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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.

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[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."

lol what is formating

[quietblade]

He huffs a bit at that, amused. "Well, I can't really say wings, right? Wrong sex... and I already have a tail.

Eyebrow wiggle. Yep, he can be ridiculous if he wants to.

<3

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit. "I don't know, you would look pretty cool with wings. And who says men can't have them too?"

[quietblade]

"Only female dragons have wings," Yep, Taas is a nerd. "...but I suppose it would be a lot more amazing to have wings than spikes. Can you imagine flying high above?"

He looks up at the hole in the roof again, smiling up at the darkening sky. "It would be pretty amazing."

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit. "It would be..." he says thoughtfully. He leans against Taas then and yawns. He covers his mouth just for a moment and then pills it away again to speak. "I think I had a dream like that once."

[quietblade]

Taas' hand comes to stroke that white hair again, running his fingers through it with that strange fondness in his heart. It was getting late, but he's not in a hurry to leave quite yet.

"Really? Flying?" Dreams were interesting things, and he's not sure how they work. Officially, qunari didn't dream - but he sees far too many things in his sleep for it to be true... or maybe it only happened after you left the Qun.

"Where did you fly?"

[samahl]

"Mostly just over the Free Marches. I haven't seen much more of Thedas, not until I came here."

[quietblade]

"I can imagine," he says, a little more thoughtful. Skyhold really was a mishmash of people, and it had to be so strange for the Dalish.

"The Free Marches are quite beautiful, though. I was on a contract there for a while. Escorting a merchant."

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles a bit. "Could you imagine if we had run into each other back then? Things would be very different."

[quietblade]

He shakes his head a bit at that. "It wouldn't have been a good meeting." Dalish sometimes attacked caravans, and he might have through that Cyril was a part of that. It's a slightly horrifying thought.

"I'm glad I met you here. That I decided to stay."

[samahl]

"Me too," Cyril says, smiling a bit. "It would be boring here without you."

[quietblade]

"It would feel empty inside if I didn't meet you." Taas says, not quite paying attention to what he's saying. Maybe he meant it, he's not sure. He was happy here, which was why he was so afraid he would fuck his life up with this anger issue.

[samahl]

Cyril isn't sure what to say about that, not really. He's already shared so much about how he feels about Taas. It's been a very exhausting time.

He leans a bit against Taas and yawns. "I think I might fall asleep," he says eventually, turning his head so Taas can see his lips again. "Do you want me to leave before I do?" He doesn't exactly look like he wants to get up.

[quietblade]

"Mm. You don't have to go. There's blankets here." He should be worried that he might hurt Cyril after everything they had talked about with his anger issues, but... he doesn't think so. Not when the elf snuggling him like this makes him feel at ease and calm.

He does removes his hands, however, letting the elf get up if he really felt like it. He wasn't going to push.

[samahl]

Cyril sighs in relief and then settles against Taas again. He really hadn't want to move and now Taas was inviting him to stay, he'd take it. He felt so safe here, which was important given all of the tension of the past few days.