Well, as soon as we get the Dales back from Orlais, we'll have to look into that.
[So, depressingly enough: never.]
I know that story! [He's delighted, grinning widely. Adasse knows a Dalish story!] Keeper Lanaya was at Arlathvhen, when you were, and she was Zathrien's First back then. According to them, it all happened, werewolves and all, and Zathrian was Keeper for all that long time they weren't heard from. There's talk of putting the lot of it into the annals, you know.
...but then some think it's too dangerous to risk encouraging that kind of thing. That forest is full of Sylvans.
Well it's more, not to antagonize the spirits there. Those Sylvans all used to be Dalish elves, the stories say. So, maybe it's time we all gave the Brecellian a rest?
[He's still smiling, despite Adasse's disquiet, and shifts higher again in his arms. There's an unaccustomed hesitation there, yet again, leaning in as if to ask for permission, and depositing only a small and gentle kiss when it's granted. But, kiss finished, Sorrel doesn't pull away. Instead he presses in again across that small distance, kissing him again and leaning his weight on his elbows so that repetition turns that simple, chaste touch into something more intimate, and much warmer. It's another kind of story, like a seed growing into a sprout, putting down roots, and opening to the nourishing heat of the sun. Sorrel sighs, pure satisfaction, and eventually draws back enough to acknowledge the futility.
They're both too tired to take this anywhere, pure physical weariness and the traumatic ghost of the day combining to kill any such physical reaction. Even if his affection for Adasse is still a hot little flame in his gut, it's just not meant to be.]
You're boring today. [It's an obvious lie. Sorrel is, in this moment, completely absorbed in gazing at Adasse, as if to get him down by memory.] No werewolves, no abominations, no chantry explosions. What else?
Oh I suppose so ... I mean, if we have to give a haunted forest a break, Brecllian probably earned it. At least they closed off the spooky shit in the Black Marshes.
[Adasse drawled out, and he feels something in his chest ease a little more, with Sorrel curling into him. It always makes him feel like he's both protector and protected, when Sorrel holds him like this. Then there's those kisses, and each one of those kisses draws Adasse further and further from his wordless fears and into the intimate glow of Sorrel's affection and care.]
If you want me to be more interesting, tell me to steal something, darlin'. [He drawled, cracking open one eye with a smirk, before his brown eyes lit up.] Oi, forgot to tell you. I made one of my old jumps today. Clean, didn't fall at all.
You really must be recovering, if you're that far. [Sorrel lights up at the idea. No more pain, no more soothing unnecessary bruises every evening, and... and Adasse could be happy and free as he ought to be, climbing around like the bloody stupid squirrel he is.] That's so good, vhenan. And here's me, still getting out of breath on the stairs sometimes. I ought to learn to work as hard, so I can be as well-fit as you.
[Sorrel did not smirk. He meant to, but wickedness turned the expression, very decidedly, into a grin.]
...Steal something, then.
[Let it never be said he doesn't know better. Not that it ever stops him.]
Well, most of it was adrenaline, but after that ... honestly I've been better today physically than I've been in weeks. Thinking maybe I just needed a push. [He smiled warmly up at Sorrel, rubbing his cheek.] Hey, we could go for more runs, you and I.
[Sorrel blinks widely. Relaxed as he'd been, he hadn't quite been expecting that, and forgetting his question at first... he giggles, and blushes like an elf half his age.]
You're a menace [said in the same fond terms he uses to insult Cyril] I ah...
[Creators, give him a moment here. He needs to catch his balance. Right.]
Back at home, with the clan, we slept together always, Beleth and I. When you're little, it's everyone in a pile, like a bunch of puppies, but then you get older and it's more... I don't know. People pair off, and find their families, not even pairs of lovers, most times, though it does happen. When Beleth left, I was alone...And... that was hard. [More than merely hard, the way he lingers over the moment.] I always wondered if it was different for city elves. Or, maybe if you just... only slept with your lovers? Was that how it was, for you?
I am ... a thief and a menace, troublemaker and all around rogue.
[Adasse smirked, and leaned up to whisper in Sorrel's ear.]
And you love it.
[They might both be too tired to do anything -- but Adasse would be rested sooner or later.
He did pull back to consider the questions - and the past.]
Well ... it really depended how poor you were. Some of the better off city elves - they have their own beds, or beds they only have to share with one or two. For those like me - I remember cuddling up in piles of at least ten other orphans. Trying to stay warm in the bitter months.
When I got older - Harlan and I had our own place. We'd sleep together for warmth and comfort, but nothing else. I ... didn't sleep with my lovers until I joined the Inquisition. Didn't trust anyone I slept enough for that.
[Sorrel smiled, in that soft, beatific way of his, and uncurled so that he could reach and lay one blanket-warmed hand on Adasse's cheek.]
Good. You weren't alone. That's.... It's kind of messed up, isn't it? I feel like I ought to be jealous. [He laughs, a little bitter, but in relief as much as the obvious self-deprication] But I'm just happy... That you weren't all alone.
[The way Sorrel had been, separated from Adasse and Beleth both, when he had returned to the clan. All alone, with his sorrow and his demons, in the dark.]
[Adasse felt his heart thump harder at the sight of that smile. That smile got him every single time. He rubbed his cheek against Sorrel's hand like a cat, even as he shook his head a little.]
The only time I was ever alone was when I was abandoned on the side of the road to die by two human servants, back during the Fifth Blight. Even then, that was only for a few days until I was found, and brought to Kirkwall.
[It's a brittle thought, like a nail put through an egg. Sorrel's smile falters, then fades, and he sighs; the day rises up in memory like bile, Sorrel's own panting terror stalking the halls, the low background of screams carrying through floors, and windows. Adasse's trembling courage, bright-eyed, pale of cheek, but determined for Sorrel's sake. Gods, what a monster he'd been to ask it of him.
I don't desrve you, Sorrel thought, not for the first time, and presed a kiss against Agasse's collarbone. He doesn't know what to say to that.]
[Adasse winced at the way Sorrel's face fell - why did he do this? Why did he open his big mouth and ruin everything? He sighed and dragged his fingers through Sorrel's hair again.]
The longest. I am glad it's ending here, with you.
[It's an apology, that caress, and Sorrel accepts it without words, closing his eyes and trying to let the ache fall away, as much as it can. His smile, when it returns, is his own apology, for taking it to heart, for being so easily sorrowed. Kirkwall wears on him, and it's hard to recover, when he stumbles. But he isn't alone.]
I love you.
[Half-unintentional, a broken whisper, the simple truth. But he needed Adasse to hear it, to know it for the reality of the world, and no fade-shadow or dream.]
[Adasse smiles at that - big, broad and warm, as his hand moves through Sorrelean's soft auburn hair once more. He curved his fingertips around Sorrel's ear, stroking gently as he whispered.]
I know you will, sweetheart. I know I'm safe, as long as I'm with you. You're my home, darling. My harbor.
I'm a lot of things, lately. [He's teasing, if teasing can be a tone even when it's mumbled into the dark over one's heart.] I like... when you're my Emerald Knight. Maybe if Coco was... one of those giant nugs. With Halla horns?
[That's a thought. Coco with halla horns, carved in whorls and peaks, lovely and deadly both. Though, Sorrel can't imagine Coco killing anything; he reaches up to stroke Coco's soft pink hide where he lays, curled up on what is technically Sorrel's pillow.]
Hey, Adasse? Can we...maybe look for a house outside the Gallows? I need to be here most of the time, I just... I...
[It's easier to voice fears in the dark, where he can't see if he's being judged or not. Even so, he struggles for words, stuttering along in fits and stops.]
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[So, depressingly enough: never.]
I know that story! [He's delighted, grinning widely. Adasse knows a Dalish story!] Keeper Lanaya was at Arlathvhen, when you were, and she was Zathrien's First back then. According to them, it all happened, werewolves and all, and Zathrian was Keeper for all that long time they weren't heard from. There's talk of putting the lot of it into the annals, you know.
...but then some think it's too dangerous to risk encouraging that kind of thing. That forest is full of Sylvans.
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[Cheery thought, that.]
Really? [He brightened at that, before he sobered.] ... yeah let's not encourage making more werewolves. Seems like a poor idea.
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[He's still smiling, despite Adasse's disquiet, and shifts higher again in his arms. There's an unaccustomed hesitation there, yet again, leaning in as if to ask for permission, and depositing only a small and gentle kiss when it's granted. But, kiss finished, Sorrel doesn't pull away. Instead he presses in again across that small distance, kissing him again and leaning his weight on his elbows so that repetition turns that simple, chaste touch into something more intimate, and much warmer. It's another kind of story, like a seed growing into a sprout, putting down roots, and opening to the nourishing heat of the sun. Sorrel sighs, pure satisfaction, and eventually draws back enough to acknowledge the futility.
They're both too tired to take this anywhere, pure physical weariness and the traumatic ghost of the day combining to kill any such physical reaction. Even if his affection for Adasse is still a hot little flame in his gut, it's just not meant to be.]
You're boring today. [It's an obvious lie. Sorrel is, in this moment, completely absorbed in gazing at Adasse, as if to get him down by memory.] No werewolves, no abominations, no chantry explosions. What else?
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[Adasse drawled out, and he feels something in his chest ease a little more, with Sorrel curling into him. It always makes him feel like he's both protector and protected, when Sorrel holds him like this. Then there's those kisses, and each one of those kisses draws Adasse further and further from his wordless fears and into the intimate glow of Sorrel's affection and care.]
If you want me to be more interesting, tell me to steal something, darlin'. [He drawled, cracking open one eye with a smirk, before his brown eyes lit up.] Oi, forgot to tell you. I made one of my old jumps today. Clean, didn't fall at all.
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[Sorrel did not smirk. He meant to, but wickedness turned the expression, very decidedly, into a grin.]
...Steal something, then.
[Let it never be said he doesn't know better. Not that it ever stops him.]
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[He paused, then he smiled wickedly.]
Yeah? What should I steal for you?
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[He laughs, and turns his face into Adasse's touch like an affectionate cat.]
Remember the first time you asked me that? Not in so many words, of course. I thought you were joking.
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[He grinned broadly, stroking his fingers along his jaw.]
You should know better. I'll steal you whatever you want, you know.
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[And he suits deed to word by settling in more securely, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure.]
Can I ask you something odd?
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[Adasse leaned up and stole a kiss, smiling warmly.]
Ask me anything at all.
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You're a menace [said in the same fond terms he uses to insult Cyril] I ah...
[Creators, give him a moment here. He needs to catch his balance. Right.]
Back at home, with the clan, we slept together always, Beleth and I. When you're little, it's everyone in a pile, like a bunch of puppies, but then you get older and it's more... I don't know. People pair off, and find their families, not even pairs of lovers, most times, though it does happen. When Beleth left, I was alone...And... that was hard. [More than merely hard, the way he lingers over the moment.] I always wondered if it was different for city elves. Or, maybe if you just... only slept with your lovers? Was that how it was, for you?
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[Adasse smirked, and leaned up to whisper in Sorrel's ear.]
And you love it.
[They might both be too tired to do anything -- but Adasse would be rested sooner or later.
He did pull back to consider the questions - and the past.]
Well ... it really depended how poor you were. Some of the better off city elves - they have their own beds, or beds they only have to share with one or two. For those like me - I remember cuddling up in piles of at least ten other orphans. Trying to stay warm in the bitter months.
When I got older - Harlan and I had our own place. We'd sleep together for warmth and comfort, but nothing else. I ... didn't sleep with my lovers until I joined the Inquisition. Didn't trust anyone I slept enough for that.
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Good. You weren't alone. That's.... It's kind of messed up, isn't it? I feel like I ought to be jealous. [He laughs, a little bitter, but in relief as much as the obvious self-deprication] But I'm just happy... That you weren't all alone.
[The way Sorrel had been, separated from Adasse and Beleth both, when he had returned to the clan. All alone, with his sorrow and his demons, in the dark.]
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The only time I was ever alone was when I was abandoned on the side of the road to die by two human servants, back during the Fifth Blight. Even then, that was only for a few days until I was found, and brought to Kirkwall.
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I don't desrve you, Sorrel thought, not for the first time, and presed a kiss against Agasse's collarbone. He doesn't know what to say to that.]
It's... been a long day, huh?
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The longest. I am glad it's ending here, with you.
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I love you.
[Half-unintentional, a broken whisper, the simple truth. But he needed Adasse to hear it, to know it for the reality of the world, and no fade-shadow or dream.]
I'll keep you safe, vhenan. Don't worry.
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I know you will, sweetheart. I know I'm safe, as long as I'm with you. You're my home, darling. My harbor.
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[That's a thought. Coco with halla horns, carved in whorls and peaks, lovely and deadly both. Though, Sorrel can't imagine Coco killing anything; he reaches up to stroke Coco's soft pink hide where he lays, curled up on what is technically Sorrel's pillow.]
Hey, Adasse? Can we...maybe look for a house outside the Gallows? I need to be here most of the time, I just... I...
[It's easier to voice fears in the dark, where he can't see if he's being judged or not. Even so, he struggles for words, stuttering along in fits and stops.]
...Today, I saw. Them. The... the ones who...