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]

Cyril shrugs after a moment. "The world just doesn't seem to be the type of place that someone would have thought up. Not unless they were really sadistic, and if that was the case they aren't worth worshiping."

[el_tybs]

"Well I haven't thought of it like that... Can't say I agree that there isn't someone with greater power though. Not that I believe that there a god or creator, but someone with a lot of power that got things going." Course it always seemed like it was a mage or someone with magic.

[samahl]

Cyril tilted his head a bit. "Really?" he asked, curious now. "What exactly do you mean? Like someone playing The Game really well, or something else?"

Lost The Game

[el_tybs]

"The game?" It takes him a moment to realize that Cyril means game with a capital 'G'; that Orlesian thing. "No, nothing like that. Something else... I suppose. Corypheus is a good example. He's no god, but he is a extremely power figure that has been able to rip the sky and Veil. Also a bit of proof that there is some merit to the stories of the Maker punishing those who trespassed. Even if there is no Maker... something or someone did that to him."

Dangit! .. Just lost it again!

[samahl]

Cyril presses his lips together before he can reveal that the object that allowed Corypheus to do that was elven. Instead, he focused on Sam's words. "So you think there might be a.... really powerful mage behind it all?"

[el_tybs]

The way Cyril presses his lips together isn't lost on him, but he takes it as some sort of worry based on the question being asked. "Maybe? Maybe not a mage, but something regarding magic. History seems to dictate that magic is always a factor in major points of our history."

[samahl]

"It is, isn't it? And yet humans seem to think of it only has a path to destruction. Never mind that the Hero of Felderan was a mage, or that he had two mages in his inner circle."

[el_tybs]

"People... tend to focus on the bad more then good most of the time." It's not just humans, but he's purposely trying not to make this a racial argument. "The Hero was also a Warden who saved them from a Blight, which seems to be enough to change people's opinion."

[samahl]

"Well that solves it then, you'll all just have to become Wardens. Elves too," Cyril replies, with the tone of someone who realizes he's saying something ridiculous to point how to silly the whole thought process is. "We'll both have to get used to darkspawn."

[el_tybs]

The look that comes over Sam's face expresses just how ridiculous the suggestion really is, but at the same time it does pull a small smile from the mage because of it. "That... wouldn't that just make Wardens less special then if we all became one? I don't think they'd be very happy with that."

[samahl]

"I know, it would be so much more difficult to be a secret and shadowy group when everyone joins," he replies and nods in a sort of pseudo-solemn way. "It's just a sacrifice they'll have to get used to."

[el_tybs]

"Secret and shadowy?" he asks, raising a brow. "They aren't really a secret... they're pretty well known. Perhaps secretive since they don't disclose how to become a member. I'm also... good with not becoming a Warden. Getting out of the Circle and joining the Inquisition is kind of enough."

[samahl]

"Sure," Cyril replied. "I don't think I'd want to be one either. That armor is not flattering."

[el_tybs]

"Not flattering in what way?" Okay, he'll bite, he has to know.

[samahl]

"In the chest, specifically. Those big wings in the shoulders? It would be a shame to hide all of this under that hardware." As he speaks he reaches out and puts a hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezes a bit, clearly enjoying what he feels.