For Cyril- Stolen from On The Run Meme

[magicink]

Had it been the smartest idea in the world to try and harass a werewolf when you didn’t know which phase of the moon made them a big bag of fur, fleas, and crazy? No. He could admit that. Was it pretty hilarious to see a big raging wolf monster covered in hot pink paint? Definitely. Also the amulet he’d just stolen was going to be invaluable in furthering the cause. So as he ran for his life wondering just where his partners in crime had gone, he turned a corner and saw what could only be a strange portal. Even if he was an ‘enlightened one’ rather than a mere human, that big beast was bearing down on him fast. So he did the umpteenth reckless decision tonight and dove through it.

Barreling into an unfamiliar room, Julian collided with a smaller male form with enough impact to send them both sprawling to the ground and knocking the wind out of both their lungs. In fact, when he finally quite moving from the strange, magical momentum left his head spinning and threatening for a few extra seconds to make him black out. However, he slowly became aware of himself again and the highly inappropriate way he was laying on top of the curious but handsome stranger underneath him.

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[samahl]

When Cyril notices that Julian is turning pale he moves closer. He settles a hand gently on Julian's arm. "It's all right," he promises. "The Inquisition is an ally to all mages, including you."

Solas nods at that, though he still mostly seems impassive. "I can tell because I am connected to the Veil, and it is responding to your presence. I am a mage as well," he offers. He holds up a hand and calls a bit of flame to it before closing his fist and banishing it away. He mostly does it to put Julian at ease. "I have many questions for you," he admits after a moment. "And how you were able to travel through the Veil, but for now you likely need some time to settle in. I would also like to do some research into your situation.

Perhaps... we can meet later today?"

Cyril's hand hasn't moved from Julian's arm, though he seems to want Julian to answer.

[magicink]

"Y- you're sure?" He asked, finding it hard to believe that they were talking so casually about mages. Sure he could talk about it with his cabal back home, but they were the only ones. "Are they not a secret here?"

His eyes widen with surprise at the blatant use of magic and the ease at which Solas can use it. It was humbling that these two trusted him so much after knowing so little about him. Although it seemed only fair, he was obviously putting a lot of trust in them- his whole life in fact- but to risk Paradox if he were a sleeper...

He nodded at Solas' request. "Yeah, of course. I'll answer whatever I can. But I pretty much just leaped into the portal and came barreling out the other side.. into um.."

He glanced down and finally noticed that Cyril was standing close and had his hand supportively on his arm. The pretty man made him smile. "Thank you. Both of you. I'm really lucky to have found myself here." And after an initial glance in Solas' direction, however sincere, he was focused more on Cyril.

[samahl]

"I wouldn't be as sure about that," Cyril said. "Thedas is in the middle of some turmoil."

"Mages have only recently gained their freedom, as well," Solas explains. "Magic makes most humans here nervous. You can be open with what you are, but be careful."

Cyril grins up at Julian and wraps his arm around him. "Careful, yes. Hidden, no. I don't want people in this castle to feel as if they have to hide who they are."

Solas tilts his head in a gentle agreement and then begins to step away. "I'll leave you both to allow our newcomer to settle in. If you need anything, Inquisitor...?"

"Of course, my friend. Thank you for your help."

[magicink]

Why did humans always have to be the prejudice ones? It seemed that way in fiction and in his experience both. Either the sleepers couldn't handle anything that threatened their perception of reality or they had to go try to kill anything that looked different from them. It was exhausting and embarrassing that that race was his own. Sort of. He liked to believe he'd 'ascended' the race by becoming a mage, but that was only partially true.

His hand slides around Cyril too as he gets even closer. He was getting more distracted from the very kind other elf. Just as Solas left, Julian's hand went to downward to squeeze one of Cyril's ass cheeks briefly. Turning in his arms so he was facing him, he touched the pretty elf's face gently. "You're a dangerous little thing, aren't you? Think I can see what's under those pants again?" He leaned down and kissed Cyril heatedly.

[samahl]

Cyril wasn't expecting for the human who had fallen from the Fade to be so willing to play so quickly, but he doesn't seem to mind. He turns into Julian and smirks.

"As long as I get to see what's under yours."