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Date: 2015-10-18 02:29 am (UTC)
el_tybs: Evan Antin (Sam_GlanceL)
From: [personal profile] el_tybs
Sam groans at that. "Yep, now awkward." It had felt nice, but now that Cyril had commented on it Sam felt a bit weird.

He wasn't really up for moving, but somehow he mustered enough energy to do so, groaning lightly as he pulled back.

Date: 2015-10-18 02:33 am (UTC)
el_tybs: Evan Antin (GrinSam)
From: [personal profile] el_tybs
Sam shakes his head, and at hearing the sound of clothes moving he figures Cyril is redressing. He follows suit. "You're just saying that."

Date: 2015-10-18 02:48 am (UTC)
el_tybs: Evan Antin (Sam_Con)
From: [personal profile] el_tybs
He hums lightly, smiling at getting another kiss. At the question he laughs. "Probably. Knowing my luck I'd probably get jumped or get lost."

Date: 2015-10-18 04:07 am (UTC)
el_tybs: Evan Antin (Sam_Con)
From: [personal profile] el_tybs
Sam chuckles and lets himself be led. He's tired and sore, though obviously less so than Cyril judging by the sound of his steps. Sam shakes his head. I should probably help him with that when we get back.

He's... content. It's a feeling he's not had in a long long time and he feels his insides flutter a bit with how Cyril is holding his hand. So when Cyril says he has to go it tosses Sam for a loop.

"Wha-?" There's a kiss, and then nothing. In a span of a blink all the warmth is gone and he's alone.

Date: 2015-10-18 04:14 am (UTC)
el_tybs: Evan Antin (Sam_Wonder)
From: [personal profile] el_tybs
"Oh." Sam replies dumbly, rubbing the back of his neck. He can tell Cyril is still trying to be encouraging, but Sam just doesn't feel it.

He really is inexperienced at this.

He doesn't know Dalish either. "Ah... thanks?"

Date: 2015-10-18 04:37 am (UTC)
el_tybs: Evan Antin (Sam_GlanceR)
From: [personal profile] el_tybs
Sam starts to raise a hand, but stops. Slowly he crosses it over to grip his other arm and watches as Cyril disappears into the darkness. "Bye."

He stands there for some time before eventually turning to walk back to the tavern. And back to the seat at the bar.