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[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.
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.
[ 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.
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.
Edited 2015-10-23 21:27 (UTC)
[ 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.
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.
[ 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?
Please tell me you aren't busy right now?
[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.
Uniforms. They're making us wear uniforms. Every day. Because we're not civilized enough.
Edited 2015-12-06 21:53 (UTC)
[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.]
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.]
Sending Crystal (to be replied to whenever makes sense)
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gatheringstorm
2016-02-06 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
We have Zevran and we're on our way back.
How is Merrick?
How is Merrick?
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.
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.
Cyril my dear, I spoke to the Seeker. For however brief that was.
[ Out of absolutely nowhere: ]
Cyril, how do you get someone to want to have sex with you?
Cyril, how do you get someone to want to have sex with you?
[ 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.
Oh, Cyril. I have some news.
[ 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.
Care to share a tent? I have been sleeping alone this trip but find it suits me poorly.
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?
[ 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?
via raven unless he is in halashiral, in which case it is delivered by hand
eviscerates
2016-08-05 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
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. )
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. )
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.
"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.
[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.
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.
Edited 2016-10-31 03:31 (UTC)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
[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."
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."
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