[For the first time in this life, Cyril has the stray and entirely mad thought that maybe things under the Qun aren't all bad. He knows he could never believe that with all of his heart though - his need to define himself is too strong - but the idea of not feeling a pressure to get married and have children has some lure to it.
He keeps that thought to himself, never once wanting to admit even a stray fantasy like that to someone he knows is still trying to find out who he is without the Qun. It's easy to look past that thought too, once Taas starts going in about his smile and how the warmth he feels when they're together helps him recover from old scars.
He moves closer, presses his body against Taas, encourages him to put an arm around his body, though he's careful to still look up so that Taas can see his lips. He isn't really able to get as sappy himself, not because he doesn't feel that strongly but because putting words to it hurts too much.]
I wouldn't mind a reminder of all of that. [He admits after a moment and it's the closest he can get to admitting the feels the same.] The Inquisition means that either of us could die or be sent away for a long time. [After all, Taas had just returned from a journey like that.] Thedas means that either of us could die at any moment.
If you end up with a dragon tooth you could even split it three ways and give one of the pieces to Zevran too.
[Soon, they would have to have a very serious discussion about Cyril's dilemma. Not today, however.
Taas still believes in a lot of the Qun's philosophies. There was no poverty under the Qun, there was classism. Everyone had a place. Everyone was valued. Yet despite all that, he would never wish them forced on his kadan.
Cyril needed his freedom.
Slipping his big arms around his lover, the big qunari him pulls closer when prompted. Watching those beautiful lips, he reads what is said and nods softly. He could agree with it, really. They could die at any moment.
The whole of Thedas could be swallowed up by a crazed darkspawn and his pet archdemon tomorrow.]
Alright, kadan. [He places a kiss on Cyrl's brow.] I'll go slaughter a dragon as soon as I can.
[Cyril smiles despite himself and then leans fully against Taas. He doesn't have any more to say that he has to strength to put words to yet so instead he rests against Taas and enjoys the warmth and strength of his body.
He made it sound so easy, like going out to kill a dragon should be the simplest thing to do. But then saying the word 'love' and meaning it was supposed to be easy too, and Taas managed to do that while Cyril still fumbled and felt it catch in his throat.
He didn't have to think about any of that now, though, not with Taas there and alive and with him.]
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He keeps that thought to himself, never once wanting to admit even a stray fantasy like that to someone he knows is still trying to find out who he is without the Qun. It's easy to look past that thought too, once Taas starts going in about his smile and how the warmth he feels when they're together helps him recover from old scars.
He moves closer, presses his body against Taas, encourages him to put an arm around his body, though he's careful to still look up so that Taas can see his lips. He isn't really able to get as sappy himself, not because he doesn't feel that strongly but because putting words to it hurts too much.]
I wouldn't mind a reminder of all of that. [He admits after a moment and it's the closest he can get to admitting the feels the same.] The Inquisition means that either of us could die or be sent away for a long time. [After all, Taas had just returned from a journey like that.] Thedas means that either of us could die at any moment.
If you end up with a dragon tooth you could even split it three ways and give one of the pieces to Zevran too.
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Taas still believes in a lot of the Qun's philosophies. There was no poverty under the Qun, there was classism. Everyone had a place. Everyone was valued. Yet despite all that, he would never wish them forced on his kadan.
Cyril needed his freedom.
Slipping his big arms around his lover, the big qunari him pulls closer when prompted. Watching those beautiful lips, he reads what is said and nods softly. He could agree with it, really. They could die at any moment.
The whole of Thedas could be swallowed up by a crazed darkspawn and his pet archdemon tomorrow.]
Alright, kadan. [He places a kiss on Cyrl's brow.] I'll go slaughter a dragon as soon as I can.
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He made it sound so easy, like going out to kill a dragon should be the simplest thing to do. But then saying the word 'love' and meaning it was supposed to be easy too, and Taas managed to do that while Cyril still fumbled and felt it catch in his throat.
He didn't have to think about any of that now, though, not with Taas there and alive and with him.]