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[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 suppose it'll depend on what kind of survival techniques you plan on teaching me. One-on-one," he says back with a grin of his own. "And I do hope you aren't referring to more extensive healing sessions because you didn't follow healer's instructions on resting that arm."

[samahl]

"You'd be surprised what I can do with one hand," Cyril responded, easily making it sound as lewd as possible.

[el_tybs]

Considering how their conversation had been going he should have expected the Inquisitor to say something like that. Well, to be fair, he did somewhat expect it, just in the way he said it. Sam finds himself a little wide eyed and his cheeks feeling a fair bit warmer.

"Oh?" It comes out like a question before he has time to really think about it. He is... curious, but also still trying to stay somewhat professional here.

[samahl]

Cyril raised his brow a bit. He seems a little more than amused. "Sure," he shares. He finds he really enjoys seeing this mage blush and wants to make it happen a bit more. "It only takes one skilled hand to pleasure myself, why wouldn't it be the same for being with another man?"

[el_tybs]

The mage finds his face getting a lot warmer after that, coughing lightly into a hand to hopefully cover that up. "I thought we were talking about survival techniques." After the short amount of time he's been with the Inquisitor he should have known something like that would happen.

Shortly after there is someone at the front of the ten clearing their throat before entering, nodding at Sam before addressing Cyril that the advisors requested his audience.

[samahl]

Cyril sighs a bit. "Duty calls," he says with a well put upon tone. "I hope I'll see more of you, Sam."

[el_tybs]

"I'm sure you will," he says back, brow raising at how Cyril's demeanor changed a bit when he had to go back 'on duty'. He had a sneaking suspicion this was going to be a long week.

ff a bit? not sure if you want to continue this?

[samahl]

Cyril does go and deal with the every day needs as the Inquisitor but the next day he is back in the healing tents. "I think I overworked my arm and might need it re-checked," he tells Sam, feigning innocence as he does.

ff works just fine

[el_tybs]

This time Sam is not as surprised when the Inquisitor walks in, but still plenty surprised - he wasn't expecting him to come back so soon. For a moment all the mage can is stare at Cyril, as if calculating how much of what he said was true. It is eventually followed up by a sigh and Sam shaking his head while motioning to the cot.

"Alright. Let's have a look at it. What were you doing with it?" Hadn't he said to let it rest?

Re: ff works just fine

[samahl]

"Paperwork," Cyril replied helpfully. "A very dangerous pasttime, I'm afraid." He smiled at Sam and moved to the cot. "I might need extra attention."

Re: ff works just fine

[el_tybs]

"Paperwork?" he repeats, still not quite sure if he believed that. Then again it was possible... politics seemed to have a lot of paperwork. Humming thoughtfully Sam brings his chair over and takes a seat in front of Cyril and holds out his hand.

"Alright, let me see it then." A pause before he gives Cyril a look. "Honestly you shouldn't be doing paperwork either. Magic can do a lot, but if you over do it there might be some things I can't fix."

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles softly, amused by the look that Sam is giving him. "I admit, I might be pretending the pain is worse than it is just to see a certain handsome healer again."

He's honestly very paranoid about not healing his hand. He's worried about using a bow again.

[el_tybs]

"Ah huh." Sam gives a snort at that - of course he had been pretending - but there is a bit of an upturn to his lips as takes Cyril's arm gently to see what condition it was in. "But there is pain it sounds like. I can give you some potions to help with that if you want, but you'll have to be extra careful. Thinking it doesn't hurt so much... I've had some others do more then they should have and got hurt again."

[samahl]

Cyril makes a slight face at that. "That sounds like no fun. I need this arm. I do a lot of good things with it."

[el_tybs]

"Yes, I'm sure it would be quite the disaster if you couldn't use it right." There a soft glow as Sam applies a bit of healing magic to it as he looks up to glance at the Inquisitor. "So it's very important that you follow instructions. Same with your advisors. I'm sure there is a lot you need to do with you being back, but the most important part is getting better."

After the glow fades away Sam slowly stretches Cyril's arm a bit until it is slightly uncomfortable. "Perhaps actually schedule some actual downtime. Sleep. It will help."

[samahl]

Cyril raises his brow a bit. "I used to be very good at that - relaxing and sleeping, I mean, but then I used to also be able to find humans to wear me out. Now I only ever see nobles who would call me all sorts of names if I slept with their sons."

[el_tybs]

Sam clears his throat slightly as Cyril talks about his... 'sleeping' abilities, still not used to someone talking about that aspect of their life so openly with him while working. "I'm sure they call you all sorts of names even if you don't," he jokes, though there is a frown on his face as he says it, since it probably is true.

"Just their sons?" Clearly he's heard the rumors, and Cyril hasn't given him reason to think that his preference was otherwise, but just so it was clear and he wasn't making assumptions. "Why would you want to sleep with their sons anyways?"

[samahl]

Cyril half shrugs, trying not to move his arm too much while Sam was working. "Why not? It's not like any one else is warming my bed." He smirks a bit, clearly teasing Sam. "Despite my offers and intense flirting."

[el_tybs]

Sam snorts at that, keeping his eyes down on Cyril's arm though catching the look on the elf's face out of the edges of his vision. He knows the Inquisitor is strongly referring to him when he mentions offers and flirting, but Sam is going to stand firm on the whole 'getting to know you better' first. It's... flattering - though he isn't going to say that out loud - that the Inquisitor is even considering him, but Sam isn't known to jump into anything half-assed if he can manage it. Too many burned bridges because of him being a mage and the Circles for him to jump blindly.

"You must be desperate then. Bedding those noble brats doesn't sound all that appealing. Not to mention the political fallout and scandals that would follow."

[samahl]

"That's exactly what I mean. Josephine strongly hinted that I should behave after the first one." After a moment, Cyril gets a little more serious. "People already question how a Dalish elf rose to power. I don't need to add to it by mixing in dark rumors of me sleeping my way through the nobility."

[el_tybs]

"I don't think rumors of someone with your power sleeping with mage rebels would be any better," he says, pointedly looking at Cyril at that. "Then just don't sleep through the nobility. Or others for that matter. Not everyone likes being slept through."

[samahl]

"I think I've made my support for the mages perfectly clear. Having a lover who was one might solidify that alliance," Cyril countered easily, grinning as he did.

[el_tybs]

"If that was the case wouldn't you need to find someone who had high standing among the mages?" A pause. "I would also think just having a dalliance with one our solidify anything."

[samahl]

"It doesn't have to be 'just a dalliance' if it's a man I enjoy seeing more than once," Cyril points out. "Maybe even one I make up excuses to see."

[el_tybs]

It takes a moment for Sam to realize he's staring, at which point he looks down quickly, lips thinning, knowing that his cheeks were probably some degree of red. "Well..." Maker, now what was he supposed to say? "Perhaps if the excuses continue even after your arm is healed... he'll consider it."