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[samahl]

[Cyril moves his hand so he can firmly hold onto Zevran's hand.]

People act foolish when they're worried about someone they care for.

Still, it might help if he knows it annoys you.

[quietblade]

I'll talk to him if I run into him.

[Taas reaches and strokes his hand over Zevran's unscarred cheek.]

Scars are damn hot in my opinion, but it's your choice if you want others to see them or not. Ask him to pull down his pants each time he asks you to take the patch off. Maybe he'll get it.

[ombranera]

He knows. [ It simply hasn't changed the fact that he feels guilty and makes faces and has feelings at Zevran. ] It is what siblings do, yes? Be overbearing and annoying? Especially younger siblings.

[ He closes his eye, tipping his face into Taas' hand. All that warmth, those rough callouses. Every thing that makes him Taas and marks him entirely unlike those that broke him unspools the tension in Zevran's shoulders. ]

That wouldn't work, I've already seen him naked more times than I can count. Bathing on the road, you stop worrying about modesty. Even sheltered Chantry boys stop caring.

[samahl]

[Cyril understands the statement about siblings. His sibling is Merrick, after all.

It's really strange the way he feels watching Taas touch Zevran like that. It's warm and comforting and makes his chest feel like it's too small for his heart.

After a moment, he moves the hand holding Zevran's hand so he can kiss Zevran's fingers.]

Is there anything that annoys him? The point isn't to actually do it just as to use it for reference so he'll back off. Threaten to do that if he keeps asking.

[quietblade]

Mm. You've been friends for some time, right? He'll get it eventually.

[This is really comfortable, and the big qunari is smiling softly at the two elves and their casual affection. For all the reasons it should be hot, it's been replaced by something easier than that.

Friendship, he imagines.]

[ombranera]

There are some things I can bring up should he persist.

[ This is...strange. Familiar and entirely foreign- it'd been he between the two before and it hadn't been quite so comfortable but-

He pushes the memory from his head, catching Cyril's chin to make him stop with the kissing. He doesn't wish to blush just yet but- the affection is sweet. ]

In the mean time frightening him by spending my nights in more agreeable company feels appropriate.

[samahl]

[Cyril settles back against Taas and watches them both.]

I do try to be agreeable....

[quietblade]

Mm. We're very agreeable. [Taas agrees, with a smile.] ...and warm.

[He strokes both of the elves' backs, making sure they're comfortable.]

[ombranera]

The warmth is what had me ask to join you.

[ Cyril hadn't been there and Taas hadn't seen the cell but- deep inside the stronghold? It had been cold. A chill lingers still in his bones and here, curled close like this? He can forget it for a short while. ]

Truly, I am spoilt for sharing my bed with anyone else. Not even Alistair throws off this much heat.

[samahl]

I'm pretty sure that's all you.

[He says this to Taas and pats his chest very lightly.]

You're like our very own campfire.

[quietblade]

[The qunari makes a content sound at that, fingers soothingly running over both pale and tan shoulder blades.]

It's my favorite skill, especially when it comes with perks like two hot guys in my bed.

[ombranera]

Now you're being kind.

[ Still it's hard to swallow the usual knot of self loathing and disgust while curled so close. It's easier to hear that than it is to hear 'kadan'. ]

[samahl]

He's being accurate. You're one of the hottest men here, and I'm not too bad myself. [He focuses on that last part, smirking a bit, because he doesn't want Zevran to feel pressured into bragging like he used to. The whole point is that he doesn't want Zevran to feel pressured to do anything.]

I'm surprised this bedroll doesn't burst into flames from all of the hotness here.

[quietblade]

[The warrior chuckles a little bit, deep in his chest before he sighs and closes his eyes and makes himself more comfortable.]

Mm. We should keep a bucket of water around... some iced drinks.

[ombranera]

You are- [ He snorts a laugh, shaking his head with amusement rather than frustration. ] You are both ridiculous.

[ He writes it out against Taas' ribs, as his eyes were closed. ]

And yet I am terribly fond of both of you. What does that say about me?

[samahl]

That you have good taste. [Cyril says, this time focusing on Zevran. He nuzzles a bit against Taas's chest though.]

[quietblade]

That you have good taste. [Taas parrots, since he couldn't see Cyril's lips with his eyes closed like that.

He opens them again a moment later and finds himself looking at the two elves with a content smile. It was almost like being back at his tamassran, lying in a pile with his friends for cuddles and support. Just... more adult and somehow stronger.

Affection was a good word. Safe. You could feel that for both friends and lovers.]

[ombranera]

I do not deserve either of you.

[ This, too, he writes out against Taas' skin with some trepidation- admitting such things is not what he does but-

What he does isn't helping. It did not save him before, to be distant. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril is quiet for a moment and then he reaches out and runs a hand over Zevran's shoulder. He isn't sure what else to do but offer that physical reassurance. Zevran is good enough for this moment, but arguing that just seems to be stress they don't need.]

[quietblade]

[Taas follows the same thought at first, just hugging Zevran a bit closer with a soft hum. He can't quite stand being silent, however.]

You deserve to be safe. Right here, in this shitty room and on this slightly lumpy bedroll? It's safe.

It's just us. Everything else can wait.

[ombranera]

[ For a long moment, he's quiet. He could protest that no, he is not safe, they took him from the courtyard while he wasn't paying attention like a fool but-

Curled close like this, with Cyril's hand on him, with Taas' arm around him. He does have a small scrap of that back. Here he is safe. For now. He leans up enough to press a kiss to Taas' shoulder, tugs up Cyril's hand to do the same to his palm. This he can bear. ]

Thank you.

[samahl]

[Cyril sighs a bit, releasing some tension he hadn't realized was really there. At least Zevran had accepted the point that Taas had made and wasn't trying to fight against it.

Then, after a moment, he makes sure he's angled in a way that Taas can read his lips.]

This room isn't that shitty.