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action; for sam

[samahl]

[continued from here.]

It took his eyes a moment to adjust but as soon as they did, Cyril started to lead Sam somewhere a bit more secluded. He chuckled a bit to Sam's question. "No," he said. "I was rather hoping that you'd pin me against one." He knew he was saying something just to fluster Sam, but there was honesty there as well. If Sam could handle it, Cyril would love to end up in that situation.

They ended up just outside of Redcliffe in one of the more wooded spots. There were trees which blocked them from the view of the road.

"You haven't changed your mind have you?" Cyril asked as he tugged Sam into that hidden spot.

Re: action; for sam

[el_tybs]

After a little bit of time Sam found his eyes growing used to the dark, but he still had to rely on Cyril to guide him. The Elf was insanely fast that even Sam's long legs had to move faster in order to keep up. He was sure the blush on his face was getting worse, but even Cyril's eyes weren't that good. He hoped.

"Really? Somehow I had this whole picture that you were going to corner me against one." He chuckled, though it was a bit shaky. His nerves were a wreck. He could talk a good game, but there had been very few intimate interactions in his life and this was very new in many ways.

Once Cyril came to a stop, Sam figured that they had reached their destination. "Have you?" The walk had calmed him a bit, but now that he was here he felt his gut doing a bunch of flips.

[arlathvhen]

[ A neatly written message is put on Cyril's pillow. He is apparently not safe from the passive aggression, either. ]

Please stop messing with that post, it was addressing a serious problem that was upsetting me, and I feel like you're not respecting me when I try to address my concerns and you see it as an opportunity to faff about and vandalize it with inane commentary.

[samahl]

[He finds a way to return the message, the note is neatly folded into a basic flower shape.]

I sincerely apologize, Beleth. It was not my intention to upset you.

I am, however, concerned that upsetting the shems will make them more aggressive towards us. Their ignorance is fleeting and easy to fix. Their aggression is not.

[dalishious]

[ While their days with the Inquisition are getting hectic, Merrick and Cyril will always find time to spend with one another. Right now it's in the garden, under the shade of a small tree, splitting lunch. Merrick eats as he always does, tearing into food with his sharp incisors while he listens to Cyril talk about his day.

When it's Merrick's turn, he swallows the bread he'd been gnawing on quickly so he can share what he's been burning to tell Cyril since it began. ]

Zevran is training me to be an assassin.

[samahl]

[When Cyril had confronted Zevran about Merrick he had mentioned that Merrick did better when he had something to focus on. Training is definitely something to focus on. This news fills Cyril with relief, as he thinks that Merrick and Zevran have patched up their relationship and might be on better terms now.

He smiles brightly. Even though the whole 'assassin' bit is a little troubling, he's not one to judge.]

Oh? How do you feel about that?

[serannas]

[ Ellana hopes to find Cyril in person so she doesn't have to use the sending crystal. After Pel's attempt, she worries she'll address everyone too, instead of just the intended recipient. And luck is on her side today! When she finds him, she wraps her arm around his. ]

Please tell me you aren't busy right now?

[samahl]

[Cyril grins when he sees who is touching him.]

I'm never too busy for you.

After the Council meeting

[mythalenaste]

[Pel doesn't send warning. Pel doesn't ask. She just bursts in wherever Cyril is staying and starts talking.]

Uniforms. They're making us wear uniforms. Every day. Because we're not civilized enough.

[samahl]

[Cyril's eyes raise a bit. He knew the meeting was happening so he can only assume that's what she's referring to.]

You meant for the Council?

Worried Call From A Worried Friend

[el_tybs]

[OoC: A little time after the abomination attack.]

Cyril?

[His voice is quiet as he tries not to wake anyone in camp, teeth clinking slightly from the cold, though it doesn't cover up the worry in his voice. He's waiting a bit of time before he thought it safe to call, pausing after saying the name to see if this would be a message the Elf would pick up later, or if he would pick up now.]

[samahl]

I'm here. Still in one piece.

[He assumes this is about the abomination attack because everything seems to be lately.]

[mythalenaste]

Cyril.

[samahl]

Pel? Is everything all right?

Sending Crystal (to be replied to whenever makes sense)

[gatheringstorm]

We have Zevran and we're on our way back.

How is Merrick?

Re: Sending Crystal (to be replied to whenever makes sense)

[samahl]

He's recovering.

How is Zevran?

Post 'The Crows Send Their Regards' late at night, sending cyrstal.

[ombranera]

Cyril I-

I need... I would like company if you are able to offer it. [ Not Alistair. Alistair needs him to be fine or close to fine and keeps picking- so. Not him.

Cy never asks, never judges. ]

Please.

[samahl]

[Cyril is resting against Taashath when he gets the call. He pulls up and picks up the crystal. Zevran hears him say 'It's Zevran' to explain to Taas why he's moving but then he's focused entirely on the crystal. He doesn't ask why Zevran needs support. He's just planning on going there without fuss.]

I'll be right there. I'm in Taashath's room, so I'll head right to you.

5th of Guardian, Midnight

[ombranera]

[ A carefully wrapped circlet is delivered to Cyril's door, with a note that says- ]
Most impressive, Tresoro. You have earned this. Wear it well.

-Zev

[samahl]

[Cyril is a little too pleased about this reward. He'll be wearing it around Skyhold as soon as he can.]

sending crystal

[wickedchase]

Cyril my dear, I spoke to the Seeker. For however brief that was.

Re: sending crystal

[samahl]

Hello Twisted Fate. Your voice is as wonderful as always. Did you learn anything?

[sending crystal]

[arlathvhen]

[ Out of absolutely nowhere: ]

Cyril, how do you get someone to want to have sex with you?

[samahl]

That depends on the guy, really.

Why? Who do you want to have sex with?

backdated sooo far, like drakonis 20th maybe?

[serannas]

[ Ellana is hoping to get to the important people in her life and tell them about her and Felix before they hear about it from the impressive rumor network Skyhold has. But unlike Sina and Beleth, Ellana is sure Cyril will be pleased, so she doesn't search him out in person. It can be more casual. ]

Oh, Cyril. I have some news.

[samahl]

Oooh, good news I hope?

Action - on the road back from A Cruel Twist of Fate

[ombranera]

[ The road is long, or relatively long, back to skyhold. Zevran himself does not mind the walk with the company available- though seeing how well his less than subtle nudging went for Fate and Nerva does give him reason to sidle up next to Cyril as they approach the next campsite. ]

Care to share a tent? I have been sleeping alone this trip but find it suits me poorly.

[samahl]

[Cyril raises his brow at that and then grins.]

I'm always happy to share my tent with you.

Liaison

[el_tybs]

I was tempted to leave a message in your other box in congratulating you for becoming the official Dalish Liaison, but then I thought better of filling it with none liaison business.

So-

Congrats!

Re: Liaison

[samahl]

You're so cute, Sam.

And thank you. It's a real honor.

backdated to (mumbles incoherently); crystal

[stabsbooks]

Cyril Ashara.

[ This isn't fun. Owning up to mistakes never is, especially ones she's made in the course of her duty. She should have known better.

But she also owes it to him, and she knows it. ]

This is Cassandra Pentaghast. Are you busy?

[samahl]

[He sounds surprised and a little wary.]

I'm not. Would you like to discuss something Seeker Pentaghast?

via raven unless he is in halashiral, in which case it is delivered by hand

[eviscerates]

Dear Cyril,

Thank you so much for joining in the giant snow battle. Your team was amazing.

As well as having a tab all organised at the tavern for when everyone is back from Orlais so you can all catch up and relax, please find enclosed an extra prize. It should keep you safe from any nasty chills, and give your attacks a little extra oomph. Everyone in your team is getting one, so you can always remember that you’re all a lot cooler than the rest of us. Sorry it took so long to get it to you, I needed to visit this place in Orlais to get it organised.

Stay awesome.

Best regards,

Ruby


( Enclosed there is a silver ring, with a yellow band running through it that looks like it could be crystal and catches the light.

The ring is cool to the touch, and provides a little boost to ice attacks, or adds an ice element to any weapon wielded while the ring is worn. The ring will also add some protection against cold attacks. It isn’t a super duper powerful ring, but it will give a bit of an edge in a fight, or just make any future snowballs hella hardcore. Damn, son. )

action; curious mages (recent-ish)

[el_tybs]

He had taken Cyril up on that offer to learn about traps, coming by often when he was free to learn the parts and assembly. Cyril was a great teacher, but equally a big distraction all in the same. Today though it wasn't a smile or a sweep of a foot that had him distracted.

"Hey... Cyril" Still looking at the tool he chews on the inside of his lip, clearly debating if he wanted to ask what was on his mind. After a moment though he sighs. "What is... sleeping with Taas like?" He isn't looking up when he asks, embarrassed as he is for even asking, but it has been on his mind for a while.

[samahl]

Building things is one of the few actions that can get Cyril's mind off of sex, but it's much easier to switch back and forth between both subjects when Sam is with him.

"Is that what has you so distracted today?" he asks, amused and with his eyebrows raised a bit. "Why? Do you want to try him out?"

Iskandar - NSFW

[samahl]

[ooc; continued from here]

Cyril knew that no one would be at his room so he leads the big man there so they can be sure to be alone. The room is obviously lived in with bits and pieces that he used to tinker and blades that belong to Cyril's brother. He has a vanity with a lot of oils and creams on it as well.

More than anything else, Cyril wants the giant of a man to enjoy his bed. He doesn't waste much time either. He leads him towards it and leans up to kiss him once they are closer.

[conqueredhearts]

Since he was almost two feet taller than the elf, he had to lower himself down to be able to meet the kiss. Obviously he had no problem with this since he was already moving to do that, strong arms wrapping around that slender frame to pull him nice and close. He'd noted the various things in the room, especially the oils and creams. After all, he was going to be needing some of that soon enough.

For now he was plenty eager to just lift that small frame up like he weighed nothing at all so he could plop him down onto the bed. Grinning down at him, he went in for another kiss. The last one had been a tasty beginning but he was obviously ready for more.

[writteninblood]

Later, after the rift has been closed, after the wounds have been closed, and potion-drinking turned to drinking of another sort, the clan lies under a rarefied air of celebration.

And Sorrel? He's having a drink. He's having more than one, and may in fact be having one too many.

"So! So," So here he is, sloshing up against Cyril's shoulder, loose-limbed and smiling, at ease for once, "I was thinking. I, had a thought, Cyril. And I'm going to tell you about it."

If he doesn't fall over first, anyways.

[samahl]

Cyril is happy that Sorrel is at least letting loose. As the First leans against him he moves his arm and wraps it around Sorrel. That puts them closer and also gives him the ability to better support Sorrel is he does end up falling over.

"Oh? I'd love to hear it," he says. His voice is low, meant just for Sorrel. He's smiling and his eyes shine just a bit. He hasn't been drinking himself, but he does hope that Sorrel is at least having a good time.

the plot thickens

[onlyhymns]

Though he doesn't know much about Cyril's comings and goings, Cade knows where he saw him once. And that's where Cyril will find him: by the stall where Cyril sold his puzzle boxes, fiddling with the one he'd been given in an effort to keep from losing his nerve and running away.
He's leaning against it for support, his leg doing much better but still a bit limpy on account of having gone without full healing for so long. Cade looks terribly nervous, and at the moment of glimpsing Cyril he very nearly bolts. But he holds himself steady, even tries to stand up a little straighter, because he has to fix something for once instead of making it worse.

[samahl]

Cyril is at his stall almost every day. He sells the puzzles as traps that he's made. He's coming over to set out his stock and work on a couple more things before customers filter around and he pauses as he sees Cade.

After a moment, he takes a breath and steadies himself before moving to set down the crate he's carrying.

"If you're going to stand around you can help me out, why don't you put this blanket over the top?" he passes the cloth towards Cade and waits to see if the human runs instead.

Prior to the Kirkwall move

[mythalenaste]

There's a soft knock at the door. On the other side, Pel looks pale and tired. Wordlessly, mainly because she cried herself out at Alistair's and is calmer now, she hands him a letter.

Da'len,

We are deeply grieved. No, you may not join our clan, and we will not visit. Even if our Keeper agreed to it, we would not see you. We will not take in a First who abandoned her duty to her clan, nor accept a flat-eared bastard as our grandchild. This should come as no surprise to you.

We thought you were better than this.

Enansal

[samahl]

Cyril takes the letter and reads it. His face gets stony as he does, carefully concealing his growing anger. Then, he looks up at Pel and softens a bit.

"Pel..." he starts, but he isn't sure what to say so instead he moves closer and offers his arm for her to come closer.

for kit; nsfw

[samahl]

[continued from here]

Cyril takes Kit back to his room at Sam and Kirk's place. The pair aren't home, so the house is empty except for their pets. Cyril leads the way to his room. When they enter Kit sees a room that is very clean and organized but has a variety of items around.

Cyril has a shelf of oils, lotions, powders, and kohl with other various vanity items. He has a desk pressed against one wall where he builds traps, trinkets, and puzzle boxes. His tools are neatly put away on the surface and a couple puzzle boxes are stacked on top of each other. Then there are books, placed carefully on any surface that will have them.

The bed itself looks comfortable and inviting, with a variety of pillows. It's hard to believe that he was very capable of a nomadic life he has so many things packed neatly into this small space.

"Welcome to my room," he says with a smile. "I hope you enjoy your time here."

[ragweed]

Kit steps into the room on Cyril's heels and pauses just beyond the threshold to take in everything with somewhat startled eyes. (Ancestors, it's a good thing they went back to Cyril's place, rather than to his; his hovel in Darktown would definitely not pass muster.)

"You made these?" he asks, glancing back at Cyril curiously, and crosses over the room to stand next to the desk covered with the trinkets and puzzle boxes. He picks one of them up, marvelling at it, and chuckles. "Y'know, I used to find stuff like this in the Deep Roads all the time, back when I still ran with my unit in the Legion."

He puts it down and looks back to Cyril again, suddenly seeming almost shy now that they're in his room and the expectation of what's to come has settled on his shoulders.

action

[keenly]

There's a knock on Cyril's door in the evening. The culprit is Colin, who carries a money-purse and raises it with underwhelming triumph.

"Proceeds from your puzzle-boxes."

[samahl]

Cyril takes the purse with a bit of amazement. "All of this, really?"

crystal

[writteninblood]

Cyril, I need your help.

[samahl]

Of course. Anything.