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"Don't flatter me, lad. I'm just a stonemason's son working in the ass end of Thedas." He smirked, giving a signal to open the gates to the keep as they neared. "And turning me from grumpy to happy would be quite a feat. I have what they call.. resting grumpy face." Rylen snickered, walking up the stone steps slower than usual. "But, ah, thanks for your help out there."
"I never considered you an enemy." Rylen corrected, though accepted his hand. "A Templar is who I was, not who I am.. just as you are more than a mage." He gestured in the direction of the Keep, though instead of walking ahead he walked beside him. "Sometimes I wonder why this seems so easy for Cullen.. though I've often thought he is a stronger man than I. I am glad to hear he has a friend to help him through this. He had more nightmares than most."
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"I'm fine..." Rylen whispered, standing slowly and drawing in a deep breath before he began walking ahead, wanting to just forget the episode entirely. If he distracted himself with work his mind wouldnt wander to temptation. "Sorry if I frightened you.. I stopped taking Lyrium a while back but.. it is still difficult. Magic has this.. smell and smells have memories."
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“It’s Knight-Captain Grumpy, thank you.” Rylen growled, pressing his gloved hand to his side. “And no touches below the waist without buying me a bloody drink first.” He hissed as he sank into the fine sand slightly, his hold on Marrick tightening. “Maker forgive me but I do try my blightest to keep others out of my affairs, like skirmishes.”
“Ah yay, a Templar… so that’s why you and I get along so swimmingly, well then, my greatest apologies Knight-Captain Grumpy. I hope you will forgive my terrible transgressions and find it in your heart to forgive me.” Dramatically he spoke, sighing along with it before he noticed Rylen stumble and became quiet serious.
“Alright, this is ridiculous, you are in pain and I’m not going to let you keep going when I can help with it… I think you broke a rib, I can at least mend that.” Without waiting for a reply, Marrick gently set the other down, kneeling to tug open the man’s shirt and press his hand to the wound. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a drink for this, yeah?” As he playfully teased the other, his hands began to glow a soft blue as his healing magic surged into the male’s skin and deep to the broken bones. An uncomfortable crack was heard as the bones began to seal back together, internal organs healing as well until the mage pulled back to inspect it. “You are still going to be sore but… it’ll be much easier to fully recover now you stubborn thing.”
This was what he had wanted to avoid. Magic had.. a smell. Perhaps it was the linger of energy in the air or perhaps it was entirely in his head but he could swear he could smell it. The Knight-Captain swallowed hard, closing his eyes tight as he resisted and fought the painful urges that would often keep him awake at night, trembling in a cold sweat. 'Just once more...' his addiction would whisper to him and he would resist somehow until morning.
Maker, when he had agreed to give up Lyrium with Cullen he had never dreamed it would be this bad. "Thank you.." his voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, eyes distant.
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Being weak in front of a mage.. that was another beast entirely. He has always been taught that to be weak in front of a mage meant death, it meant a spell that would break through his defenses and end his life or the life of others. It wasn’t that he hated mages, he didn’t hate anyone, it was simply that many years of teachings such as those being drilled into his head were hard forgotten. However, more than being weak in front of a mage Rylen hated Varghests and he would cut off his own leg before he allowed one of those creatures to use him for nourishment. “Fine. Just to the Keep, my men (I TYPED MOM AND LAUGHED SO HARD) can help me the rest of the way.”
“Of course sergeant Grumpy.. just to the keep and not a step further so you can preserve your very manly essence. I’ll be nice and even keep my hands above the waist~” Marrick teased the other as he hoisted most of knight commander’s weight onto his shoulder. “Just remember… you were too stubborn to let me help you fight in the first place.” Dark eyes rolled playfully.
He’d come upon Rylen being attacked by a group of White Claw poachers, rushing in to help, only to have a sword pointed at him instead. While Rylen was distracted, one of the bandits aimed and landed a shot in his side. That was enough for the mage to push aside any threat aimed at him to take the bastards down. Now the keep commander was stuck with his snarky savoir.
“Soooo…. how is the weather today? A bit hot?”
"It's Knight-Captain Grumpy, thank you." Rylen growled, pressing his gloved hand to his side. "And no touches below the waist without buying me a bloody drink first." He hissed as he sank into the fine sand slightly, his hold on Marrick tightening. "Maker forgive me but I do try my blightest to keep others out of my affairs, like skirmishes."
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maybe i’ll draw more michel and rylen in the future. i would trade all the LIs just to romance them. i want tro write an essay about rylen’s and michel’s possible romance options.
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“I’m fine.. truly..” Rylen swallowed the pain rising in his throat, staggering slightly as he attempted to walk with sheer willpower and stubborness fueling him. Weakness.. that wasn’t something the Knight-Captain was good at displaying, especially not to someone he knew very little.
The man nodded as he followed him, “Uh huh…You sure you don’t want me to heal you either?” Marrick had to admit he was quite amused at how stubborn the man was being. “Look, I can totally leave you out here in the desert to be eaten by maker knows what.. but I think that may be a tad rude…” He chuckled before offering his arm again to him.
Being weak in front of a mage.. that was another beast entirely. He has always been taught that to be weak in front of a mage meant death, it meant a spell that would break through his defenses and end his life or the life of others. It wasn’t that he hated mages, he didn’t hate anyone, it was simply that many years of teachings such as those being drilled into his head were hard forgotten. However, more than being weak in front of a mage Rylen hated Varghests and he would cut off his own leg before he allowed one of those creatures to use him for nourishment. “Fine. Just to the Keep, my men (I TYPED MOM AND LAUGHED SO HARD) can help me the rest of the way.”
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