#cyrrith lavellan

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Hehehehehe

Cyrrith holds the papers in his right hand. He doesn't want to accidentally destroy this hastily written will. Dorian is standing before him, brow furrowed as he tries to figure out what Cyrrith holds. "I want you to have this. I apologize for the terrible penmanship in advance. The mark has made it… difficult to write."

Dorian frowns and takes the papers, scanning over them. "This reads like a will."

Cyrrith nods stiffly. "That's because it is my will. Or at least the closest the Dalish have to a will."

Something dark passes across Dorian's face. "You're not giving this to me."

"Amatus please, I need you to execute this for me when I die."

Dorian drops the papers and backs away from Cyrrith, it makes his heart sting. "Don't!" He takes a deep breath. "You can't ask this of me."

Cyrrith goes to his knees and collects the papers so they're back in order. "I am, please Dor, I need you to do this for me."

"No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You're gonna be fine." Dorian backs away again, hands held in front of him like that will stop Cyrrith from advancing again with the will clenched in his right hand.

"Dorian."

"Stop it," his voice cracks as tears well in his eyes.

"Dorian I'm dying." Cyrrith nearly chokes while saying it but he remains firm. "The mark is killing me. It's… it's been killing me since I first got it."

Dorian's mouth drops open. "You knew?" Tears drip down Dorian's cheeks. "All this time you knew?"

"I'm so sorry Dorian." Cyrrith can't help that tears start to lick down his face as well. "I know I should have told you sooner." He takes in a ragged breath, feeling the mark begin to crackle to life as emotions start swelling in his chest. Cyrrith scrambles back, papers scattering in his haste to get away. He doubles over, biting back a scream of agony as the room lights up with the green energy.

When it fades back Cyrrith whimpers, clutching his left arm as it throbs. He keeps his back to Dorian, too focused on the pain to hear him crossing over. He flinches when Dorian touches his shoulder. "Amatus," Dorian wipes away Cyrrith's tears as more of his own fall. "I… I'll do it. If you die I'll execute your will." He pulls Cyrrith into a bone crushing hug, feeling Cyrrith melt into it. "Just try and come back to me alright?"

Cyrrith sniffles and clings to Dorian's robes. "I promise."

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if Cayde made Cyrrith food, would Cyrrith eat it?

Lol considering you told me Cayde is a bad cook I don't think so. Cyrrith is teaching Cayde how to make something. He might smile politely and then not eat a bite. Moves his utensil around to trick Cayde into thinking he ate some.

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28 and maybe 30?

I did both again!!

If he had known there were going to be red templars that spit red lyrium he wouldn't have brought his little sister. It's not that he thinks she's incapable, Ashara was supposed to be Clan Lavellan's next Keeper until it was destroyed. It's that he still has nightmares of her dying from red lyrium poisoning.

Dorian knows, he's the only one who knows. He knows about the nightmares, about sometimes looking at his sister and seeing her dying moments. Cyrrith tries to bring the red Templar down with a burst of arrows, maybe even draw its attention if he's lucky. But he's set on Ashara and her magic. Cyrrith is pulling back another arrow when he spits red lyrium.

Cyrrith shouts just as Dorian rams into Ashara. She collides with the ground with a grunt. There's a horrible sound as the red lyrium pierces Dorian's skin. He wobbles, gives Cyrrith a weak smile, and falls.

The spectre of Dorian appears a second later. Cyrrith takes a deep breath, nocking another arrow. He has to stay calm. Can't lose his nerve now. He counts the seconds that Dorian's ghost stays up. Cyrrith can't give into the urge to run to Dorian until this thing is dead. He barks an order at Cassandra, not even sure what he's saying. It makes sense to her though. She slays the thing not five seconds later.

Ashara is next to Dorian before Cyrrith. Her bare hands reach for the red shards sticking out of Dorian. "Don't touch him!" Cyrrith's voice booms across the cavern. Ashara flinches back. His knees slam into the ground beside her. "You can't just touch red lyrium bare handed Ashara!"

"Don't shout at me I'm just trying to help!" She sits back and watches Cyrrith wrap his gloved hands around the shards. "He took that hit for me. It was supposed to be me… please, no, Cyrrith, please… why did he do that?" Cyrrith doesn't answer her. "Cyrrith why did he do that?!"

He pulls out a shard and discards it. It feels like Dorian's whole side is littered with red lyrium. "Check his pulse but be careful." Cyrrith keeps his voice blank. Ashara scowls and does as he says.

"Pull the bigger shards out last."

"I know."

"He'll bleed out if you don't."

"I know!" Dorian's body shudders and his eyes just barely open. "Hey, easy, don't try to move. You've still got a lot of red lyrium in you."

"That's unfortunate," Dorian rasps, laying his head back. "Really puts a damper on my plans to seduce you tonight." Cyrrith lets out a wet laugh and pulls out another shard. Dorian shouts.

"Sorry, they have to come out."

"Am I going to scar?"

Cyrrith shakes his head. "No, Ashara's going to get you all healed up. You'll be fine." Cyrrith expects a witty remark from Dorian. But none comes. Dorian's head lolls back against the ground. "Dorian! Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…" Cyrrith begs.

"He passed out from the pain. Inquisitor," Cassandra is next to him, a hand on his shoulder, "let me do it." Cyrrith nods, moving so he's beside Dorian's head. He yanks his gloves off and drops them into the dirt. Cyrrith cradles Dorian's head in his lap, stroking his fingers across his cheek. Cassandra is perfunctory in her work, listening to Ashara's directions.

Ashara jumps into action as soon as the last piece is removed. Magic encases Dorian's side, her focus unwavering. Dorian shudders back into consciousness. "There you are vhenan," Cyrrith stares into Dorian's eyes, looking for a hint of a red glow.

"Did I go somewhere?" Dorian reaches for Cyrrith's right hand and entangles their fingers. "You have that furrow in your brow again."

"You got impaled several times by red lyrium Dorian." Cyrrith leans down and kisses his forehead.

Dorian smiles and struggles to sit up. He leans against Cyrrith, turning his head to whisper in his ear. "You saw her dying again amatus. I know you did. I didn't want you to relive that." Cyrrith holds onto Dorian tight. "You're going to have to carry me out of here. I hope you know that."

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Idella: 3, 16, 20 Cyrrith: 8, 13, 24

Link to ask game

Idella:

3. Do they have unusual speech patterns?

I don't think Idella does? I think potentially she mixes words together in Rivaini, Tevene, and Elvhen sometimes so you can only understand her if you know all three languages.

16. Do they prefer to eat alone or with company?

Idella loves eating with people. She's used to meals on ships with the entire crew where there is lots of laughter and lots of alcohol.

20. Light or heavy sleeper?

Oh I think Idella is the absolute opposite of Cyrrith. She needs someone to wake her up. Neve once shoved her completely out of bed and she only woke up when she landed on the carpet.

Cyrrith:

8. Do they draw/paint a lot?

Cyrrith does draw and sketch a bit! He makes schematics for his weapons bc artificer. This does also end up leading to him drawing Dorian in a very like... geometric way.

13. Any food they avoid for reasons other than taste?

So Cyrrith is texture sensitive with food, one thing he absolutely hates because of that is Orlesian chowders. Hates them. Will make a face. Also pears because of the texture.

24. Other sleeping habits

So if he's sleeping in the same bed as Dorian he's always little spoon. The only time he doesn't or has his back facing the door is when he's extremely emotionally vulnerable and needs comforting.