"I know what the rumours say," He said, chuckling, looking over at him with a lopsided smile. "But I've heard a lot of rumours about a lot of people and I find it's always easier to make my mind up about things."
Even if 'making up his own mind' meant hanging with dwarves for half a year.
His eyes kind of slid away, however, as if he was a bit too embarrassed to keep Cyril's gaze. "Or should I be terrified that you have a dastardly plan against me?"
"Oh I have plans to have something against you," Cyril countered, not even skipping a beat or blushing as he gets closer to being more obvious. "Though I'm not sure I'd call it 'dastardly' unless that's a creative innuendo the shems use."
"Ah, yes, Innuendo. I almost always miss that one. I think dastardly can mean a few different things, according to the shems, but to be honest I can't make heads nor tails of their innuendo anyway."
He stood up, stretching, mostly in an effort to hide the blush that was starting to become visible even on his darker skin.
"I was once told 'I'd like to climb you like a tree', which to be honest, doesn't actually sound particularly fun. Though what came after was. For the most part. The scarves were a bit confusing... Well! Come on then," He said, flashing a smile at Cyril before half jumping, half falling, and half skidding down the cliff face.
Cyril watched him speak with a healthy amount of amusement. Gavin was talking like someone who was desperately trying to ignore that he was being flirted with but failing at it and Cyril was all right with that. If Gavin had been human, Cy probably would have pushed a bit more, but with Gavin he just allowed the awkward oversharing.
Then Gavin literally jumped off the cliff and Cyril was shocked and worried at first. "Gavin!" he cried out a bit and ran to the cliff before seeing that trail that Gavin left as he skid and fell down the cliff.
A sigh escaped Cyril as he realized that Gavin would, characteristically, get out of that okay with just a few scrapes and bruises. He then moved around quickly to make his own way down the cliff. He didn't fall, too worried about scars when he could avoid them. Instead he quickly - and far more gracefully - climbed down.
"I'm alright!" He called back as he hit the bottom. The scrapes and bruises were par for the course, but Gavin barely even stopped moving, let alone complain. When in doubt - deflect and run. What better way to deal with anything that had the potential to be emotionally laden?
He pulled out his bow as he came to the crest of the hill, finally pausing to let Cyril catch up. If he could find something to shoot, that would be best - killing things was a good distraction - but the plains were oddly quiet.
Actually, they were too quiet. Usually he could at least see a few rams grazing. Where were they?
Cyril was starting to notice the quiet as well. Focusing on getting down from the cliff meant that he had to pay attention to something other than his desire to pin Gavin to the ground. The lack of wildlife was never a good sign. Gavin's fall should have scattered at least something living.
When he got to Gavin's side he reached for his own bow and looked around. He was quiet now, head tilted a bit so that he could hear things around him.
Gavin's attention was solely on their surroundings, now - his perpetual lopsided smile had disappeared into a frown of concentration.
There - just out of the edge of his vision - the slight movement of dark in the long grass. He raised a hand to Cyril and pointed to where he had seen it.
Then he notched an arrow, pulled up his bow, and drew the string back until the fletching was tickling his cheek - and let fly.
There was a loud yelp and then a curse. Cyril glanced at Gavin and then moved towards the noise, bow raised.
As they crossed into sight of the human they could see that Gavin's shot had somehow pinned him by his leather armor to the tree. It hadn't harmed him more than just a shallow cut on his arm as it had almost perfectly placed itself between his flesh and the leather. The man was using his free arm to attempt to tug the arrow out.
For a moment, Cyril was stunned by that accuracy. How could Gavin had seen that much detail when the man had mostly been hidden from view? It had to be luck that this man was still alive. That feeling, though, wasn't enough to distract him from the sight.
Humans didn't usually travel alone. One human meant others. The man's lightweight armor set him as much more than just a hapless villager who had wandered into the woods. He was the type of person they didn't want finding the camp, even more so if he had friends.
Still, he had a strong jaw and dark hair. If he bathed, he might not be completely repulsive. Cyril tilted his head a bit to get a better look at him while still listening for any sign of his companions.
Cyril was the younger one here so he was silent when the human noticed him. Bow still raised, he let Gavin be the first one to speak.
As much as Gavin was perfectly happy wandering into shems while on his own,
that did not extend as far as the camp. Especially not men who were more
likely to be bandits than someone who'd gotten themselves lost. The humour
was gone from Gavin's face now, as he notched another arrow, walking over
to the intruder.
"I don't appreciate an ambush," He said, his voice calm, "So if you've any
more friends out there, you'd best call for them to stand down. I would
hate for this arrow to go through your throat if I were surprised."
"No ambush," the human said. His accent was Fereldan. "I abandoned my 'friends' when they started plotting and ambush - against the village nearby. I was trying to warn them when I got fucking lost and you fucking savages attacked him."
Cyril's brow lifted a bit. His bow stayed just where it was. "How charming shems can be when they've been bested," he commented towards Gavin. His voice was sweet but his arrow was still pointed at the man. "It makes my heart flutter."
The human froze a bit at that, confused at the honey in Cyril's voice.
"Fucking savages," Gavin repeated, as if it were a term he'd never heard and was both surprised and intrigued by. He glanced over at Cy and gave him a roguish grin.
"What do you think, Cyril? Do you want him for a pet? Or should we skin him and take his hide back to make a new sail for our savage aravels?"
He was already looking around, scanning for any others, but they were alone.
"I think we'll take the warning from here," he cooed at the man, "So why don't you tell me where the rest of your little band of merry men are."
Cyril glanced towards Gavin at the question but only for a second, not enough to let the man get away with anything. He thought for a moment and then said, carefully.
"He's not pretty enough for either of those things, and I'm not so sure I want to walk all the way to the human village..." He wasn't about to counter Gavin outright and just suggest that they let him go, but the implication was there.
"They're coming down the opposite pass," The man explained, jerking at the
leather, getting significantly more afraid the elves were just going to
kill him out right. "I can get there long before they do, they won't - they
won't come anywhere near here, please--"
Gavin pretended to think about it, but then shouldered his bow, grabbed the
man's sword, and pulled the arrow that was pinning him free.
"Go on then. Go to the village. Don't think about diverting - I'll be there
in a little while, just to check, and you had better be there."
The man curse but nodded, vehemently, before running off. Gavin turned and
held out the sword to Cy.
"Well that was interesting. Here, want a souvenir?"
Cyril chuckled a bit and took the sword. "Not the human swords I usually care about, but I can at least show it to Merrick." He put up his bow and strapped the sword carefully to his body and then focused far more on the matter at hand.
"We need to see how close they are to the camp." He said and started to head towards where the human had suggested. Now was the time to be silent and careful.
Cyril would worry about that blush later. For now, he was too focused on ensuring their clan was safe. Later, though, he'd think about how cute it had been and how it had made him want to tease those ears.
For the moment, he sped up just enough to get there quickly, but as careful as ever to not make more noise than he needed. He was swift and careful.
They fell into silence, and didn't even startle the birds as they made their way through the brush, until at last they'd crested the hill. It was a good, long sight, but there was no sign of the brigands, save for the distant trail of smoke on the horizon. Gavin let out a sigh.
Cyril made a noise of relief as well and then chuckled softly. He was still more quiet than normal because there was a lingering sense of worry.
Once it settled a bit more he came closer to Gavin and put a hand on his arm. "Did you see that shem's face?" he asked. "He really thought you were going to shoot that arrow right through him."
Cyril returned the grin and got a little closer. "It was rather attractive, I have to say." His voice was still low, though now it was because it took on a more suggestive tone.
Gavin laughed again, the nervousness now about something else entirely. "Well, that would be new," He said, as if it was just an observation and not an obvious come-on.
"Good to know, I suppose. I should threaten people more often."
"Let's try to avoid situations where that's necessary, shall we?" Cyril suggested. Slowly, he took his hand back and stepped back a bit, giving Gavin a bit more space. He was trying not to feel too disappointed, he knew there were plenty of good reasons Gavin might not be interested.
"We should probably hunt... I'm sure they'll realize we haven't any meat to speak of."
He was both relieved, and strangely disappointed, when Cyril backed away. Relieved because he'd fucked up enough, when it came to his clan, and he did actually like being able to show his face there without it getting caved in, and disappointed --
Well.
That at least was obvious.
So, instead he just looked sheepish and embarrassed.
"Oh, you can always blame it on me," He said, wryly, half meaning something else. "It's usually my fault. Since I've got to go to the village, anyway."
Cyril shook his head. "We can blame it on the shems," he pointed out. "As it was their fault anyway."
He considered Gavin for a moment. "Or we could make up a story and try to amuse them. My stories tend to be very explicit though, perhaps you ought to think of it?"
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Date: 2015-09-30 04:42 am (UTC)From:Even if 'making up his own mind' meant hanging with dwarves for half a year.
His eyes kind of slid away, however, as if he was a bit too embarrassed to keep Cyril's gaze. "Or should I be terrified that you have a dastardly plan against me?"
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Date: 2015-09-30 04:50 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-09-30 04:59 am (UTC)From:"Ah, yes, Innuendo. I almost always miss that one. I think dastardly can mean a few different things, according to the shems, but to be honest I can't make heads nor tails of their innuendo anyway."
He stood up, stretching, mostly in an effort to hide the blush that was starting to become visible even on his darker skin.
"I was once told 'I'd like to climb you like a tree', which to be honest, doesn't actually sound particularly fun. Though what came after was. For the most part. The scarves were a bit confusing... Well! Come on then," He said, flashing a smile at Cyril before half jumping, half falling, and half skidding down the cliff face.
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Date: 2015-09-30 05:05 am (UTC)From:Then Gavin literally jumped off the cliff and Cyril was shocked and worried at first. "Gavin!" he cried out a bit and ran to the cliff before seeing that trail that Gavin left as he skid and fell down the cliff.
A sigh escaped Cyril as he realized that Gavin would, characteristically, get out of that okay with just a few scrapes and bruises. He then moved around quickly to make his own way down the cliff. He didn't fall, too worried about scars when he could avoid them. Instead he quickly - and far more gracefully - climbed down.
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Date: 2015-09-30 05:12 am (UTC)From:He pulled out his bow as he came to the crest of the hill, finally pausing to let Cyril catch up. If he could find something to shoot, that would be best - killing things was a good distraction - but the plains were oddly quiet.
Actually, they were too quiet. Usually he could at least see a few rams grazing. Where were they?
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Date: 2015-09-30 05:17 am (UTC)From:When he got to Gavin's side he reached for his own bow and looked around. He was quiet now, head tilted a bit so that he could hear things around him.
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Date: 2015-09-30 05:34 am (UTC)From:There - just out of the edge of his vision - the slight movement of dark in the long grass. He raised a hand to Cyril and pointed to where he had seen it.
Then he notched an arrow, pulled up his bow, and drew the string back until the fletching was tickling his cheek - and let fly.
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Date: 2015-09-30 07:50 pm (UTC)From:As they crossed into sight of the human they could see that Gavin's shot had somehow pinned him by his leather armor to the tree. It hadn't harmed him more than just a shallow cut on his arm as it had almost perfectly placed itself between his flesh and the leather. The man was using his free arm to attempt to tug the arrow out.
For a moment, Cyril was stunned by that accuracy. How could Gavin had seen that much detail when the man had mostly been hidden from view? It had to be luck that this man was still alive. That feeling, though, wasn't enough to distract him from the sight.
Humans didn't usually travel alone. One human meant others. The man's lightweight armor set him as much more than just a hapless villager who had wandered into the woods. He was the type of person they didn't want finding the camp, even more so if he had friends.
Still, he had a strong jaw and dark hair. If he bathed, he might not be completely repulsive. Cyril tilted his head a bit to get a better look at him while still listening for any sign of his companions.
Cyril was the younger one here so he was silent when the human noticed him. Bow still raised, he let Gavin be the first one to speak.
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Date: 2015-09-30 07:56 pm (UTC)From:As much as Gavin was perfectly happy wandering into shems while on his own, that did not extend as far as the camp. Especially not men who were more likely to be bandits than someone who'd gotten themselves lost. The humour was gone from Gavin's face now, as he notched another arrow, walking over to the intruder.
"I don't appreciate an ambush," He said, his voice calm, "So if you've any more friends out there, you'd best call for them to stand down. I would hate for this arrow to go through your throat if I were surprised."
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Date: 2015-10-01 04:36 pm (UTC)From:Cyril's brow lifted a bit. His bow stayed just where it was. "How charming shems can be when they've been bested," he commented towards Gavin. His voice was sweet but his arrow was still pointed at the man. "It makes my heart flutter."
The human froze a bit at that, confused at the honey in Cyril's voice.
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:13 pm (UTC)From:"What do you think, Cyril? Do you want him for a pet? Or should we skin him and take his hide back to make a new sail for our savage aravels?"
He was already looking around, scanning for any others, but they were alone.
"I think we'll take the warning from here," he cooed at the man, "So why don't you tell me where the rest of your little band of merry men are."
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:47 pm (UTC)From:"He's not pretty enough for either of those things, and I'm not so sure I want to walk all the way to the human village..." He wasn't about to counter Gavin outright and just suggest that they let him go, but the implication was there.
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:59 pm (UTC)From:"They're coming down the opposite pass," The man explained, jerking at the leather, getting significantly more afraid the elves were just going to kill him out right. "I can get there long before they do, they won't - they won't come anywhere near here, please--"
Gavin pretended to think about it, but then shouldered his bow, grabbed the man's sword, and pulled the arrow that was pinning him free.
"Go on then. Go to the village. Don't think about diverting - I'll be there in a little while, just to check, and you had better be there."
The man curse but nodded, vehemently, before running off. Gavin turned and held out the sword to Cy.
"Well that was interesting. Here, want a souvenir?"
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Date: 2015-10-02 01:50 am (UTC)From:"We need to see how close they are to the camp." He said and started to head towards where the human had suggested. Now was the time to be silent and careful.
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Date: 2015-10-02 02:59 am (UTC)From:"We should be able to see part of the other pass from up there. If we can't see them, then we're likely clear."
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Date: 2015-10-02 03:31 am (UTC)From:For the moment, he sped up just enough to get there quickly, but as careful as ever to not make more noise than he needed. He was swift and careful.
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Date: 2015-10-02 03:36 am (UTC)From:"Well that's a relief, at least."
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Date: 2015-10-02 03:39 am (UTC)From:Once it settled a bit more he came closer to Gavin and put a hand on his arm. "Did you see that shem's face?" he asked. "He really thought you were going to shoot that arrow right through him."
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Date: 2015-10-02 03:41 am (UTC)From:"Well, not sure I've ever been the focus of someone nightmares before, but I think I am now," He said, flashing Cyril a grin.
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Date: 2015-10-02 03:46 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-10-02 03:53 am (UTC)From:"Good to know, I suppose. I should threaten people more often."
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Date: 2015-10-02 03:57 am (UTC)From:"We should probably hunt... I'm sure they'll realize we haven't any meat to speak of."
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:13 am (UTC)From:Well.
That at least was obvious.
So, instead he just looked sheepish and embarrassed.
"Oh, you can always blame it on me," He said, wryly, half meaning something else. "It's usually my fault. Since I've got to go to the village, anyway."
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:26 am (UTC)From:He considered Gavin for a moment. "Or we could make up a story and try to amuse them. My stories tend to be very explicit though, perhaps you ought to think of it?"
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Date: 2015-10-02 04:29 am (UTC)From:He laughed, looking down at the valley again.
"Why do I think that would get me in even more trouble, somehow...?"
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