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

[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?"

[el_tybs]

He knows what the Inquisitor meant when he said 'get to know each other' but he wasn't about to start down that path just yet. If he wasn't the Inquisitor it might have been a bit different, but since he was... well, he really didn't need word going around that he was using his position as a healer to get around.

"I ended up in Ostwick when my family went north. That was... some time ago."

[samahl]

Cyril seemed to consider that for a moment. "They tried to stay neutral, didn't they?" he asked. "Then there was a battle. I'm sorry that that happened." He seems pretty genuine about that too. It's well known that he supports mage freedom, so he seems to be regretful of the loss of life, not that the circle rebelled. "Did you have an opinion about the rebellion?"

[el_tybs]

At that Sam does turn to start putting away supplies.

"It was a long time coming. I'm still not wholly for it though. A lot of people got hurt, and it didn't exactly give mages the freedom they wanted. Thrust into a world without knowing how to deal with things outside the stone walls, being hunted and scraping for supplies? People are even more fearful of mages now as well and most want less to do with us then before. We're rather lucky you sided with us and gave us a place to stay."

[samahl]

Cyril nodded a bit at that, though he seemed a little troubled by the world that Sam was painting. "Do you know if there is anything else you need? Fiona tells me the general idea of how you are settling in, and I'm sure if there were big issues she would let me know immediately, but maybe there are smaller things that people don't complain to her about? Things they might tell a healer?"

[el_tybs]

Sam considers that for a moment, quietly wrapping up some bandages as he does so. "Warmer weather?" he asks, looking over his shoulder with a small grin. "I don't think you can control that though. I'm sure there have been reports about more blankets and warmer clothes to be supplied." Which was challenging since they had so many and the numbers kept growing.

"From the complaints I hear... I might suggest that perhaps setting up lessons for mages to learn skills for everyday life? Cooking, sewing, that kind of stuff."

[samahl]

Cyril's eyes lit up a bit. "That would be a fantastic idea! I could even help a bit, maybe share some survival techniques from a Dalish to the mages?" He could imagine that Cassandra would even be behind it, considering how annoyed she was over mages complaining at having to do work.

"It would have to be completely volunteer though. Part of what I'm trying to do is show that mages can make decisions for their own lives."

[el_tybs]

"Well I wouldn't make the classes directed at mages only. Favoritism and exclusion isn't going to help anyone get along, but I would certainly make sure that whomever is leading the lesson will be mage friendly." It wouldn't do well for one of them to take a class and being put in a corner now would it?

"Survival techniques. Think you'll be able to find time in that crazy schedule of yours?" From what he's seen, the Inquisitor was either off on missions or busy with sucking up to nobles.

[samahl]

"Well, considering that I'm going to be cooped up in Skyhold until my arm heals I might as well. Josephine will try to pack my time with talking to nobles and ambassadors. Spending time with a few handsome mages sounds much better." He grins at Sam. "Provided you're there and have friends who look as good as you."

[el_tybs]

Turning around, Sam raises his brows and crosses his arms over his chest. "Oh? Well what happens if I'm not there or the others aren't as good looking?" That's not mentioning that he doesn't know the specifics of what the Inquisitor finds 'good looking'.