for sam

[samahl]

Inquisitor Cyril Lavellan had a bit of a reputation. He was kind and passionate and he played the Game with the best of them, but he also was known to be a bit of a flirt. He could often be seen flustering his military adviser and was never above charming nobles by teasing them. Enemies played up the rumors and made him sound like a hyper sexual elf who rose to power by bending over for the right people - never mind that he preferred men and most of the people who put him in power were women, or that they had done so because of his mark.

Despite his flirtatious ways, though, no one actually had reliable stories of taking him to bed. People assumed he and Dorian Pavus were lovers, but Dorian never said a word about the two sleeping together. Anyone who saw Cyril interact with The Iron Bull at the tavern might also assume the two of them were fucking, but again Bull never seemed to actually make it to Cyril's room.

Cyril was a flirt, but he was also very closed off. He considered people his friends, but he was extremely protective of his heart. He used to sleep around easily, but now with his position it felt like anyone who might be interested in him would care more about his throne. So he found himself falling uncomfortably into celibacy.

He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Then one day he was riding his Dalish All-Bred, a beautiful black and white horse, when the horse tossed him. It was so unexpected. The animal had had no problems riding close to Rifts and demons but a silly fennec had spooked it by running too near a fire and casting a long shadow.

He felt his arm break and screamed. Solas was there, as the mage had been travelling with him, as was Bull and Dorian. They had gotten him back to the Inquisition camp. Despite traveling with two mages, neither of them were spirit healers. They set the bone as well as they could and then made plans to return to Skyhold.

The moment he returned to the castle, Cyril went to the healers tents. He was grateful he had made the mages allies, it meant they were near to heal him.

Comments

[samahl]

"Does that mean I can ride other things?" Cyril asks. His eyes obviously lower and gaze at Sam's groin for a moment. "As long as we don't jerk around this arm? I mean, I do have a perfectly good one here." He waves his other hand.

[el_tybs]

Sam raises a hand to cough into, clearing his throat a bit after noticing the pointed gaze. Yes, he understood where the Inquisitor was going with that.

"Yes, I suppose if you wanted to, so long as you both are careful about the arm." It's obvious that the healer thinks the Inquisitor is talking about his lover, which ever one that might be. "I wouldn't push it though," he warns gently.

"Here, drink this. It should help with some of the pain." He offers the potion, taking his seat once again before lifting Cyril's arm gently.

[samahl]

Cyril drinks the potion and then focuses on the way that Sam gently touches him. With everyone else, this would be the moment he would pull away and be careful not to cross the line.

Maybe it's the pain making him weak, or the fact that Sam is so careful with him, or maybe just loneliness, but he doesn't pull away this time.

"It would probably be best if I was partaking in rides with someone who understood my condition then, hm?" he keeps his gaze on Sam's face now, wanting to see how he'll respond. "You, for instance, would be an ideal candidate."

[el_tybs]

He's very much aware of the fact that the Inquisitor was looking right at him. Even so he keeps his gaze down, trying to focus on the broken arm. It's pretty difficult.

He hums lightly in agreement that a partner who knew of the situation would be ideal. Was he really having a sex conversation with the Inquisitor? He's still trying to wrap his head around that when he's suddenly becoming a 'candidate'.

"Pardon me?" Finally looking up he blinks, though it's quite clear he had heard what was said if the bright red on his cheeks were anything to go by.

[samahl]

The blush is just too endearing. Cyril's brow raises a bit. "You don't seem terribly opposed to the idea of being with a man, otherwise you wouldn't be so flustered." He sounds a little amused as he speaks.

"Are you already spoken for? I'd hate to intrude on another person's relationship..." The potion is starting to kick in and making him feel better but also a little loopy.

"That is unless they're also male and would like to join in. It's been a while since I had a good threesome. At least as long as this thing has been in my hand." The anchor is in the arm that isn't broken and he raises it to show off the green glow. He considers it and then hums. "Hmm... maybe we hold off on the idea of hand jobs until I know for sure if this will affect my partner in any way."

He looks over at Sam again, just to see if he's given the mage a heart attack yet.

[el_tybs]

A heart attack, no, but he's certainly managed to turn him a shade of red, as well as leave him rather speechless. Part of it was still the fact this was the Inquisitor sitting in front of him. Another part was that the Inquisitor was asking him about sex, with him no less. Maybe?

Or was the Inquisitor simply using shock tactics on him to amuse himself while his arm was being patched up? That thought has the corners of his lips turning upward, but they quickly drop when he considers that the elf could seriously be asking him.

"Why me?" Had he just blurted that out? Seemed like it. He's surprised he's being propositioned truth be told..

[samahl]

Cyril looks over Sam's body. "Have you seen you?" he asks thoughtfully. "You're gorgeous."

Then, after a moment, he sighs. "I understand why you might not, though. I imagine I'm rather intimidating now. I used to be able to charm humans and sleep with them without a care, but now anyone I take to my bed is going to be the subject of rumor and gossip. I wouldn't want to drag you into that, not when all you're doing is being adorable and helping with my arm."

[el_tybs]

Once more he's quiet, listening intently to what the Inquisitor had to say, brow raising slightly through half of it. Even when he's done Sam doesn't talk, just quietly turns his eyes to the injured arm and starts to cast his healing magic.

"I suppose rumor and gossip would be something to consider," he eventually says a minute later breaking the silence. By now the flush has lessened and he's keeping his focus on Cyril's arm.

"I'm not exactly used to people coming into my tent and talking to me about anything outside of their injury. Much less fucking." After saying that Sam looks up for a moment before looking back down with a shrug. "Is that a serious offer?" That was probably the biggest thing here, not sure if it was just talk.

[samahl]

"I only ever made serious offers," Cyril replied. He offered Sam a small smile. "If you'd prefer to get to know each other first, I'll be stuck in Skyhold at least until my arm heals. I'm no use on missions without my bow."

[el_tybs]

"I believe I would like that, Inquisitor." After all he was going to have to see him for the better part of the week to get that arm fixed. Also getting to know Cyril as a person would certainly help him relax, seeing as right now he was just a powerful figure head at the moment.

"I'm going to recommend no overly strenuous activity if you want this arm to heal faster," he points out. "So a bow you said?"

[samahl]

Cyril nods. "That's right. I was a Hunter with my Clan before the Conclave and learned to use a bow at an early age."

[el_tybs]

"And now you're Inquisitor. That is certainly a jump." The last bit is said in the way of knowing the feeling. Well, he didn't know what being the Herald was like, but suddenly being thrust into a new life he did.

"You must miss your Clan."

[samahl]

Cyril has to think about that. "I miss... certain people," he admits after a moment. "I miss the freedom. I miss being able to do things without a care. I miss the smells and the feeling of wild dirt under my feet. But the Clan itself... That's a little different."

[el_tybs]

"Oh?" He leaves it there so that Cyril was free to elaborate on that if he pleased, but he was honestly curious to hear a Dalish not being in love with their Clan. Course he didn't know any other than the Inquisitor.

"I'd say you could take this time to enjoy the outdoors more but I suppose snow and rock wouldn't be as enjoyable."

[samahl]

"The garden here is nice," he says thoughtfully. "And my Clan and I had...disagreements..." He's quiet as he thinks about it. "I think that's why the Keeper sent me away."

[el_tybs]

Sam nods at that. Yes, the garden was pretty nice after all the work they've put into it, and it was a great supply of herbs for the infirmary.

"They sent you away? Is that why you were at the Conclave?" Really he wants to ask what kind of disagreements there were, but that seems like it would be too personal for just meeting.

[samahl]

"The Keeper told me it was to make sure the shem weren't going to destroy the world with their war, but I think it was also to send me away." He offers Sam a small smile.

"I was a danger, you see. I kept going off to find mercenaries to seduce. I was restless too. I always wanted something more than what I was given..."

[el_tybs]

The bit about going out seducing mercenaries certainly has Sam raising a brow. So the part about going out to seduce and charm humans has happening while he was in his Clan? Clearly that was a no-no.

"Becoming Inquisitor wasn't exactly what you were looking for though." He's guessing at that, but considering he's already mentioned not having 'freedom' there must be some resentment for his position.

[samahl]

"I thought that was why they offered it to me," Cyril pointed out. "I wasn't being power hungry."

[el_tybs]

"I suppose, but I meant that you were looking for something more and ended up with... this," he says, motioning slightly to his hand with the mark, though it's more the whole thing he's referring to. "Course you were given that as well."

[samahl]

Cyril's eyes narrowed a bit. "I wonder how loudly I have to say I'm not the Herald of Andraste before people start listening," he said, mostly to himself. But then he offered Sam a smile. "What about you? Were you one of Fiona's people or did you join up under different circumstances?"

[el_tybs]

"People only want to hear what they want to hear most of the time. Especially the Chantry." Mages have been yelling for a long time upon deaf ears, which was why they were in their current situation. Unfortunately he was probably going to be stuck with that title for a long time or the rest of his life.

"Ah... mostly circumstances. Mages in Fiona's group found me and took me in and I've stayed since it isn't safe going out on your own. Especially right now." Not with rogue Templars, bandits, Venatori and the like. "I think we'll stop here with the healing, give it a chance to set and take a break since progressive healing can put a strain on the body. There should be less pain, but continue not to use it."

[samahl]

Cyril nodded at that and took his arm back. He was going to be very careful with it for a while. "What about after healing? The whole 'getting to know each other' bit?"

[el_tybs]

Sam moves to get up to go get some new bandages for a splint and sling, but stops, raising a brow. "Aren't we getting to know each other now?"

[samahl]

"I think so," Cyril replies with a smile. "Which Circle were you in?"