like this should honestly be quite bizarre. There was no sex involved, or even alcohol.

Just warmth and bad jokes.

...yet he was so at peace right now. It was strange, how affection could do that.

Maybe he wasn't a monster, if he was able to feel this way.

[samahl]

Cyril relaxes against Taas then. He had been animated while learning the signs, but resting against a warm body reminds him how tired he is. He tilts his head to look at Taas.

"You can't have horns and spikes. That will make everyone too jealous."