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.
"I have to meet my Clan," Cyril explains. He kisses Sam's cheek gently. "You'll be all right, Sam. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:07 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:11 am (UTC)He gives Sam an encouraging smile. "Dareth shiral."
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:14 am (UTC)He really is inexperienced at this.
He doesn't know Dalish either. "Ah... thanks?"
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:15 am (UTC)"You should probably get back too. Good bye, Sam." And with that, he moves to leave.
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Date: 2015-10-18 04:37 am (UTC)He stands there for some time before eventually turning to walk back to the tavern. And back to the seat at the bar.