justice_is_blond | Inbox for Fade Rift

It was.

[There's a short pause on his end.]

Would you like me to come over somewhere? I'd invite you here, but the Warden camp is tents and cots, not exactly conducive to... company.

Why don't I meet you at the gate of the castle and we can go somewhere more private.

I'll be there shortly.

[And sure enough, he's there a handful of minutes later, having made sure his cat was tucked safely away before coming up toward Skyhold. His voice is warm when he speaks again.]

Hello, Cyril.

[Cyril's smile is warm, and welcoming. He comes closer to Anders and then slides his arm around the other man's arm, holding onto it in a clear show that he doesn't mind touching Anders or being near him.]

Hello, Anders. [The use of the name is just as deliberate as the touching.]

[He is an affection sponge. Kind words do many things, smiles too, but touch, that Anders rarely gets enough of. Anders places his free hand over Cyril's, and smiles a little, starting to let down his guard. He's not wary because he's suspicious. It's just a hard instinct to kick.]

Shall we find somewhere a little more out of the cold?

[And out of the public eye.]

[Cyril nods and then takes Anders to his room. He's careful to avoid heavily populated places but he keeps his hands on Anders even when there are people around, even if it's just holding his hand.

When they get to his room, Anders find a big enough room but there are holes in the walls that Cyril and Merrick hung cloths over to help block out some of the cold. It still gets in a bit, though, so there are a lot of comfortable blankets on the bed.]

Why don't you get comfortable?

[It stands out that Cyril doesn't let go or pull away, and a good part of the stress he's feeling at the start of the walk has faded by the time they're in the room. Cyril's the first person to show interest who hadn't been interested before, who hadn't had the years of knowing him before the Chantry.

Despite all that's going on, this gives him comfort. He is still a person, even when he's known for all he is.]

Comfortable, hm?

[Cyril's been showing overt interest the whole way here, as Anders tried not to doom the elf to the disdain of everyone around them. Now, though, they're out of the public eye. He smiles and instead of walking to the bed, steps closer to Cyril and brushes some of his hair back gently, leaning in to place a feather-light kiss on his lips.]

The bed looks fantastic, but you look even more so.

[The kiss is more than welcome and Cyril tilts his head into it. As he does, his hand moves to settle on Anders' arm. When Anders pulls back to speak Cyril looks up at him with a small smile.]

I do try.

[There's so much truth in that. He tries very hard to look fantastic, even the tilt to his head is to make him look more enticing.]

You look pretty delicious yourself.

[He leans up into another kiss, this time it's stronger than the chaste little peck that Anders gave him.]

[He welcomes this kiss hungrily, starting to get very comfortable indeed as he loops an arm around the elf's waist and starts taking small steps backward toward the bed.]

I try as well. Sometimes.

[When Justice isn't too worked up, Anders can get away with doing a little work on his looks. Otherwise... Well. Today is a good day, at least.]

Right now I'm very glad I tried today. Now. Let's see how delicious you are, shall we?

[True to his words, this kiss starts with him sucking lightly on Cyril's lower lip.]

[Cyril hums happily as the kiss becomes a bit more involved. He likes people sucking and biting at his lips and this feels too good not to get some little noise from him. His arm moves around Anders and he holds onto him as they kiss.]

[That's a very nice noise, and Anders pulls the elf with him the rest of the way to the bed, breaking it to sit down and urge Cyril into his lap.]

Very, clearly.

[Cyril all but shines under the compliments. He's vain enough that having people comment pleasantly about him does wonders for him. He settles gracefully on Anders's lap and wraps his arms around the man's shoulders.]

We should taste more of each other then.

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