Darkest Timeline AU Flashback Meme

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DARKEST TIMELINE AU FLASHBACK MEME
Did you work out something for your character's darkest timeline AU that you love so much it would be an absolute crime not to be able to write it out for real? WHAT LUCK! This meme is here for all your flashback-from-the-future needs. It's also the place to display sad single-character vignettes, letters that were never sent to dead friends, and anything else your dastardly little heart desires. Go forth and suffer.

The contents of this meme do not count for AC. For AC, you must participate in the real logs for the event, which will take place in Cloudreach 9:48, or else continue your normal non-event RP in the present (Guardian 9:43). However, you can count log threads in this meme toward your rewards points for the month.

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9:45

[quietblade]

"Kadan!" Fuck, fuck, fuck. He knew he should have gone with them, but a qunari in Tevinter was not going to work. At least the elves could pretend to be slaves, but he stuck out like a sore thumb.

...but he hadn't been there for Cyril, and the look in the elf's eyes broke his heart.

"She betrayed us," Taas repeats kneeling down in front of the elf so he could more easily reach to check his face. They would need a healer for this, he's sure. "Breathe, kadan."

[samahl]

Seeing Taas makes Cyril feel furious and ashamed all over again. He feels guilt for having gone at all and put himself at risk and ruined the looks that he knows Taas likes so much.

He understands that Taas isn't going to turn on him for not being as perfect appearing, but there is still this vain part of his head that thinks of himself as damaged now.

He listens to what Taas says though and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he says after taking a moment to calm himself.

[quietblade]

He very carefully strokes Cyril's unharmed cheek, utterly gentle despite his size and strength. "Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. You are so, so strong, kadan. You did what you could. It's alright."

Taas worriedly frowns at the bandage. "Is anyone coming to look at that? How's the eye?"

[samahl]

"The blow missed the eye, thankfully," he admits. "They can't stop the scar though, it went too long without healing." He sighs a bit and tries to ignore the way his face hurts. "Mostly the healers have been concerned with helping the pain and stopping infection."

He leans a bit into Taas's touch, enjoying the comfort there and the reassurance that Taas isn't disgusted by him.

[quietblade]

"Good," he says softly, relieved to hear that Cyril wasn't going to be blinded on that eye. "I'm sorry, though. I wish I could have been there. I could have protected you."

He shakes his head a bit, leaning in to press a kiss on the elf's forehead. "I bet it will be a badass scar, kadan. You'll look sexy as fuck." Just a little bit of humor; it might be a painful scar for what it stood for, but if he could make Cyril look at it his way for a moment, maybe it would help.

Even if just a little.

[samahl]

Despite himself, that comment that Cyril will look sexy, makes him let out this little sound that might be a laugh or a sob or both of them mixed together. It makes his body jerk a bit with the relief that comes over him. A smile reaches his lips and tears come to his eyes - though they don't spill. He doesn't cry. He hasn't since his mother died. It's really just a sign that his entire body had been holding a tension he wasn't fully aware of and hearing Taas reassure him that he's still hot immediately releases that tension like a rubber band snapping.

He blinks away the blur in his vision and ignores the way the smile makes the bottom part of the wound protest. He places a hand on Taas's arm and then says, so softly he's almost sure that Taas would have missed his lips moving, "I love you."

Then, to make sure that Taas doesn't miss it he makes the one handed sign with his fingers to repeat it. The 'l' word has gotten a bit easier for him to say since Sam disappeared and he regretted not saying it enough to the mage.

[quietblade]

Taas smiles softly, leaning in to kiss the good side of Cyril's face, right over the eye as if he wants to kiss the held-back tears away. "I love you too" he says softly, his lips traveling to the elf's forehead. "...and I'm here. You can lean on me."

Physically, mentally. Any way he needed to.

"Do you want some food?"

[samahl]

Cyril closed his eyes a bit and let himself feel comforted by the kiss. Just the fact that Taas is there and strong and a foundation to stand on means everything.

"Yes," he says after a moment of just letting himself feel comforted. "That sounds like an excellent idea."

[quietblade]

The warrior smiles at that and heads for the kitchens with Cyril. He lets one big hand rest against the elf's back as they go, even if he only reaches the shoulderblades without leaning down. He's here, and while everything will never be alright, he's willing to try his best to make it so.

Finding something simple but filling for them both, he takes a seat. "We can draw a bath after this," he says while filling a mug with water. Easy, simple subjects to relax Cyril. If he wanted to talk, Taas would listen. If not, he'll just make sure his lover got everything he needed - food, a bath, sleep and support.

[samahl]

The physical contact does wonders to soothe Cyril and make him feel more relaxed. Even the pain in his face feels better with Taas there to look after him.

He sits with Taas and stays close, resting a hand on Taas's leg. He hums softly and smiles, though the expression is a bit muted to note pull up the skin on the broken part of his face.

That sounds great, he signs, because he remembers that he doesn't have to move his lips to talk to Taas. Seeing you naked always cheers me up.

[quietblade]

Handing the food and the water to Cyril, he wraps an arm around the elf so he could lean to him if he wanted to - or just enjoy the warmth. Keeping a close eye on his lover to make sure he ate something, Taas then smiles.

"I'll make sure to make your really happy later, then. Maybe I'll do some flexing." He's joking... well, a little.

"You guys didn't miss much here. Same old mess."

[samahl]

Cyril does lean into him and also sets about starting to eat. He mostly does so through the side of his mouth without the wound though, which looks a little awkward but at least he manages.

He does raise his brow with interest at the mention of flexing.

Now I'm going to be stuck with the mental image of your flexing for the rest of the day. I'm not sure if I should thank you or be annoyed.

[quietblade]

"Enjoy that thought," Taas says softly, smiling as he takes another bite of the food. "...when you've healed up more and feel up to it, I'll take care of you." There's a small pause, and a brief ache rakes at his heart. "Zevran... he taught me some nice things. Maybe it can help."

It's not certain if he means massages or sex... or both.

"Is everyone else alright in your group?"

[samahl]

Cyril's lips press together a moment at Zevran's name. He misses Zevran, but even more than that is the reminder of Sam. The two of them had disappeared together and their bodies had never been recovered. Both he and Taas had lost someone important in one swoop. It was an old ache now though, and the moment passed by focusing on Taas's question.

"Yes," he said. "Merrick is fine. Merrill is too." Then, after a moment. "She took Beleth's vallaslin. She ripped it right off her face using blood magic. It was scary, and also kind of neat." It was the least that Beleth deserved.