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[el_tybs]

I am a rather sociable person I suppose. Being unfriendly seems... lonely.

[samahl]

I'd imagine that it is. Though the people who stick around would be the ones who really care.

[serannas]

[ Oh, Cyril. She walked right into that one. ]

You know? That doesn't surprise me at all.

[el_tybs]

Stick around? I don't think I can base it off that. When everything is said and done people will want to go their own way right? That shouldn't mean they care less.

[samahl]

That's one of the fun things about this place. I get to see them over and over.

[serannas]

It's good that this place is so diverse, and it turns out we can find exactly what we're looking for.

[samahl]

I'd say. You found your knight in griffin armor and I found a bunch of really beautiful men who seem to like seeing me naked.

[serannas]

[ She giggles at his candid behavior. Oh, Cyril. ]

I like that: knight in griffon armor. I'll use that. You know, when I write those romance novels in my head as I go to sleep.

[samahl]

You should publish one. Give Varric some competition.

[serannas]

Oh, I wouldn't do that to him! He's going to help me get my journals of travels to elven ruins published some day. It's just a matter of me finding them first.

[samahl]

Really? That would be an interesting read.

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.

[ombranera]

Marvelous. It has been so cold and lonely without Doghren or Alistair to keep me company.

[ It is easy enough to settle an arm about Cyril's waist, to tip his cheek against his hair. ]

And there are some questions I have for you as well.

[samahl]

[Cyril leans a bit into Zevran and enjoys the touch.]

Questions? Are they inappropriate questions?

[ombranera]

Probably. If you wish not to answer, simply say as such.

I was wondering, first, about Merrick and yourself.

[samahl]

[That makes Cyril tilt his head a bit, as if waiting for more. When it doesn't come, he chuckles a bit in a light hearted sort of way.]

You're going to have to be more specific, my brother and I have a tendency to get involved with more than one thing.

[ombranera]

Allow me to clarify-

How deeply have the two of you been involved? I know you are not related by blood and thus there is no true shame in finding him attractive- but I have been under the impression there is some desire that has politely gone ignored for Maker knows how long.

[samahl]

[Cyril blinks and then stares for a moment. After a second or two, in which he feels like a vice has been closed around his chest, he laughs. The sound of it is a little forced.]

You had me going there for a moment.

Honestly, Zevran, most of the time men who are going to share my tent don't accuse me of incestuous thoughts right before we do, but I suppose you have your own flair.

[ombranera]

It may or may not be actual desire, but there is some manner of longing. I know a complication when I see one- [ Something he'll address in a moment- a second, simpler complication than this. ] -and know that, perhaps, it is something you two simply do not talk about because of the unfortunate implications.

[samahl]

The two of us don't want to talk about?

[There's a moment in which all of the humor leaves Cyril's face, and then he forces himself to calm down.]

You talked to Merrick about this?

[ombranera]

I poked at it in private until he told me he did not wish to discuss it- and to never bring it up with him again. And thus I shall abide.

If you as well wish me to drop the matter entirely I shall.

[samahl]

[Cyril takes a breath and shakes his head.]

I don't know what to say about it. Especially not out here in the open. Help me set up my tent first.

[ombranera]

Done.

[ They've come upon the camp at last- staking out somewhere private to set up the tent is simple enough, something they can finish quickly with two pairs of hands. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril finishes the tent and then goes in to lay out his bedroll. His body is a little tense but he doesn't seem angry.]

What did you say to Merrick?