I'll let you go back to work for now. I look forward to seeing you later.
[When Solas finally does arrive at Cyril apartment he had secured a supper and desserts. The food is mostly a collection of fruits, cheeses, bread, and meats. The desserts are small but decadent. It's things they can pick at while they play. The chess board waits. The apartment is warm and welcoming.
Cyril himself, though, doesn't feel entirely well. The magic lingering in his body is acting up. When the Anchor had still been in his body that had meant piercing light that harmed anyone in its way if not released.
Now that his arm is gone, it's a deep ache that flares up and makes his bones sore. He can't handle wearing the prosthetic when it's like that so when he greets Solas it's with that arm of his tunic pinned up.
He smiles and lets his friend in, trying to ignore the pain and pretend it isn't there.
It's Solas's magic, though, that taints him. Because of that, Solas can likely sense what's happening.]
( Solas has worked for the majority of the day, familiarizing himself with the sorting system the library employed, and reading what he could on this new place they found themselves in. Naturally, there was little solid information on the "program" that brought them here, but it allowed him to research, to find what he could.
When he arrives at Cyril's, he feels the magic pulsing within the other man, still painful, still brittle. He frowns, going past Cyril quickly, shutting the door behind him. He beckons the other man to sit, his hands passing gently over the arm that once contained the anchor as they move to a seat. )
Despite the Anchor's removal, I see traces still remain. Unsurprising, but unfortunate.
[Cyril shouldn't be surprised that Solas can sense the magic, but it still is a little unsettling when people can see through his efforts to hide pain.
He doesn't bristle too much, though, he simply comes over and sits with Solas.]
Yes. I think so. It will continue to do so until it kills me. Taking my arm bought me time, but it was no cure.
( His brow furrows, a tense look on his face as he inspects the arm. It was true, and unfortunate - something Solas knew as soon as he found his own Inquisitor riddled with the magic of the orb he used to carry. At the time, he had tried to swallow the guilt, to allow it due to necessity. But, it still stung, yet another mistake he had made.
Solas passes a hand over Cyril's arm, giving it a shot of cooling healing magic as he calms the nerves, settling the magic still coursing through the arm. )
There. That should calm it for a while. Please tell me if it becomes active; it is not too difficult for me to control at the moment.
[There is a bitter part of Cyril's mind that thinks if Solas could soothe the pain so easily, then why would have left him there to deal with it, but he shoves that aside in favor of gratitude.
The magic feels wonderful and easies his night considerably.]
Thank you. I will.
Though, this is not what I wanted to talk to you about. Perhaps we should get settled in for our game?
[Cyril seems fine, but he's very good at moving through pain. He's graceful by nature. Solas has a sense of the magic in Cyril though and it's at least quieted for now.]
Feel free to eat while we play? [He gestures to the food laid out by them as he sits.]
( Solas notes that quiet in the magic, glad to see it calmed. He waits for Cyril to sit before he sits himself, beginning to look curiously at the food - and naturally take a cake first. )
Thank you, it is very kind. ( He takes a look at the board, motioning to it for Cyril to take the first move. ) What is it you wished to speak of with me, then, if it is not the Mark?
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I shall see you later this evening.
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I would hope the me you are familiar with has similar tastes in food.
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Tiny cakes?
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> to action?
I'll let you go back to work for now. I look forward to seeing you later.
[When Solas finally does arrive at Cyril apartment he had secured a supper and desserts. The food is mostly a collection of fruits, cheeses, bread, and meats. The desserts are small but decadent. It's things they can pick at while they play. The chess board waits. The apartment is warm and welcoming.
Cyril himself, though, doesn't feel entirely well. The magic lingering in his body is acting up. When the Anchor had still been in his body that had meant piercing light that harmed anyone in its way if not released.
Now that his arm is gone, it's a deep ache that flares up and makes his bones sore. He can't handle wearing the prosthetic when it's like that so when he greets Solas it's with that arm of his tunic pinned up.
He smiles and lets his friend in, trying to ignore the pain and pretend it isn't there.
It's Solas's magic, though, that taints him. Because of that, Solas can likely sense what's happening.]
>to action!
When he arrives at Cyril's, he feels the magic pulsing within the other man, still painful, still brittle. He frowns, going past Cyril quickly, shutting the door behind him. He beckons the other man to sit, his hands passing gently over the arm that once contained the anchor as they move to a seat. )
Despite the Anchor's removal, I see traces still remain. Unsurprising, but unfortunate.
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He doesn't bristle too much, though, he simply comes over and sits with Solas.]
Yes. I think so. It will continue to do so until it kills me. Taking my arm bought me time, but it was no cure.
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Solas passes a hand over Cyril's arm, giving it a shot of cooling healing magic as he calms the nerves, settling the magic still coursing through the arm. )
There. That should calm it for a while. Please tell me if it becomes active; it is not too difficult for me to control at the moment.
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The magic feels wonderful and easies his night considerably.]
Thank you. I will.
Though, this is not what I wanted to talk to you about. Perhaps we should get settled in for our game?
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Yes, I would enjoy that, if you are feeling well enough.
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I warn you I'm not as good as you or Bull, but the Commander helps me at least remember the rules.
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I shall keep that in mind, then.
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Feel free to eat while we play? [He gestures to the food laid out by them as he sits.]
And I have wine.
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Thank you, it is very kind. ( He takes a look at the board, motioning to it for Cyril to take the first move. ) What is it you wished to speak of with me, then, if it is not the Mark?
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I wanted to talk to you about this place. The requirements of this culture.
They've been very clear that if we do not contract with a partner, they will assign someone to us.
Have you found anyone you are willing to pair with?
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No, not yet.
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If you'll have me.
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...Is that wise? You know who I am, beyond the apostate. Is inviting the Dread Wolf into your den a decision taken lightly?
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And aren't you tired of pretending to be someone else?
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I have never pretended.
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That was poor wording. You were always Solas and saying otherwise isn't fair.
But you often lied by omission, my friend.
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It is not a decision to be made lightly, especially here.
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That's why you can take the time you need to consider it and why I wanted to offer now, rather than shortly before their deadline.
And I asked you here to play a game to give us something to do in the meantime.
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