[closed] I have something to say

[metaari]

WHO: Metaari and Merrick
WHAT: There is a Conversation that needs to happen
WHEN: A few days after Merrick wakes up
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Shit's about to get embarrassing and also probably really sad

Metaari has no longer been spending every moment at Merrick's bedside, now that he's been awake. There have been plenty of duties he's been neglecting while the elf was down for the count and it's taking some time to catch up on it all. He still visits every day and stays until Merrick is too exhausted to contend with visitors anymore, but the length of his visits have been getting longer, Merrick's strength is returning to him, and he's looking more and more like he did before.

He pauses just outside for a moment and listens, making sure that there's no one else with Merrick, before he pushes his way inside. There's a heavy cloak draped over his arm and an easy smile is on his face as he lifts his free hand in a small wave. "Hey. I was wondering if you felt up to a little walk? Some fresh air would do you good."

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[metaari]

Everything gets closed off behind them once they get back to the room, the door firmly shut. Metaari is tempted to lock it, just to give them both some time to themselves, but he shakes his head; there are certain others who would potentially worry, a lot and with good reason, if they tried to come by only to find the door won't open. He steps away before he gives in to the temptation and moves over to the bed.

There's a moment where he starts to move his hands away so that he can set Merrick back down onto his own feet but he keeps clinging to him, holding on like a life line in a turbulent sea, and he brings his hands back again with a faint smile. He lowers himself down to sit on the edge of the bed, shifting Merrick's legs so they settle better, and he reaches up to tug Merrick's hood back down. "Alright, we're back."

[dalishious]

This is just fine, Merrick decides. He's warm and comfortable, so why bother moving to the bed? He's a very affectionate person by nature, so he has no trouble just cuddling closer, drawing his knees up a little.

The ease in which this man moved into his circle from the outside is unprecedented, and there's still a lot to talk about, to piece together. This has been a step forward, though, even if Merrick doesn't really see it that way. It's easy for him to feel things-- words can come later.

[metaari]

It's adorable, actually, how cuddly Merrick's gotten. Metaari has become so accustomed to the little spitfire that he knows Merrick can be that this change of pace, devoid of the usual clinging because of sex, is unexpected but completely welcome. In fact, now that he knows it's a thing he can get, he'll probably go after it more often. He likes cuddling.

Once he settles in a bit he shifts, turning on the bed until his legs are up on it and he lays down, pulling Merrick down with him to lay on top of him. Now that he doesn't have to focus on holding him anymore he lets his hand run up and down Merrick's back in a soothing pattern, his own eyes closed as he enjoys the moment. There probably won't be many chances like this.