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[quietblade]

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A Gift In the form of Ambrosia

[equanimiti]

[There's a letter attached to what seems to be a finely crafted brown leather satchel of Orlesian origins carrying two tall bottles of aged red wine. The bottles are dark, nearly black, in hue featuring a stark white label written by a steady hand. Taashath is bound to be quite satisfied with this brand of wine since Sauveterre brought these hen he traveled to the capital city if Orlais years ago.]


Taashath,

Eat, drink, and be merry, dear friend.

-

Sincerely,
Alayre Sauveterre

Hours before the soirée

[mythalenaste]

Taas? Could you take Cyril to the soirée? I was going to, but...that changed. I'm going with someone else, and you and he would have so much fun.

[quietblade]

Me?

[Pardon his confusion.]

I'd love to. I wasn't sure if qunari were welcome.

[mythalenaste]

I'm sure qunari gentlemen are perfectly welcome. Consider it a chance to teach them better.

[quietblade]

Gentlemen. Fuck, I don't have a shirt.

[mythalenaste]

What do qunari wear for official, formal, froo-froo events, then?

Action - post Twisted Fate Mission

[ombranera]

[ Seeking out Taas after, admittedly, not spending as much time with him as he had in the past feels a little odd. That it feels odd makes it more odd and Zevran is not half as confident or certain in himself when he sidles up next to Taas, all leather wrapped innocence, a bottle of brandy in one hand and a sketchbook in the other. He nudges his friend's arm to announce himself, waiting until he has Taas' eyes to speak. ]

Good evening, Uragano.

[quietblade]

[ The qunari turns, smiling softly at the elf when he sees who it is. It had been a while since he had spent time with Zevran, and it had been gnawing him a bit, making him worry that he had scared the elf off after he had lost control. If they ended things, he preferred it to be on good terms.

Here he was, though, looking all confident with a bit of that fine brandy in his hand and the nickname on his lips. ]

Hello, kadan. How are you doing?

[ombranera]

I have been well, and yourself?

[ There's a falter at the name- a flush he cannot quite repress but-

No. Cyril. It is not quite so epic and obvious and complicated and blatant as what is between The Iron Bull and Dorian- but there are threads here he would not cut. Tug now and again, yes, but- it is not for him.

Even if he wants them.

Zevran clears his throat and offers the bottle with slightly more assured smile. ]

I was hoping we could talk? And that I might sketch you.

[quietblade]

I'm doing well. It's been calm lately, and I've started sparring with the troops again.

[ Taas smiles, gently putting a hand on the elf's waist - affectionate, steadying. Just a reminder to Zevran that this is okay. The elf seemed a little apprehensive, after all. ]

Brandy and your company? You spoil me.

[ He starts gathering his things together and moves his maul a bit. ]

Come, sit. You want to sketch me, too? That's a new one.

[ombranera]

Ah, you should have told me! I would have liked to watch.

[ Perhaps he'd see Taas do that one marvelous trick with the ax that had him wondering if he could bed him that day they first met. Hands so steady and strong-

and gentle upon his waist. Despite himself he flushes further, tucking himself in close for a moment to lean against Taas. Just- to steal another moment like this before he gives it up entirely. Much as he thinks Cyril and Taas to be better suited- he's selfish. He cannot help it. ]

I have done so by memory a few times but not from sitting with you. Do you mind?

[ He uncorks the brandy and pours out two glasses- not in the same fine porcelain cups as before since they were out and about, but still well crafted in silver. He even spares a moment to flip through the sketchbook as he sits, turning it so Taas might see a striking image in shades of grey of himself in his Vitaar, Dragontooth Maul in midswing. All power and precision. ]

Action - After Antiva

[ombranera]

[ The night after his return from Antiva Zevran wanders about until he is able to find Taashath. After how well the conversation with Mia went he feels...slightly more confident in giving this gift.

Not a great deal, but. Confident. ]

[quietblade]

[Seeing Zevran, Taas' face softens a bit and he puts down his half-hearted attempt to mend a hole in his bedroll (most likely horns being the culprit).]

Hey, kadan. What can I do for you?

[ombranera]

I have a gift for you, Uragano.

[ It's a simple, wrapped thing. An armcuff wrought in gold with a glass inset. a golden lock of hair coiled behind. ]

A belated Summersday gift, made by one of the most skilled Antivan Goldsmiths- he did not believe me when I told him of how large I needed this to be, we do not often have Qunari in Antiva City but I assured him and it ought to fit? I think it shall fit, I took great pains to be certain that it will suit you.

[quietblade]

[He gets up at that, curious and with a little smile on his lips. A gift?]

I... shit, Zevran. It's amazing.

[Taas hates the fact that he's not that good with words, but maybe his speechlessness is just flattering in this case. Grinning, he holds out his arm so that the elf can put it around one swelling biceps.]

I don't think I've ever gotten such a gift before. It's usually armor and weapons.

via raven, unless he is in halamshiral, in which case it's delivered by hand C:

[eviscerates]

Dear Taashath,

Thank you so much for joining in the giant snow battle. Your team was amazing.

As well as having a tab all organised at the tavern for when everyone is back from Orlais so you can all catch up and relax, please find enclosed an extra prize. It should keep you safe from any nasty chills, and give your attacks a little extra oomph. Everyone in your team is getting one, so you can always remember that you’re all a lot cooler than the rest of us. Sorry it took so long to get it to you, I needed to visit this place in Orlais to get it organised.

Stay awesome.

Best regards,

Ruby


( Enclosed there is a silver ring, with a yellow band running through it that looks like it could be crystal and catches the light.

The ring is cool to the touch, and provides a little boost to ice attacks, or adds an ice element to any weapon wielded while the ring is worn. The ring will also add some protection against cold attacks. It isn’t a super duper powerful ring, but it will give a bit of an edge in a fight, or just make any future snowballs hella hardcore. Damn, son. )

sometime when they're alone.

[samahl]

Do you know anything about Metaari? [He doesn't want to assume that all of the Tal-Vashoth and Vashoth of Skyhold know each other.]

[quietblade]

Metaari? Hm, not much. Seems like a nice guy, though. We talked a few times.

[samahl]

He gave Merrick a dragon tooth. [The expression on his face makes it clear he knows what that means.]

[quietblade]

Oh. [He's silent for a moment, and then rubs the back of his head.] I heard a little about that when I was a kid. I never really thought anyone did that any more.

[There's another pause.]

Do you want one?

Sam, Taas, and Cyril [in person]

[samahl]

[Sam and Cyril are both still taking sign lessons and occasionally they attend together. During this lesson, Cyril seems to be expecting something from Sam but when it doesn't happen right away.]

You know, Sam wanted to ask you something, Taas. [He might as well start the conversation now rather than waiting for Sam to do it.]

[el_tybs]

[He is in the process of figuring out the movement of a new sign when Cyril suddenly speaks up. Sam blinks and looks at Cyril. He did?]

I do?

[His eyes widen when he suddenly recalls what Cyril is referring to. Oh... he does.]

Aaaum... do- How do you sign to someone... that you want to sleep with them?

[Well not exactly what he actually was going to ask.]

[quietblade]

[Taas looks amused at the sudden switch in the teaching subject, and he takes a moment to look at Sam before he replies.]

Well, it depends on how blunt you want it. 'Do you want to fuck' is a little different from smoothly suggesting to share a bed.

[He's still gonna show how to sign the first part, however. It's a gesture of inviting hands and then victory signs used as bunnies boinking each other. Because of course it is.]

[samahl]

[Cyril chuckles a bit at the signs.]

Well, that's nice and blunt. I like it.

[Letter]

[gatheringstorm]

Whenever you're not busy punching statues in the face, want to meet up? I think we could both use a few drinks and some venting time. If you're not up to checking out the Hanged Man, then at least meet me where everyone's housed and I'll keep a few bottles handy. Whether you want the good stuff or just the strong stuff, I've got you covered.

Korrin